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  “Holy shit!” I cry out, cackling as the world flips upside down and Jared turns to head back inside.

  “The king of the outdoors must claim his woman!” he shouts as loud as he can, the woods swallowing the sound of his call and my laughter.

  2

  Harper

  The living room spins when he flips me off his shoulder and onto the couch, his hands immediately moving to the button on my shorts.

  “How did I get so lucky to snag you?” he whispers, almost inaudible, and I grin as he slips his fingers underneath the waistband of both my shorts and underwear to pull them down in one swoop.

  “I say the same thing all the time.” The words barely get past my lips before he’s kissing me again, hands wrapped around the back of my head, and I cling to his shirt as I toe my shoes off and kick my clothes free. Breaking the kiss, I tug at his shirt. “Off.”

  “Are you trying to get me naked, Ms. Bainbridge?” he asks, faking shock, and I shove at his hard stomach. Laughing, he stands up to pull it over his head, and I can’t help but stare at the way his skin moves and stretches over his muscles. He’s not some weird body builder with bulging, lumpy muscles, but he’s got broad shoulders and a hint of abs that lead down to the most delicious ‘V’ just above his jeans. If I didn’t want him on top of me so bad, I’d make him switch places with me just so I could lick every inch of him, all the way down to… that.

  “Please tell me you know where the condoms are,” I say with a slight whine in my voice as he drops his jeans, the hard-on tenting his boxers.

  “I’ll find them, you get naked.” Winking at me, Jared moves to the end of the couch, kicking off his jeans before he crouches beside the duffel bags and rips the zipper open. I don’t waste any time tossing my bra over the back of the couch, followed by my socks. A second later he stands up, a triumphant grin on his face and a foil packet in his fingers. “Got it.”

  “Come here.” I reach for him, but he doesn’t take my hand. Instead, Jared grabs my legs, hooking his hands behind my knees to push me up the couch before he spreads them and leans in to trace his tongue through my folds. Digging my fingers into the leather cushion, I lift my hips on a gasp. “Oh fuck, Jared…”

  “God, I love the way you taste,” he groans, delving his tongue in before he drags it up to flick my clit. When he focuses on that little bundle of nerves, my back arches off the couch, but he shifts his hands to my hips to pull me back down, holding me exactly where he wants me so he can drive me crazy. It’s intense, a constant stream of thrumming pleasure that has me whining and moaning and murmuring things I can’t even make sense of as he builds me higher and higher. A lot of guys treat oral like a chore, but Jared has always loved it, insisted on it. Hell, there’s been nights he’s camped out between my thighs until I begged him to stop because I was too sensitive to handle another lick.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry out when he plunges two fingers inside, curving them to hit my g-spot with a kind of mythological accuracy that has only got better the longer we’ve been together. His quiet chuckle has me looking down to find him grinning up at me from between my thighs. “What?”

  “Nothing, I’m just enjoying the show,” he answers just before he captures my clit again, torturing me with merciless pleasure as he sucks and teases me with his tongue.

  “Oh God, yes, yes,” I whine, panting as my heartrate skyrockets. I can feel the orgasm creeping up on me, like a low buzz in my veins that’s steadily getting louder, making my muscles tighter with every squirming shift of my hips as I both try to escape his insistent focus and press myself closer. But just as that perfect oblivion feels like it’s about to crash over me, he pulls his fingers free and sits up on the end of the couch. All I can do is whimper, looking up at him as he strokes his cock slowly.

  “I’m not going to last long, babe. I’ve wanted you all fucking day.”

  Nodding, I reach for him, needing to feel him against me, inside me. “I don’t care, I want you.”

  “Hell yes,” he growls, shifting between my thighs as he grabs the condom off the coffee table and rips it open. When he starts to roll it on, I wrap my hand around his, squeezing as he glides his hand down, and I love the way his eyes close, jaw tight as he groans low. “Fuck, Harper…”

  “Exactly,” I reply, grinning at him when he opens them again.

