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  Stop it, I tell myself.

  I check my watch. It’s only just after four. Mike and Delores won’t be here for another couple hours, and I don’t have a key to the cabin. If I did, I might just take off right now, before I embarrass myself.

  Hell, who am I kidding? If I had a key to the cabin and two hours alone in it, I’d probably be inviting her back there with me.

  Bad. Idea.

  “Somewhere to be?” she asks.

  “What? Oh … no.” I reach for the first lie that comes to hand. “Just thinking about whether I should pick up some provisions before checking in to my cabin.”

  “Hey, I need to swing by the store and pick up some booze.” She tosses back the last of her beer. “You wanna head over there together, maybe talk shop on the way?”

  I finish off my beer, too, and slip a twenty under the empty mug. “Yeah,” I say. “I’d like that.”

  And I know I’m in trouble, and this is a bad idea, and I should not be walking out of this place with some sexy blonde who’s almost certainly young enough to be my daughter.

  But I do it anyway.

  3

  Mel

  When we reach the parking lot, I grab a tank top and a pair of shorts out of my yellow VW Bug. As I’m slipping them on, I look up; he seems almost disappointed that I’m covering up.

  I like that.

  "You wanna take my ride?” he asks.

  I’d love to take you for a ride, I think, and tell myself to shut up. “Sure,” I say, throwing my towel in the back seat of my car. “Why not?”

  The lights flicker on his car as he unlocks it. He drives a Tesla—nice—but I play it cool. “Nice ride,” I say.

  Then we’re in the body-hugging, contoured seats, zipping up the wooded back roads. The sun flickers through the tree canopy and paints shadows on the road ahead. There’s no engine vibration to be felt beneath me, but I love speed and he’s delivering it. We don’t talk for the few minutes it takes to get to the store, and that’s just fine.

  In the store, we walk companionably down the aisles, me grabbing booze and snacks, him grabbing grill food like hamburgers and dogs. We talk about books—he likes thrillers and weird literary stuff like Gabriel Garcia Marquez; I like Dennis Lehane and Nora Roberts. TV—he likes Doctor Who and Battlestar Galactica; I like Supernatural and Once Upon a Time.

  I like talking to him. In the harsh light of the store, I can definitely tell that he’s old enough to be my dad—perish the thought!—but he doesn’t talk or think like someone old enough to be my dad. He’s funny and smart, and doesn’t have that out-of-touch thing most middle-aged people have about pop culture.

  And sexy—dear god, he’s so sexy. That sprinkle of salt in the hair, the laugh lines, the confidence you just never see in a guy in his twenties. Some guys get better with age—I mean, have you seen Clooney?—and this guy is definitely one of them.

  And I’m thinking maybe swearing off guys wasn’t the greatest idea. Or, at least, maybe I can start tomorrow.

  We check out while arguing spiritedly about whether Grimm should have been canceled, and load our purchases into his car. Then I slide into the passenger seat while he wheels the cart back to the store. The parking lot’s not even big enough to have a cart corral. I love this town, but I love it for precisely the one week a year I spend here. The rest of the time? Please, God, give me the city.

  Dex gets in, starts the car, and turns to look at me. “Back to the beach, then.”

  “Sure,” I say. What else can I say? Where are you staying, take me there and screw my brains out?

  He gets us back on the road and pointed in the right direction, and we’re silent for another few minutes. I watch the shadows, longer now, stretching across the road, and wonder if I’ll see him again once he drops me off.

  What if I don’t? What if he drops me off and drives away, and for the rest of my life he’s that guy I was too timid to make a move on?

  Fuck it. You only live once.

  I see a sign up on the right and point through the windshield. “Turn off there.”

  “What? Why?” He pumps the brakes and glances at me.

  I flick a glance at him. “Because I said so, mister.”

  His eyes finally—finally!—look at my tits and, although the gander is brief, relief washes over me. He may not know precisely what I have in mind, but he’s got the gist all right.

  He pulls onto the dirt road I indicated; it turns into a gravel a quarter mile down, and about 200 feet after that a small log cabin sits among the trees on one side.

  “What is this place?” he asks.

  “It used to be a ranger’s station, back when there was a park here. Budget cuts in the eighties, I think.”

  “Wow, I had no idea,” he says. “How did you know about it?”

  “I’ve spent a lot of time around here,” I tell him. “It’s really cool inside.”

  “We’re going inside?”

  I slant a look at him and he grins. His smile is wide and wolfish, and I could seriously just lean over and take a great big bite of that sexy mouth. If one of the frat boys on the beach was looking at me like this, I’d just leave and never look back. But this guy is different.

  Hell, maybe it’s the beers. Maybe it’s that last text from the asshole ex-boss. Whatever it is, Dex’s gaze sends an unmistakable warmth through my body, and I’m not going to let it be denied.

  “Yeah,” I say, and grin back. “We’re going inside. Come on.”

  I push out of the seat and feel the gravel crunching under my sandals. When I reach the door and try the knob, it doesn’t budge.

  “Damn it,” I say.

  He shrugs and his lips rise on one side in a way that makes me want to shove him against this stupid locked door and climb him like a tree. He is all man. The top of my head barely comes up to his chin. His shoulders are wide as a mountainside. I know he could toss me around like a doll. Stupid lock. Stupid careful rangers.

  “Oh, well,” he says. “You can’t have it all.”

  “The hell I can’t.” I grab his hand and lead him around the back. Just as I remembered, there’s a small window set high in the back.

  He peers up at it, then looks back at me, his gaze uncertain. “Are we breaking and entering, Mel?”

