The sounds of her wet, sticky syrup as my cock slaps against her are so loud they scare a nearby bunny away. I grunt and growl, gripping the bark so I don’t grab on to her and leave bruises. Her ass bounces with every thrust and I hear her moans of pleasure. When her pussy grips me tighter and she cums on my cock I stare down to see her sweet cream covering me. I slow down and savor the feeling. It’s absolute hell not cumming with her, but I want her to ride out every wave of passion before I hold myself deep.
I let go of the tree and use my hands to spread her thighs as I thrust in one last time and give in to what nature demands. It feels like I’m breeding my female in my secret spot in the woods and I’ve never felt bigger or harder in my life.
I fall onto her back as I cum into her and feel the sticky release spread between us. The birds sing and the sun shines on us as my breathing evens and I close my eyes. It’s the most peaceful moment of my life and I’m not in a rush to break it.
But I can’t lie on her like this forever, and eventually I stand up and slowly withdraw from her heat. I stare at her bent over the log with my seed slowly leaking from her pussy.
I want to beat my chest and roar like a mountain lion, but instead I lean down and kiss the soft, round swells of her ass. I rub my hands along her back and whisper how beautiful and perfect she is.
The thought of someone trying to take her from me has me hard and in a rage all over again, but this time I need her to understand why. I pick her up and turn her around so that she can see my face as I cup her cheeks.
“I’m not going to let anyone separate us,” I vow with every part of my soul. “You’ve changed my life, my soul.”
Her eyes well up with tears as her hands cover mine and she nods.
“I mean it, Zara. I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
“Good,” she agrees, and we both cling to one another.
“Now let’s go get your things and bring you home.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says, and I kiss her with everything I have in my heart.
Chapter Eight
Zara
I lick my lips and I can still taste Moose on them. I’m pretty sure his flavor is branded in my mouth forever. He’s eased some of my fears about someone taking me from him and I could tell from the glint in his eyes when he said he’s keeping me there was no room for argument. Not that I’m going to be the one to argue. I wouldn't want to be the person to come between Moose and something he wants. He’s a big man and I watch him practically throw the tree that fell on the trail so we can get to his Jeep. I had no idea the storm was so bad last night, but my focus was clearly on Moose. The rest of the world didn't exist to me, including Mother Nature. Nothing could stop us last night and I have a feeling nothing ever will. Not with the way Moose keeps touching me.
“Keep your tongue in your mouth or we’ll never make it back to camp.”
I fight a smile. I’m not sure if he’s teasing or not. The man can’t stay off me, and the feeling is mutual. His giant hand resting on my thigh gives a possessive squeeze.
“I like tasting you,” I admit, because I always want him to be close enough to me so I can have it when I want it. So I can kiss him whenever I want.
“That’s good because you’re going to spend the rest of your life doing it.” I don’t fight my smile anymore as I glance over to him.
He drives the path back to camp and as we bounce along I think it’s a makeshift road that only goes to his place. It’s a muddy mess and he’s had to stop twice already to move branches out of the road.
“You know, I don’t know much about you,” I say, my eyes lingering on a scar I see on his elbow. It has me thinking about what life with Moose will be like.
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Promise?”
I bite my bottom lip and he pulls his eyes from the road for a moment. I know he already said he’s keeping me, but I like hearing him say it. He can play it on repeat for me and I’ll never grow tired of it. I can only think of three words that might be sweeter.
I’m not used to being wanted. With him it feels as though he needs me to breathe. At least that’s how I feel. There’s no way he can’t feel it too. Why else would he be saying he’s keeping me so fast? Is it fate or love at first sight? Whatever you want to call it, I knew from the first time I spotted him he was different and I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
“It’s a vow, Zara.” This time he uses my name so I know how serious he is.
“Like a wedding vow.” I nod in agreement. A vow sounds better to me than a promise because it’s unbreakable.
“If you want a wedding vow, too, I’ll give you one,” he says easily, like getting married isn't a big deal and he’d do it in a second if it’s what I want.
“If we were married then no one could take me from you. It would be like I belonged to you,” I say as I look out the window, knowing we’re getting closer to camp. The Jeep comes to a rolling stop and I turn to see if something is blocking the path again but there’s nothing but open road.
“I don’t know much about you either, do I?” He stops the Jeep to look at me and our gazes lock.
Did I go too far with saying I want to belong to him? I don’t know. It might be the world I grew up in, but there’s always paperwork that needs to be passed from one home to the next. I was shuffled around in the system for so long, going from one place to another. I never got adoption papers, not that marriage is adoption, but I have this need inside of me to belong to him, that on every level I will always be his.
“How did I not see you at Camp Hardwood? Have you been hiding from me?”
My eyes widen a fraction and that’s not at all where I thought this conversation was going.
“Yes,” I admit when his hand squeezes my thigh. This one is harder than the last and I know he wants an answer. I wiggle in my seat and the small ache between my thighs reminds me that he always gets what he wants.
“Why?” He searches my face and I shrug.
“I watched you, but I didn't want you to catch me.” His grip tightens and I gasp. It doesn't hurt but it’s his way of reminding us both who I belong to.
“Catch me staring,” I correct. My face heats and I have no idea why. Out of all the things we’ve done in the last twenty-four hours, me admitting I watched him is nothing in comparison.
“How long have you been at Camp Hardwood?” he asks, and I can’t read his mood.
“Seven days now.” I was supposed to be going home, and I guess I kind of am. I was dreading it but now it’s something completely different since my home is going to be with Moose.
“Seven days.” He growls his response. Yep. He’s mad. My nipples tighten and my sex is slick with desire. My body has this reaction to everything he does.
“I could have had you seven days ago?” he grumbles, and I don’t remind him that I wasn't legal the whole time because I don’t think he would have cared.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I rush to say, not wanting him to be upset. I’ll spend forever doing anything he wants.