Chapter 15

Macy had never kept it a secret how annoyed she was that she needed to be confined to the cabin, but it was easy to tell she was getting even antsier than usual. Instead of sitting and reading on the couch, relaxed the way she normally was, she couldn't stop getting up and walking around as if she were a pot about to boil over.

Soon enough, her tapping on the kitchen island was enough to drive me up the wall, so I turned off my console and got up from my seat to go talk to her. We hadn't really spoken since she'd asked me to call her mother the day before, and I needed to do something to relieve the tension.

I walked up next to her and simply waited for her to turn around and acknowledge the fact that I was standing there. It took her a few seconds, but eventually she did look up at me, raising her eyebrow curiously.

"We're going for a hike," I said, leaning forward on my hands.

"Oh, we are, are we? That's nice to know," she said, leaning back and crossing her arms.

I knew she hated it when I got high-handed with her, but I couldn't help needling her, just a little bit. "Why? Did you have something else on your agenda for the day?"

She made a face at me before closing the book I knew she wasn't reading. "Fine."

She got down and pushed past me to put on her shoes, and I felt the heat of her as she brushed me. It made every hair on my body rise up, and I went out to the front of the house to wait for her.

It took her all of a second to come out and meet me, her long hair wrapped up into a bun on top of her head, and we started walking out into the forest. It was a beautiful day, and we made our way onto a path that was pretty overgrown with brush.

"How does this compare to all those trails you told me you have out in LA?"

"It's like night and day," she said, unable to keep from looking at everything with wide eyes. "LA is a desert, so the trails out there aren't verdant like this."

"I've never been out there. Are they all completely dry?" Now that we were out of the house, I was finding it easier to talk to her without that layer of tension that usually lingered between us.

"No, not really. There's still a lot of life out there, but it's not a forest like this. It's still beautiful in its own way, though."

"Do you have a favorite trail?"

"Escondido Falls, out near Malibu," she said, her face lighting up as she thought about her old home. "It starts out as this easy little walk, and you end up at a tiny waterfall, and then you have to climb up these rocks to get to a much bigger waterfall at the top."

"It sounds beautiful." It really did.

"I wish I had some pictures to show you," she said. "I had a bunch on my old phone from hikes I took out there."

"Maybe you'll show me in person one day." Whoa. Where had that come from? When had I started making plans with people? She blinked up at me but gave me a quick, shy smile before looking away from me. We continued walking in silence for another little while, taking in nature and each other as we went, the path continuing to wind through the trees and get more difficult as we went on.

"I was wondering, what's the occasion?" she said, keeping pace with me easily as we went. "I thought that you were gung-ho for keeping me confined to the cabin."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Contrary to what you might believe, I don't actually get all that much out of having you there all the time. It messes with my concentration."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, rolling her own eyes in turn, "that my imprisonment in your home is messing up your workflow."

I chuckled at her phrasing, but only because she barely hid her own smile. "Thank you, but that's actually not the thing that I find most distracting."

We didn't stop walking, but I was suddenly far more aware of her than I had been even a second ago. Her smell seemed to weave with the scents of the world around us in an enthralling mix, and I'd been craving the feeling of her body on top of mine since that night a few weeks before when we'd thrown caution out the window and I'd ripped down every barrier I'd put up without a second thought for the sake of that gorgeous face and mesmerizing ass.

Our eyes met as we continued up the hill, and the sunlight seemed to bounce off her clear blue eyes, turning them the color of a lake. She raised her eyebrow and tilted up the side of her mouth, and I knew immediately that I was in trouble. "Oh yeah? So, what's been distracting you?"

I snorted, gesturing vaguely to her. "You. Just… everything about you is a distraction to me."

She shook her head, her breathing picking up a little bit—so slightly I might've imagined it—as the incline got sharper. "Be specific."

"Do I have to list them?"

"Of course. I go out of my way not to bug you, so I'd like to know exactly how I've been distracting to you. I'd hate to be guilty of keeping you from getting your work done."

I chuckled, eyeing her as deliberately as I could, almost making it so that my gaze dragged over her with an almost physical touch. I knew immediately that the flush on her delicate cheeks was from the look I'd given her. She'd barely broken a sweat up till now, despite the fact that she'd kept up with my pace. She really must've been an avid hiker back in LA. Despite our difference in height, she walked with me. It wasn't too much of a stretch, then, to think that I was the reason for her change in coloring. "I wouldn't even know where to start."

She came around in front of me so that she was blocking my path, looking up at me with that particular look I'd started to think of as her hidden grin. "Am I distracting you right now?"

I didn't bother to hide the way my own breath seemed to tighten at the sight of her, when her crystal-blue eyes lit on me with featherlight touches the way prism rainbows seemed to land on my furniture from the dew that formed on the windows in the mornings.

"You have no idea," I said, my voice hoarse.

