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Because I’m leaving. I committed to Stu that I’d be back in L.A. as soon as the park dedication’s over. I got the all-clear from the doc and that’s that. I only have a few more weeks of worker’s comp coming my way, then I’m out of funds and need to get back to a paying job. I can’t very well afford to be Trix’s free help forever, even if the gig’s covering my part of the rent.
You should tell her how you feel.
My heart stammers at the very idea of expressing my feelings, saying anything out loud. Historically, I don’t do feelings. Trix nailed it when she said I’m a love ‘em-and-leave ‘em type of guy. That’s exactly what I am, who I am. A quickie here, a meet-up there, but never anything serious.
Serious is messy and I like to keep things clean.
Serious means your heart’s on the line and you could get hurt.
Serious is scary—but also kind of exciting. Like stunting.
And if there’s anyone you’d do serious with, it’s Trix.
But I can’t. It’s not fair to her. My life’s in L.A. and hers is here. Besides, her brother thinks it’s a bad idea. It’s best for all involved if we stick to the plan and I head back to my old life, leave Trix behind. She’ll find someone better than me, someone who will commit and want to stay here in Peach Springs. Have a cute little house with a wraparound porch and a swing, a kid or two. Go thrifting with her on the weekends, help her with the shop.
That guy’s not me.
I’m a wild Wild and that kind of life sounds very normal. Average. Not boring, per se, but definitely not exciting.
Not like jumping off buildings, or flying planes, or going to swanky Hollywood parties with famous actors and models.
Or waking up alone in an empty apartment on your futon. Eating raw egg-and-kale smoothies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Risking your neck for a credit rolling at the end of a movie while everyone’s walking out of the theater.
My gut clenches and for the first time in my adult life, I’m torn. When I left Peach Springs after graduation, I never looked back, perfectly content to leave this tiny town in my rearview. But now? Now I’m not so sure.
Because leaving Peach Springs means leaving Trix.
“Hey.” Trix stirs, winding her leg tighter around mine and pressing her bare pussy up against my thigh.
I could definitely get used to this kind of wake-up call every morning.
“Hey.” I kiss her softly on the lips, inhale her citrusy-fresh scent. She rocks gently on my leg, her hips undulating in a slow rhythm, and I’m hard for her all over again.
Smoothing my hand over her ass, she wriggles against my palm and I give her cheek a squeeze.
“I love your ass,” I murmur into her ear and she smiles, trailing her hand over my abs.
“Is that all you love?” she jokes, inching down to my cock. She runs her thumb over the crown and a drop of pre-cum leaks out.
“No. I also love your tits.” I tweak at her nipple and the bud puckers, turning a dusky rose as I pinch.
“Mmm—” A soft hum vibrates low in her throat as she strokes the length of my cock, up and down the shaft. I keep thumbing at the sharp diamond point, chill bumps rising on her pale skin. She’s wet now, her pussy slicking my quad, and I grip her by the waist and pull her onto me. Straddling my hips, she grinds her clit against the tip of my cock and my lower body tenses.
“Such a fucking tease—” I cup her breasts, run my thumb underneath the full mounds until she’s writhing on me, bucking and seeking more friction.
Spreading her legs wider, she guides my cock into her tight pussy. I sink into her wet heat and her muscles clench around my thick shaft.
“Colt—” she moans as I push up into her harder, faster. She milks my cock, contracting all around me, and I slap at her ass as she bounces up and down.
“Harder—” She urges me on, her eyes closed and head thrown back as she chases her pleasure.
I’m more than happy to give her all I’ve got, thrusting in so deep that I bottom out inside her.
“Oh yes, fuck me. Colt—” She screams my name as I grip her narrow hips, driving into her. Skin flushing, she spasms around me and I let go, spilling hot cum into her. Together, we ride the wave, cresting and drowning in one other.
Finally, she collapses onto my chest. Her breathing’s hard, a light sheen of sweat beading on her skin. I rub her back until she relaxes into me, calm.
“Colt, I know we said no strings attached—” Her voice is soft as I trace the long line of her spine.