  “You want me inside you?” he asks, a wicked smile spreading over his lips as he leans down, lining up his cock only to slide outside of me, stroking his hard shaft over my clit.

  “Don’t tease me,” I whine, looking up into his green eyes that seem so much darker with the way his pupils have dilated, but he just rocks his hips, the latex gliding through the wet mess between my thighs.

  “I want to hear you say it, Harper. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you until you come around my cock,” he whispers right against my ear, his teeth grazing my skin as he groans, and I can feel the rumble of it in his chest as he presses me into the cushions. “Tell me you want me to make this sweet little pussy mine.”

  “Fuck! Please, Jared! I need you. I want you to fuck me. I’ll say whatever you want just please stop teasing me.” His self-control is something that drives me insane, and he knows it. It’s why he likes to drag it out, to go down on me until I’m writhing and needy, tempting me until I’m desperate and soaked and ready for him.

  “God, I love you,” he growls as he shifts his hips back and then presses against my entrance, moving inside slowly as he stretches me. Our groans echo in unison, and my nails find his back, digging in as I feel the incredible aching bliss of him filling me. Jared isn’t the longest guy I’ve been with, but he’s so fucking thick that the first time we had sex was a lesson in patience and I was sore for days.

  Maybe that’s why he’s got such ridiculous self-control.

  “You can do it,” I whisper, biting down on the moan as I lift my hips to pull him deeper. “I’m okay.”

  “You sure?” He kisses me, teasing me with a flick of his tongue before he looks down at me, waiting. All I can manage is a nod in response, and he licks and kisses his way down my throat until he finds that spot by my collarbone that has my whole body tingling just before he thrusts hard. There’s a flicker of pain, but I’m more than ready for him and when he pulls back and drives in again, there’s only pleasure. Growling against my shoulder, he starts to pick up the pace. “Fuck, Harper. The sounds you make…”

  “More,” I beg, unable to form a full sentence as he starts to really fuck me. He’s strong, fit from all his time outdoors and playing baseball at school, and every inch of muscle in his body makes each thrust count. It doesn’t take long before I’m hovering on the edge of that perfect oblivion again, the tension inside reaching critical levels, and all I can do is lift my hips to meet his with loud claps of skin, the sound of it blending with our moans and rough breaths as we seek our bliss in each other.

  “Harper…” He growls my name, teeth capturing that place on my shoulder that has me crying out, and I know he’s telling me he can’t hold out much longer — but it doesn’t matter. Between one breath and the next the world flips upside down, my head spinning with a chaotic maelstrom of electrical signals that choke off my cry with pure ecstasy. I come so hard that for a moment it’s like the universe blinks out of existence, shattering with the force of the orgasm, and when I’m finally able to breathe again my awareness returns to the incredible feeling of his cock driving as deep as he can go. So good, so perfectly full. Jared whispers my name again as he comes, jerking inside me, and there’s other words in the murmurs against my skin but I don’t catch them. My ears are still buzzing from the aftershocks, muscles trembling as his weight presses me into the couch, comforting me as we both try to catch our breath.

  “I love you so fucking much.” The words come out in huffs, but I feel him chuckling before he props himself up on his elbow.

  “Is that the orgasm talking?” he asks, grinning, and I squeeze him inside me, watching his eyes flut
ter closed as he groans. “Fuck… you’re going to kill me.”

  “Why would I do that when you’re so damn handy to have around?” My laugh gets cut off when he kisses me, and I’m so overwhelmed by the feeling of happiness that I lose whatever smart-ass thing I was going to say next.

  “I hope you always feel that way, babe,” he whispers, his nose brushing mine before he kisses me again, and I just hug him against me since I can’t answer. These kisses are sweeter, softer, and it’s just one more reason that I love him. He slides from me as he shifts back, and I already miss the feeling of fullness, of his skin against mine. “I’ll be right back.”