She nodded, moving away from me and up the path, pulling her long hair out of the bun and shaking it out around her shoulders. The sun bounced off it, making it glow a fiery red. She gathered it back into her hands on top of her head, and as she stood up again, I knew I'd had enough.

I came up behind her, pulling her into me so she was pressed up against me. "Don't put it up," I said against her neck, leaning down to press my mouth to the soft skin under her ear that I'd learned, over the course of our nights together, was exactly the spot that made her melt.

She gave a breathy sound, her hands falling down to settle on my hands where they spread out over her flat stomach, and her head rolled back onto my shoulder. I didn't bother to look into her eyes as I leaned over her and kissed her.

I hadn't been planning to initiate anything, but as soon as I'd seen the beautiful sharp curves of her neck and the way that she meant to drive me insane, I knew I needed to return the favor.

She opened her mouth under mine, deepening the kiss and reaching up to wrap her hand around the back of my head, pressing it to hers as if she meant to devour me. I twisted around so that we were face-to-face and picked her up, backing her up slowly so that soon, I had her up against the thick trunk of an ash tree. She ran her fingers up my back, scraping my skin with her nails and scoring it gently but enough to let me know she'd meant to leave her mark.

I drove my hands up under her shirt, needing to feel her bare skin against my palms. She pressed herself up against me, and I reached down to wrap her leg around my hip so we were flush against one another.

She pulled her mouth away from mine, and I moved my lips down so they lingered on the delicate skin of her neck. I reached up and pulled the straps of her shirt down until it gathered around her waist, exposing the tops of her beautiful tits to the air.

"Be honest," she said, sighing. "How many women have you brought out here to screw against a tree?"

"You're the only one."

She brought me up to face her again and kissed me savagely, her mouth moving with mine as our tongues started moving together savagely.

"Why?"

"Never met the right girl for it."

I was so hard that I thought I might actually break through my pants, but I needed to know she was okay with this.

"I need you," I said as I pressed more kisses into the soft skin under her ear. "Can we—"

"Will we be seen?"

"Not unless they're really off the beaten path."

"Then yes," she breathed into my mouth, pressing kisses all along my jawline.

I set her back down and turned her around, pressing my hands to her belly and sliding them down so that they drifted under the waistband of her leggings and her underwear. She moaned when my fingers parted her folds and found the soaking-wet evidence of how much she wanted me and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. I pressed my cock into the small of her back, making her feel all of me.

"Do you feel that, Macy? Do you feel what you do to me?"

"You gonna keep talking, or are you going to do something about it?"

I chuckled, breathing into her neck and dragging my beard along the skin there, watching the color of that sensitive skin change. All the while, my fingers had kept working inside of her, feeling her muscles clench around me as she got closer and closer.

"Dillon," she whined, and I knew that I'd tortured her enough. I pulled down her leggings, baring her beautiful ass to the mountain air, and took out my cock. It was so sensitive that I knew it would probably shoot off any second with barely any stimulation.

I eased inside her from behind, the position making her feel even tighter around me than she had last time, and I had to stop and keep completely still inside her to keep from coming right then.

She groaned with me as I filled her, and once I was buried in her completely, she started fidgeting, trying for more friction. And as much as it hadn't been my intention to torture her, I loved having her there, wrapped so tightly around me that I might never be able to escape.

"Dillon," she whimpered again, her movements getting more and more desperate as she drove herself back against me. I decided to end her misery, and I started to move inside her.

She gritted her teeth against the first thrust I made into her body, and I worried for a second. "Did I hurt you? Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare," she said, gasping again. "It's just… so intense."

"You sure?"

"If you stop right now, I will not be responsible for my actions."

The words surprised a throaty chuckle out of me, and I started moving more intensely, setting a rhythm that she met stroke for stroke. I grabbed her hand and brought it up to pin to the trunk as I turned her head, capturing her mouth in a powerful kiss. All the while she continued to push back against me, her breathing telling me she was getting closer and closer.

With the hand not pinning hers to the tree trunk, I reached down to her clit and started to rub it, making gentle circles over it with my index finger. She gasped, and I felt her orgasm come on her suddenly, as if she hadn't been expecting it.

The muscles in her pussy massaged my cock as she came, and I knew it would be soon for me to fall, too. I pulled my mouth from hers and dragged it down her neck, peppering it with kisses as I pumped a few more times, continuing to keep my pace before the pressure at the base of my spine went off.

She moaned as I felt her come around me again, the waves of our pleasure seeming to pass back and forth through us as though through osmosis. I held her as the aftershocks died down, with me still buried inside her.

It felt torturous, but I finally withdrew, watching my cum spill down the backs of her thighs.

We were quiet as we rearranged our clothes, but right before she put her shirt back into place, she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips.

I knew right then without a doubt, that I was fucked six ways from Sunday.