“Ty, oh, God, Ty. I feel you--I--”
“Get it baby, take it. Fuck. Take it.” He thrusts inside me, hitting that most sensitive spot that sends me spiraling in ecstasy. With a cry, I hear him follow.
And the best part? We’re here for three more days.
***
Ty
“Are you kidding me right now? You, Phoebe James, queen of ‘'80s movies and a sculptor, have never seenGhost?
“Nope,” she says, her nose still buried in her sketchbook.
“I can’t believe this. Even I have seen that movie.”
“So sorry to disappoint,” she mocks me. “Is that what you want to do for the rest of the day? WatchGhost?”
We woke up late, our bodies sore and sated from making love the night before. I figured we’d have a lowkey day, just hanging out and watching some movies. But now that I think about it… “Nah, I have a better idea.”
“Yea?” My girl gets a gleam in her eye.
“Not that good of an idea. You’ve got to be sore, baby. Let’s go for a hike.”
Phoebe looks at me like I’m crazy. “Um, won’t hiking make my body sore?”
“Only your legs. And when we get back here, I’ll give you a massage. How’s that?”
She practically leaps from the couch. “Count me in.”
***
Hours later, we’re curled up by the fire, our bodies tired from hiking, and from the post-hike massage that predictably turned into sex. God, I can’t get enough of her, whether she’s naked and straddling my rock-hard dick, or cuddled up next to me, I just want to be near her.
I’m half-heartedly watching a documentary on the Beat poets, while Phoebe sketches beside me. I swear, she’s never far from her sketchbook, she even doodles in the margins of her annotations, but this weekend, she’s practically attached to it.
“Are you gonna let me see that yet?” I ask, since she’s been secretive all day.
Instead of teasing me back, she looks at me shyly. “Ok,” she says, handing the pad over. I take it, and I’m stunned. There, on the page, is my face. Except, it’s more handsome than I could ever claim to be. And Jesus. It almost looks real, not rendered. I can’t stop looking at it, tracing the lines of my jaw, my nose, my eyes, as she sees them, as she sees me. There’s something about the way she’s captured me. I can’t put words to it, but…
Before I can finish my thought, she reaches out to still my hand. I look at her, completely in awe of her talent, her beauty, her generosity. “You’re amazing,” I tell her, knowing the words are inadequate. “No one’s ever… I can’t believe you drew this.”
“I love you,” she says before I swallow her words, my mouth crashing down on hers.
“God, I love you, Phoebe. I have loved you longer than I can say. And I’ll never stop.” She folds herself into my arms and soon our clothes are gone, our inhibitions lost, our differences moot. Because here, it’s just us and the love we have for each other. For now, that’s enough.
***
Before long, our three days at the cabin are up and it’s time to head back to reality. Phoebe’s making breakfast while I’m packing up and trying to make sure the cabin looks the same as when we arrived. I grab the vacuum from the hall closet and give the place a quick sweep before we get on the road.
It doesn’t take me long to get our stuff together and into my car. I walk into the kitchen and watch while Phoebe shakes her hips to the music playing in her earbuds. She turns to grab a spatula and spots me.
“Hey, eggs are almost ready. Do you need more coffee?”
“Nah, I’m good,” I tell her, grabbing plates and setting them on the table. We sit down to eat. “Everything’s great, thanks.”
“Well, I’m no Caleb Whitman in the kitchen, but I do okay. And my ass is always covered.”
“That’s a damn shame.”
