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I reached down and grabbed a ripe strawberry, bringing the fruit to Sarah's lips. Her throat rippled as she swallowed, before opening her mouth for my fruit.

She bit into it, juice dripping off of the berry and into my hand. A moan escaped her lips as she tasted the fruit. "Fuck, I'm hungry."

"Good." I smiled, gesturing to the huge array of food I'd brought with us. As she watched me, I licked the strawberry juice off my hand. The sweet red juice mixed with the sweat that glistened on my hand.

Sarah dug in, grabbing some prosciutto off the charcuterie board and layering it with sliced brie and a cracker. For a minute, I just watched her enjoy the food. Her eyes rolled back as she ate, the hike making her ravenous.

My heart pounded in my chest, wanting nothing more than to hold her.

"How did you even carry all of this?" Sarah covered her mouth as she spoke.

Shrugging, I chuckled. "I tried not to think about it too much." I reached across the picnic blanket to the bottle of prosecco just past her legs. Just a few inches apart, I could feel the heat of our bodies begging to collide.

But I swallowed my desire and popped the top off the bubbly. I grabbed her cup and poured some in, giving myself a smaller serving.

"Thanks." She smiled as she took a sip, peeking at me over the rim of the cup. After a minute, Sarah tapped her finger against the plastic. "Do you remember picking berries at my house?"

Before she even finished the question, I was giggling as the memories came rushing back. "Of course I do. Your mom used to be so mad because we never had room left for dinner."

"Dorothy hates when someone spoils dinner." Sarah bit her lip.

I looked out over the valley. "How is Dorothy? I feel like I haven't seen her in ages."

Shaking her head, Sarah shrugged. "She's… good. Getting older, which is weird to watch. But she loves the kids and has been very supportive of us since the divorce."

It was the question I'd been wanting to ask but avoiding like the plague. I genuinely liked Sarah. And even though this was supposed to be casual, I knew I wanted to build something longterm with her.

So I took a sip of liquid courage and asked, "How does the whole dating people thing work with the kids?"

Sarah sucked her teeth and wiggled her eyebrows. "Great question." Taking a long moment, Sarah let out a sigh. "Well, when Jason first started seeing someone seriously, we had a coffee and talked about her. Like brutally honest. He told me the nitty gritty of how they met, how long they'd been seeing each other, how serious it was. The whole nine yards."

"How did that feel?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

Sarah was surprised for a second before shrugging. "It was more weird than anything else. Our romantic relationship was dead long before we actually separated."

I turned toward her, ignoring the view. "Then what?"

"Then I talked to the kids and asked them when they would be comfortable meeting her. They set their own boundaries and Jason and I respected that. When they were ready, we all hung out together." Sarah took another drink and met my eyes.

Unable to hide my surprise, I wiped my hands on a napkin and leaned closer. "Together?"

"Yep."

"Why?" I chuckled.

Sarah broke our eye contact and watched the leaves rustle in the valley. "Neither of us wanted the kids to feel like this new person was an invader. Like they couldn't have their dad without her or have me with her."

"Right." Nodding, I reached out to grab Sarah's hand. It was a little sweaty, maybe from the hike or from the nerves. "How do you feel about…?"

Sarah smiled as she intertwined her fingers with mine. "Olivia. She's sweet. She cares about my babies and she loves Jay. I was surprised by how willing she was to follow our lead. But she fits in perfectly. Even if it's a little odd sometimes."

I couldn't stop myself from smiling. It was everything Sarah deserved: something simple and supportive. The wind blew over the cliffside, the tree branches swaying in the breeze. I felt the sweat on the back of my neck cooling as the air came through.

Biting the inside of my cheek, there was one more thing I wanted to ask. But I wasn't sure now was the time.

Like she could read my mind, Sarah rolled her eyes. "What do you want to ask, Bri?"

I clenched my jaw before getting the words out. "Is that something you want for yourself?"

Her face flushed pink as she thought about the question. She tilted her head toward the sky, which felt like it was just an arms reach away.

"You're such a troublemaker." Sarah licked her lips as a smirk took over her face.

Letting my fingers find her chin, I tilted her face toward mine. "So, that's a yes?" I grinned looking into her blue eyes.

Sarah shrugged. "For the right person."

"Enough said." I pulled her lips to mine, pressing them together as I took in a deep breath. After a few seconds of light pecks, our lips started to move around each other. I let my tongue tease hers.

Sarah pulled back, meeting my eyes for a second before going back to kissing me. She tried to calm her smile enough to makeout with me. Her hands lifted toward my stomach, resting on the toned ab that were covered by a thin layer of sweaty fabric.

A moan escaped my throat as she touched me. I had been desperate for her for weeks now, daydreaming of the next time I'd get to touch her. Unable to wait any longer, I moved my body toward hers as we kissed, throwing my leg over her lap as she leaned back onto the blanket.

Our lips didn't part once as we maneuvered, our bodies in perfect sync.

On top of her, I felt my hips start to rock against hers. She hadn't laid a finger on my center and yet my entire body was anticipating her. Beneath me, Sarah's hips started to gently thrust into me.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, desire burning in my lungs. I could tell she wanted me too, her breath growing quick against my face.

