“No, I’ve never felt that I needed to. Why?” An inkling of trepidation stirs. Is this his way of telling me that I should be sweating on a treadmill?

“Because my farm girl has one hell of a nice ass.” His fingers grip tightly—almost to the point of pain, but not quite. Enough to stir desire in me, to feel the telltale start of what will be soaked panties. Again.

But his words strike a chord within me. My farm girl. I’m his.

“I thought you were a boob guy,” I murmur, as his finger runs down my center, along my crack, and farther down.

He probes between my legs. “You’re warm here. And wet.”

“I don’t think I ever dried out.”

“Are you sore?”

“Yes,” I admit shyly. “But it’s a good sore.”

Easing up off his elbow, Henry disappears from view, but I can sense him there, behind me, his knees sinking into the bed on either side of my thighs. His fingers curl around the elastic of my leggings and he begins pulling them down.

“Henry! What about Hachiro!” I hiss, straining to turn my body and look out the cabin door, half-expecting to find a giant black lens aimed at my backside.

“Don’t worry, I locked it. And we’ll hear him if he jumps on. But he won’t, trust me. He wanted nothing to do with a seasick woman. He’s in heaven up there.” He adds in a low murmur, “And I’m in heaven down here.”

“This is...” I bite my lip nervously as the cool air skates over my bare backside, now exposed to him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. And you won’t take long.” He speaks so confidently as he slides my leggings all the way down past my knees. Then again, he’s probably right. I’m already panting for this man in anticipation of what he’s going to do. When he seizes me by the pelvis and hoists me to my knees, I let out a shaky laugh.

“Relax.”

I try to, closing my eyes and focusing on the feel of his warm, large hands as they seize either side of my ass, massaging each meaty cheek with skilled hands. And not on the fact that he has an unobstructed view of my entire behind, and stretching my body like that lets him see the part of me that only one other person has seen—Katie.

It’s almost exactly the same view that I had of Rachel that night, and so I know firsthand exactly how explicit that view is. My breathing grows ragged as his thumbs reach closer to my core, stretching out my folds to expose me. His mouth lands on the soft pink flesh moments later and I gasp as he begins probing me with his tongue, plunging it in and out, taking long swipes of my clit.

He’s right. I won’t take long at all.

“In answer to your question about being a boob man...”

His warm breath skates across that most private spot and I clench instinctively, but I can’t hide it from him. He’s hooked his arms around my thighs, holding my hips tightly and my legs spread, keeping me from squirming away.

I gasp as his wet tongue slides over my puckered skin.

“Relax,” he says again, his voice soft. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t enjoy it. And this ass of yours...” His finger traces around the rim in a circle. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

My mouth drops open. I don’t know how I feel about that idea. Or this, right now. I’m still getting used to having this man’s face between my legs, let alone back there. But there's just no saying no to him, not that I’d want to. He doesn’t seem to hesitate, taking what he wants.

And he wants me. Every square inch of me, it would seem.

His hands smooth over my cheeks, and then he presses his erection against my hip. The tiny cabin fills with the sound of his heavy, heady pants. “I wish I had brought a condom,” he whispers.

He wants sex. Again. My body responds instantly.

“We need to get you on birth control.”

“I’m on it,” I blurt without thinking.

Dead silence. “You are?”

“Yes.”

“For your cycles,” he murmurs, as if suddenly understanding. He exhales, and I can feel it deep inside my chest. His hands grip either side of my hips. “I need in you. Now.” He pushes first one finger, then another, then a third one into me. I’m sore but wet, and the intrusion is welcome. “Let me come inside you.”

It sounds like a demand but I know it’s a question.

“I know you’re clean, and I’m clean—”

“Are you sure? I mean, when were you last with someone?” Am I allowed to ask that?

“I’m clean, I promise you.” He sounds so confident, so resolute.

And I want him inside me again. I want him to come inside me.

His hand must be waiting on his zipper because the second I say, “Okay,” I hear it unfasten. “Put your face in that pillow. This is going to be hard and fast and you can’t cry out,” he warns, positioning himself behind me.

I do as asked, his words alone making my pussy clench with anticipation.

His hands push against the inside of my thighs, guiding my legs farther apart, and then he presses his cock against me, into me. “Oh fuck, you feel like heaven.”

I’m sore, but I ignore the ache because I have Henry inside me again. This angle feels different than being on my back. Less intimate, dirtier, sexier.

He reaches around to touch my clit with two fingers, rubbing in circles while he pulls his cock in and out several times, letting my body get accustomed to him.

“We don’t have a lot of time. Are you ready?” Both of his hands grip my hips again, so tightly that I’m afraid I’ll have bruises there.

“Yes.”

This time when he pulls out, he slams back into me. I muffle my cry with the pillow.

“That’s it, baby. Take it.” He slams into me again, his pelvis hitting my ass.

And then his thrusts come hard and fast and punishing until, ten thrusts later, he’s gritting his teeth as his cock pulses inside me.

As he fills me with his seed.

“I’m sorry you didn’t come,” he whispers, pulling out. A trail of wet drips out and down my thigh. His cum, spilling out of my pleasantly abused pussy. “Hold on a sec.” Grabbing a tissue from a nearby box, he cleans me up and then slides my leggings back over my hips. “Feeling better now?” he asks, leaving a kiss on each ass check before climbing off the bed and opening a door to a tiny restroom. A tap turns on and I listen to him wash his hands.

I sigh with a smile. “Yes, I’m feeling better.”

He smirks. “I’ll meet you out on the dock.

I watch him leave, wondering for the thousandth time what I did to deserve that man’s affections.

My phone dings with an incoming text from Jed. I take a quick glance.

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.

Sure you have. I toss my phone back into my purse and leave it there.

Unanswered.

~ ~ ~ ~

“This place is...” My words trail off as I stare in awe at the giant log beams that run the length of the ceiling in awe.

“Rustic?”

“Yes,” I agree, inhaling the scent of stale air and old cedar, pungent from lack of air circulation. “But stunning. I guess, because of the gold mines, I expected your grandparents to have something more like Wolf Cove.”

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? My grandfather started a luxury hotel chain and yet he preferred the simple life. He built this himself, nearly sixty years ago.” Henry palms the front of a massive stone fireplace that stretches two stories. “He built this whole place by himself.”

It’s not a huge, complicated cabin. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s about two thousand square feet, with a great room overlooking the water, a loft with three small bedrooms, and a kitchen and dining area in the back. Everything is made of cedar and hemlock, from the cupboards down to the floors.

“This is where you spent your summers?”

Henry nods, pointing toward the antique kitchen stove. “My grandmother loved to bake and cook. She’d be in there every afternoon, making something for my brother and me.” His hand runs across the rough wood mantel and a nostalgic smile touches his lips as he checks his hand for the thick layer of dust. “Some of the best days of my life were up here.”