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  Slade rocked his hips and his cock rubbed a hot path along her thigh.

  Looked like savoring wasn't in his plan. Jazzy kissed his neck and inhaled his musky scent deeply. Her fingers smoothed a circle on his chest, hesitating at the nub buried in his crisp hairs.

  He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Oh, yeah."

  She pushed off the bed enough to scrape her nipples across his chest and belly. Instantly, sensations shot right to her pussy lips. A twinge shot through her side and she winced, pressing a hand over the bandage. “We need to move slow."

  “I'll be gentle. I thought I could wait, but, honey, I need you now.” His hand covered hers and he rolled her to her back, pressing his penis against her hip. A groan rumbled in his chest. “You remember that move you did with your hand..."

  Her hand slipped between them and she rubbed the length of her finger between his balls while her thumb pressed against the base of his cock. Her fingernails lightly scraped his balls and she smiled when the tempo of his flexing increased. She pressed her lips to his chest, flicking her tongue over the tight bud of his nipple.

  “That feels great, but I can't see your face.” He shoved the pillows against the headboard and scooted up until he reclined against them. “Sit on my lap."

  She eyed his impressive erection and felt moisture readying her pussy for his invasion. With a wide smile of anticipation, she gladly straddled him, welcoming the pressure of his cock at her wet slit.

  His hands claimed her hips and eased her down, rising in a smooth movement to meet her. With long slow moves, he plunged deeper with each stroke.

  Resting her hands on her thighs, she rode him, holding him tight when he was deep inside and loosening when his tip teased her entrance. She watched the tension grow in his face and felt the stiffening of his thighs under her bottom. He didn't have long now.

  A feather touch of his thumb on her bud startled her. Two circles around the sensitive button and sparks lit up her insides. Her gyrations in his lap increased and she grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Hair tumbled around her shoulders and dangled along his skin.

  He grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged. “Come here. I need to taste you.” Slade captured her mouth and plunged his tongue inside in rhythm with their strokes. His thumb pressed harder against her clitoris.

  Deep in her throat, she moaned, unable to keep quiet about the pleasure coursing through her body. This man's kisses sent her blood pumping. Heat flashed over her skin and the tight control she held on her body's reactions broke. Waves of release rolled through her and she sagged against Slade's chest.

  He grabbed her buttocks and rocked her hips back and forth, increasing the friction against his cock. For several more strokes, he strained upwards, and his fingers tightened. “Awww."

  Deep within, she felt her insides bathed in his hot seed. A sense of peace enveloped her and she wanted to stay here in this ramshackle cabin forever. No one could hurt them and they had each other.

  Slade exhaled and whispered, “My Jazzy girl,” before dropping his hands and falling back against the mattress. “That was better than peach pie. And peaches are my favorite."

  She traced circles on his shoulder with the ends of her hair. He liked pies? Something new she'd learned about him, not that it really mattered. “There's something else I have to tell you.” She sighed.

  “More talking?” He groaned.

  “I'm hopeless in the kitchen."

  He rolled his head to the side and winked. “I can cook some. You'll learn."

  “What will we do?"

  “We'll get by."

  “I don't want to just get by. I'm looking for a new life."

  He nuzzled her neck and whispered, “I've got some ranch land and a few horses. I just happen to know a lady looking to invest her life savings, and we could make it a real business together."

  She gasped and her heart raced. He was talking about a future. A real home she could spruce up anyway she pleased. A normal life and ... She stilled. Weren't all ranches big, flat pieces of land, like the farm her daddy used to work? She might have to give up her mountains. With a twist, she leaned on her shoulder and laid her hand on his bare chest. “Tell me where your land is."

  He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each fingertip before he answered, “About an hour's ride from Denver.” He connected with her gaze and grinned. “Deep in the heart of the Rocky Mountains."

  She'd have it all. A new life, mountains and Slade.

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  Layla Chase

  Layla Chase writes contemporary stories as well as historicals and is published in short romantic fiction. Years spent in the business world prompted her to seek out her more creative side. There, she discovered all sorts of characters whose stories she needed to share. A native of California, she now lives in Texas with her husband and the youngest of her three children.

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