"Get me off this fucking mountain." Sarah groaned into my mouth as her own excitement took over.

Without needing any more assurance, I rolled off of her lap and started packing up the picnic. The sun was lowering in the sky but it would be a few hours before it really set.

It only took a few minutes for the two of us to throw everything back into its respective packs and start heading down the path. This loop took us down the mountain, not retracing any of the original ground we covered.

Holding my hand, Sarah followed the trail markers. She was basically running down the slope to get back to the parking lot.

The way down went way faster, approaching the car just thirty minutes after we left our cliffside rest spot.

"Someone's eager." I teased as Sarah charged ahead toward the truck.

Whipping her head around, Sarah narrowed her eyes at me. "Is that a problem?"

I shook my head quickly. "God, no." Unlocking the car, I tossed our gear in the bed and threw open the driver's side door in what felt like milliseconds.

Already buckled in, Sarah's knees clasped together as she faced me in her seat.

"Whose house?" I asked as I put the car in drive.

"Yours." She had the answer locked and loaded. When I turned to her confused, she shrugged as she tried to catch her breath. "It's closer."

I didn't need more of an explanation than that as I whipped the truck out of the parking lot and back onto the mountain road. Once we were cruising down the road, Sarah reached her hand across the console and set it on my thigh.

It took everything in me to keep my whimper to myself, not wanting to seem too desperate.

When I could, I peeked over at her in the passenger seat. Her eyes were craving me, looking famished as she kept her focus on me. Every time I turned back to the road, her hand would travel a few inches higher on my leg.

The lump in my throat grew with every movement. She hovered just a few centimeters away from the heat of my slit. My clit throbbed at the thought.

But surely, Sarah Greenwood isn't about to start trying to fuck me while I drive?

It was a crazy thought, one I'd never even let myself consider. But as I took the mountain curves with ease, Sarah let her fingers press between my legs. She applied pressure to her fingers, right along where my clit was aching for her.

"Sarah," I warned.

Eyeing me, she giggled. "Brianne."

I moaned as she rubbed me over the hiking shorts. "This is dangerous."

"Can't handle it?" She teased.

Shaking my head, I kept my eyes on the road. "Did I say that?"

Sarah's teeth peeked out of her lips as she sunk them into her lip. Applying more pressure, she let her hand rub against my folds. The fabric was already slick with excitement from our makeout session on the mountain. My body tried to grind along with her movements without taking my attention off the road.

When the truck careened down a slope, I let my mind focus on Sarah's hands for a breath moment. Even over the clothes, she had found my clit quickly. But to make up for the extra layers, she applied a more pointed pressure.

"God, Sarah." I moaned as I tightened my grip on the wheel. A part of me thought I might rip off the leather under my hands.

We were only fifteen minutes from my house. All I have to do is hold out for a little longer.

Watching my eyes flick from the road to the clock, Sarah giggled. "Counting down?"

I nodded. "To when I can fuck you." My words turned to a whimper as Sarah teased me more.

She leaned across the console, straining her seatbelt, and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. Even against my flushed skin, her lips were soft and warm.

Sarah lowered her voice to a low, seductive whisper. "Why don't you tell me how you want me?"

Licking my lips, I nodded. "I want to put you in the shower, wash all of that sweat off your body and get you dirty all over again."

"I'd like that." Sarah giggled. Her hand lifted from my center and toward the band of my shorts. Letting her fingers lift the fabric slightly, her soft skin met mine. It sent a shiver down my spine, my sensitive lower stomach not expecting to feel her so soon.

Just as Sarah was about to let her hand slip underneath the fabric toward my wet center, she pulled away and grinned at me. "I'll just let you think about that."

My jaw dropped as desperation set in. "You're so mean to me." I let my foot lay on the gas a little heavier, hoping to get us home as quickly as possible.

But we were only a few minutes away now. I slowed the truck down as our turn approached. Now that we were back on my street, I let myself look at the gorgeous woman in my passenger seat.

Her thick thighs were shaking with anticipation, just as desperate for me as I was for her. I swallowed my excitement as I turned down the driveway.

I didn't even bother parking the car in its spot, instead pulling up as close to the front door as I could and tossing the car into Park. I wasn't even sure if the gears had shifted when I turned off the ignition and jogged to Sarah's side.

Throwing open the door, I reached across her chest and unbuckled the seat belt.

"Jesus." Sarah moaned as she watched me move.

I gripped her thighs and turned her in her seat, pulling her hips into my center. "Put your legs around me."

Following my orders, Sarah nodded and wrapped herself around me. She threw her hands over my neck as I lifted her off of the seat.

As I held her, she reached behind us to shut the truck door. She snuck a feel of my bulging biceps as she brought her hand back to my neck. Planting her lips on my neck, she kissed my neck as I held her in the air.

I fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door. Sarah used her hands to shove it open, a meow from Oakkie sounding as soon as the wood parted from the frame.

"Hi there," Sarah giggled as she reached a hand down to pet the sweet cat.

Oakkie lifted his head into her hand, rubbing her forehead on her palm.

But Sarah brought her hand back to my neck and planted her teeth in them. "I heard something about a shower?"