We went twice more before we passed out, her just as insatiable as I am.
Once with her riding me, the stars catching in her curls like the wildfire in her soul—like the freckles I’m in love with, and once bent over the stack of pillows, her bare back arched, body slick and trembling beneath me.
We ate every damn thing I packed. Drank until the thermoses, waters and cider were empty. Took pee breaks wrapped in blankets and teased each other over how weird but comfortable it all was.
And she made wishes.
God, did she make wishes.
Every time a star streaked overhead, her lashes fell, her lips moved, and I watched her whisper them like prayers. I didn’t ask what they were—I didn’t have to. The way she looked at the sky told me enough.
When Georgia Walked wishes, she wishes for more. Something bigger, greater, and deeper. Something that’ll soothe the ragged, worn parts of her lonely soul.
Don’t need to know the exact words to know it’s not fleeting. And for one night, I’m grateful I could give her a chance to sink into that hope. Into the magic of wishes.
Everything was perfect.
Not just the sex—even though I’ll be riding that high for the rest of my life. Not even the laughter or dancing naked under the stars or the way her hands never stopped touching me, like she was trying to memorize me in the dark.
No, it was the trust.
The way she let go, gave me all of her—mind, body, heart, and fuck, when we connected, my girl gave me her soul. The way she let me take care of her, again and again. And the way I gave myself back in return.
I’ve never felt like this before. Never had something like this. Even with Marlee, it wasn’t like this. We were young and dumb, and I thought it was love. Over the years, especially recently, I’m starting to realize it was something much darker. Ugly and rotten at its core.
With Georgia, everything feels… justmore.
I brush her hair from her cheek when she shifts, snuggling closer in her sleep, and my chest cracks wide open, a quiet voice inside me whispering words on a loop. Words that make my stomach clench and flip, heart hammering beneath her.
This is it.
This is everything.
You could love this woman for the rest of your life.
She smiles as my lips brush her forehead. “Again already? Abby was right. Cowboys are insatiable.”
The words,it’s you I’m insatiable for, sit on my tongue, but before I can say them, a breeze cuts through the air, and it’s all wrong.
I inhale deeply—and freeze.
Beneath the scent of honey and sweat and Georgia… There's smoke. Deep and thick, and gaining by the damn second.
My heart slams into my ribs.
Gently, I roll her off me, easing her onto the pile of pillows, and sit up, scanning the darkness ahead. The truck bed sits at the edge of a drop-off, a steep hill that rolls down toward the river, and beyond that, the end of our property.
Everything’s still and quiet so I grab my boxers and jump out.
“Where are you going?” Georgia mumbles, burrowing deeper into the blankets.
“Stay there, darlin’.”
“Oookay…”
I quickly step into my boxers and snag my jeans, tugging them up as I circle the truck, searching the direction we came from only to stop dead in my tracks.
To the far left, past the tree line and fencing, a haze of orange light pulses against the sky, smoke rising thick and high.
