Chapter 23

When he pulled out of our embrace, he said, “The cabin. Take us to your cabin. I want to make love to you again, Shayne, with everything I have to offer you. My body. My passion. My love. Everything. Will you accept that from me?”

I did, wholly, turning the pickup around and driving as fast as I could, back to the cabin and an afternoon of heated and heartfelt sex with him, locking our worlds together by love and the act of our bare bodies mixing as one, becoming complete.

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On that same bed where I had learned to love more than hate during my week near Skenandoa Deep, Timber sucked on my left ball with minimal suction, then my right ball. He moaned between my legs, rolling a palm and fingers up and down on the excess skin of my erection. Three other fingers on his free hand dragged fingertips over my opening, up and down, once, twice, three times, four times, until I moaned above him.

“Stop, Timber, before I come in your mouth. Please, stop before it’s too late.”