  Sitting up on the couch, I watch as he heads toward the bathroom, and I chew on my thumbnail as I admire his backside. Jared is definitely hot, even more so now that we’re heading into our senior year than he was when we first met, but it’s like he doesn’t know it — which, I guess, is a good thing. He wouldn’t be so attractive if he was just another cocky frat boy who thinks he’s God’s gift to women, but sometimes I wonder if he won’t wake up and realize just how amazing he is and go find someone else.

  Shut up, shut up, shut up.

  I don’t know what it is about my brain that’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’ve had this nagging feeling like I’m going to screw things up with Jared, or that something else will happen and he’ll leave, because why would it make sense for things to be so… perfect?

  “You have your thinking face on,” he says as he walks back into the living room, and I flash a smile as he moves around the couch to sit beside me.

  “I think that’s called post-orgasmic catatonia.” Cuddling up against him, he wraps his arm around me as he chuckles.

  “Gotcha. I think I’m feeling a bit of that as well.” Jared presses a kiss to my hair, and I look up at all of the creepy trophies on the wall. All those dead eyes that just watched us have sex.

  “Please tell me there’s a bed here, because I don’t feel like giving the deer another show.”

  “You don’t like them?” Jared leans back a little and I sit up, shrugging as I gesture at the various deer heads above the fireplace, extending to the walls on either side.

  “They’re creepy as hell. Weird, empty eyes.” A shiver runs down my spine and Jared tugs me closer to him.

  “Don’t worry, there’s actually two bedrooms. We just have to put the sheets on.” He pokes me in the ribs, waggling his eyebrows at me when I look up at him. “No spooky deer heads to watch me fuck you later.”

  “Oh, that’s happening again?”

  “Absolutely. I’ve got to make up for that performance,” he replies, donning a serious expression. “One orgasm? And I didn’t last near long enough.”

  “I enjoyed it a lot,” I reply, nudging him with my elbow and he leans down to give me a quick kiss.

  “I did too, babe, but you know how much I love to hear you beg me to come.”

  “There’s only so many times a girl can come before it starts to be more pain than pleasure!” Laughing, I shove him a little harder when he shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t believe me. “Seriously, Jared. I’m not going to be able to hike tomorrow if you fuck me for hours tonight.”

  “Challenge accepted!” he announces, pumping a fist in the air like he’s actually planning on it… which isn’t impossible. He’s done it before.

  “Challenge not accepted,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I thought you wanted to show me the mountain?”

  “Oh, you’ll be fine.” Jared’s grin turns wicked and I nudge him a little harder with my elbow.

  “You’re so bad.”

  “I think you meant good. I’m so good at fucking you until you can’t walk because I’m a good boyfriend,” he replies.

  “Well, that, but I think it has a little more to do with how not little you are.” I drop my gaze to his dick and his smile gets even bigger.

  “Hold on, I need to record that.” Jared starts to get up, and I catch his arm and pull him back, laughing as he drops onto the couch beside me.

  “No way!”

  “Oh, come on, that’s like… the number one thing every guy wants to hear. I want to be able to play it on repeat, or, better yet, have it as my alarm in the mornings.” He tries to give me puppy dog eyes, but I just shove him playfully and roll mine again.

  “Not happening, babe. I love you though.”

  “I love you, too,” he says before pulling me against him.

  I’m way too comfortable snuggled into the warmth of his chest with his arm draped across my back, but then I remember the rest of the stuff in the SUV. “Shit, did you close the back of the car? Or roll up the windows?”

  Jared’s chest shakes a little as he laughs. “No, but I’m sure the family of squirrels that have taken up residence will appreciate our forethought in bringing so much trail mix.”

  “Oh my God, Jared! We need to get it closed up,” I say, trying to stand up, but he holds on tight.

  “Five more minutes isn’t going to mean anything,” he replies, tucking me into his side. “Plus, we probably shouldn’t bother the bears until they’re done going through everything.”

  “Please tell me you’re joking.” I tilt my head up, trying to get a good look at his face, but it’s not necessary because he cracks in seconds, his laughter rolling out.

