The perfect woman. I feel a blush coming over my cheeks, and let my hair fall across my face to hide it as we start back to the trail. “Where do you see us living that life?”
“That will be up to you, and it’s something we can figure out in the future.”
Our ride takes us to a cabin – his cabin – but instead of going inside, we secure the horses and he leads me down a hill toward a pond, where there’s a blanket spread under the canopy of a mature tree. There’s a picnic basket waiting there, and we dig into a delicious lunch as we relax in the warm breeze.
“It’s beautiful here,” I say with a sigh.
“Think you’d be happy living here?”
“I think so, but I might miss the ocean.”
He leans close and plays with a strand of my hair. “If you do, then we’ll go live by the ocean.”
“Wouldn’t you be sad to leave here?”
“Not if I was leaving to be with you. I love it here, but it’s people who are important, not places. If I love someone, I’d follow them anywhere.”
I wonder if that means he loves me, but I’m not going to ask, especially when I’m not allowed to say anything in return, and not when I have three other men I’m still considering. Being with Caleb almost makes it easy to forget the other men, but I realize that’s how I felt when I was with Xavier and Samuel too.
Seeming to read the conflicted feelings in my eyes, Caleb asks me what’s wrong.
“I just have a lot to think about.”
He takes my hand and gives me a kiss. “Don’t worry. You’ll figure things out. Just listen to your heart.”
My heart might be the problem. It wants too much.
When production signals that it’s time to ride back, I ask Caleb if I can see his home first, plus I need to use the bathroom. Caleb takes me inside, and surprisingly, the cameras don’t follow, since it wasn’t part of the plan for the date.
When I’m done in the bathroom, I take a moment to check out his living space. It’s tidy, and spare, with not much more than the essentials.
“This cabin is perfect for me, but if you were to come and live here we could build a house, one with plenty of room for kids.”
“It would be fun for the two of us to live in such a cozy place together,” I say.
“Speaking of cozy, I just realized we’re alone.” Caleb quickly closes the space between us, backing me up against a wall in a few short steps.
With a hand on my hip, he tugs our bodies together while his mouth covers mine. He looks, and smells, and tastes like my sweet Caleb, but for the first time, I get a glimpse of the side of him that opted for a dragon tattoo.
His hands slide over my body, squeezing and exploring, as his lips claim me and his teeth tease at my lips, ears, and neck. With our lower bodies pressed tightly together, I feel his arousal grow, and my pussy gets wet as his cock stiffens in his jeans.
Our breathing grows ragged, and things are starting to feel frenzied when there’s a knock on the cabin door. Caleb turns his head away from me to yell, “We’ll be out in a minute!”
I wonder if production can hear the desperate desire in his voice.
I heave a sigh as I steady myself with a hand on his bicep. “We should go.”
Caleb shakes his head. “Nope. I’m not leaving you like this. They can wait.”
He undoes a couple of buttons on my shirt, while his other hand unsnaps my jeans and works its way inside my pants. He frees one of my breasts from my bra, and his head dips to suck my nipple as his fingers find my pleasure center through my underwear and rub, rub, rub, until I’m writhing against him.
“Caleb.” I whisper/sigh his name. I want to scream it, but I don’t want to be overheard.
“That’s right. I’m gonna make you come.”
I bury my head against his shoulder and dig my fingers into his back as my body starts to let go. His thumb plays a steady rhythm over my clit and I cry out, muffling the sound against his warm skin. He keeps me going, my pussy throbbing against his hand, until finally I catch my breath and let out a long sigh.
Caleb runs his tongue over my tightened nipple before giving it a soft kiss and tucking my breast back into my bra. When I slide my hand down to his zipper, he stops me.
“I know you’re still deciding who you want to be with. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
I start to protest, but he says, “We’ll have plenty of time for more fun in the future.”