  “It’s fine, babe. I promise. No bears.” He traces a pattern on my thigh with his free hand, falling silent for a minute until I hear him chuckling softly again. “Well, there are bears around here, but we probably won’t see one. They tend to avoid people. I always carry a gun just in case though.”

  “That is absolutely not comforting.”

  “Well, then I probably shouldn’t remind you that moose are infinitely more dangerous?” he adds, and I reach over to smack his chest. “Ouch! So mean!”

  “I didn’t hurt you,” I reply, sighing as I try to shake off the frisson of anxiety. It’s not like there isn’t always a risk of running into something when we’re out camping, but that’s usually in a national park where there are rangers, and places close by to get help. Out here? There’s nothing.

  Awesome.

  “Don’t worry about it. All the times my dad and I have been out here, we’ve maybe seen bears twice, and they avoided us. You don’t need to worry.” Jared reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers, but I’m not worrying about bears anymore.

  “Hey… is your dad going to be upset that you brought me out here?”

  I feel him stiffen, and his silence is suddenly deafening.

  “Jared?” Pushing away from him, I sit up on the couch to see if he’s joking with me again but this time the serious, thoughtful look on his face is real.

  Well, fuck.

  3

  Jared

  “Why would you think he’d be upset?” I ask, trying to avoid the topic, but I should know better. Harper doesn’t drop anything if she thinks there’s a secret.

  “Earlier you said he doesn’t bring any of the women in the family here.”

  Shit.

  “Well, he used to bring my mom before I was born.” Standing up from the couch, I grab my boxer-briefs from the floor and pull them on. “It’s not a big deal, babe. Okay?”

  “Have you ever brought anyone else here?” she asks, and I want to groan. If she keeps digging, she’s going to figure it out, and I can’t risk that. I have plans.

  “No, but I haven’t ever dated a girl that actually liked doing the outdoorsy stuff with me. They just faked it until the first time they had to pee in the woods or had to go two days without a real shower.” I grab my jeans and continue getting dressed, but Harper isn’t even moving… which means she’s not going to give up.

  “What about friends?”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  “Nah, this has always been more a family thing. Me and Dad, you know?” I answer, pulling my shirt on over my head as I walk around the couch to grab her bra and socks from the floor. When I hand them to her, she’s got that look on her
face she gets whenever we’re watching some murder show and she’s trying to figure out who did it.

  But this is one case Detective Harper isn’t going to be allowed to crack, even if I have to literally run away from her.

  “So, I’m the first person you’ve brought here?” She’s got a smile on her face, a faint blush in her cheeks, and I give her my most charming smile as I pick up her underwear and her shorts, spinning the underwear on my finger.

  “You’re the only one I’ve had sex with here, that’s for damn sure.” Laughing, I toss them onto the couch and turn toward the door. “I’m going to check on the car and finish unloading, you can join me once you’re able to walk again.”

  “Jared, wait!”

  Please drop it, Harper. Please.

  Stopping at the door, I turn to look at her, trying to hold onto the smile and not look like my heart is trying to pound out of my chest. “What’s up, babe?”

  “We’re not supposed to be here, are we,” she says, and it’s definitely not a question.

  “Well…”

  “I knew it! This is why you’ve been so weird about this trip! And why you wouldn’t let me mention anything about a camping trip or a cabin or the Adirondacks on Facebook or Instagram or anything.” Groaning, Harper buries her face in her shirt, and I feel like the floor is slowly slipping out from underneath me. “Your dad is going to fucking hate me if he finds out about this.”

  Thank God.

  “First of all, he’s not going to find out. He thinks I’m out here solo doing some hiking and hunting to stock our freezer. Second, he would never hate you. Hell, I’m pretty sure he likes you more than me.” Clapping my hands together, I tilt my head toward the door. “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ll bring in the rest of the stuff, okay?”

  “If you say so. I think I’m going to change into jeans, it’s cooler up here than I thought.” Harper stands up to pull on her underwear, and then I see her moving toward the duffel bags. Toward my duffel bag… which is still open from when I dug out the condoms.