  I smile. “You bet we are,” I say. “Now give me a boost.”

  4

  Dex

  I look up at the window and back at her. Is she crazy? Am I?

  “You think it’s open?” I ask.

  “We’re not going to find out standing here. Trust me, you have to see the inside of this thing. You’ll be amazed.”

  Her lips spread, revealing perfectly straight teeth. I love a good smile. I interlock my fingers and offer them.

  She steps into my hands and I boost her up. As she fiddles with the window, her crotch is right at nose level and I have to resist a whole bunch of urges. I think she’s got an agenda here … but it never pays to assume.

  I hear the window slide open, and glance up. Her perfect tits press against the fabric of her tank top, and I check them out appreciatively, but as she scurries through the window it’s her perfectly round ass that grabs my attention. I would’ve never imagined a woman with tits like that would have much to spare in the way of a backside, but her curves wind better than any road I’ve ever driven in my Tesla.

  I circle back to the front of the station and scan the parking lot to make sure no one has shown up. A rattling signals she’s reached the door, then it flings open and she’s standing there, staring up at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes. She’s so young; her skin’s so smooth. I don’t have a lot to offer a sweet young thing like that, but I can think of at least one thing.

  Please let her be making a move, I think. I’m so far removed from the dating scene I barely know what the word means, and I don’t have much in the way of smooth pick-up moves. But if she’s going in for the pick-up, we’re moving into territory I can handle.

  I’m not arrogant about much, but I know my way around a woman. And I’ve got what I need to make sure she walks away satisfied.

  She waves me in and leads the way. It’s even dimmer in here than it was at the bar, with the single window in the back and the solid door. The scent of aging hardwood fills the air, and dust covers the thick, rustic table in the back and the dingy floorboards.

  She points at one of the walls. “Check that out.”

  I walk to the framed picture and squint to see in the dark. It’s a man in a ranger’s uniform standing next to another with a long beard, clutching a rifle. The photo is dingy; I figure from the ranger’s outfit it’s fifty years old, at the very least. I have to admit, it is pretty cool.

  “This is awesome.” I turn and freeze in my tracks.

  Her bikini top is sitting on the dusty table, her tits have been set free, and her perfect nipples are pearly and pink in the light flooding through the window.

  Okay, yeah, I guess she’s making a move.

  “You were right about the view,” I say.

  “I thought you might like it.”

  She leans back against the dusty table and I feel my mouth go dry. I walk toward her, and the slight parting of her lips has me at full attention inside my shorts. Her eyes flick downward, and she seems to notice.

  “My goodness. What is that?” Her tongue sneaks out to touch her top lip as I approach.

  Fuck it.

  “This is your new best friend,” I say.

  I cup one of her breasts. Like I said, I don’t have a lot to offer a sexy siren like this—except that one thing. The way she’s looking up at me, her oversized irises glaring into my eyes, I just want to wreck her. I want to make her walk funny for a week, and I have just the cock to do it.

  Her erect nipple is clasped between two of my fingers and I press upward to get a good grip. She utters a quiet moan as her tongue makes another appearance at her top lip. I thought I was hard before, but that tongue calls to me in a way that makes my skin feel stretched. The head of my cock is a bundle of desperate nerves tingling to feel her wet warmth.

  Our mouths meet, and her tongue finds mine. I feel her hand grasping at my bulge, searching along its shaft, seeking where it ends.

  “Oh my god,” she mutters.

  I run my fingers lightly down the side of her breast and around to her tight, muscular ass. Sliding my hands under her shorts, I run my lips across her cheek to her ear. “I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before.”

  Her head falls forward and I kiss the nape of her neck. Before I know it, my belt is loosed and she’s opened my shorts. Her hand grips my thickness. I watch her eyes go wide as she squeezes me.

  But then she pushes her other hand against my chest.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, moving back to give her some space.

  “I just….” She’s looking down at my dick.

  I understand. It’s an eyeful.

  “Don’t worry,” I say. “We just need to get you good and wet.”

  That won’t be a problem.

  There’s hesitation in her eyes, but I know I’ll fix that. Stepping forward, I press her back, trapping her again between me and the table. I clasp my mouth over a nipple and suck hard, flicking it with my tongue as I squeeze her other tit. I run my other hand up her back and, as I bring it smoothly back down, bend my knees to run my tongue down to her navel.

  I circle it once and slide her shorts down so she’s only in her bikini bottoms. Through the fabric, I tease her slit with my tongue as I look up at her. Those innocent crystal-blue eyes are peering down at me, and I think I still see doubt there. But that’s fine. She can doubt for now; just wait until I get inside her.

  I pull the crotch of her swimsuit aside and spread her thighs wider. Her hands are on my shoulders now, pulling at my shirt sleeves. I raise my arms and she yanks my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly aside.

  Wrapping my arms behind her legs, I stand, raising her off the floor and parking her perfect ass on the table. I slide her bikini bottoms off and drop them on the floor at my feet, stopping for a long moment just to look at her perfectly pink pussy.

  Then I reach down and spread her folds open, rub her clit just a little with my thumb. Her eyes close; her lips part. When she opens them again, her eyelids stop at half-mast, and I know she’s ready for my tongue.

  I run it across one nipple, then the other. I feel her hard abs flutter again as I make a trail to her navel and then to her pussy. Her pussy lips are spread wide; her clit is full and engorged by her desire.

  This woman is a goddess and it’s everything I can do not to just slam my cock inside her. Instead, I tease her clit with my tongue, flick it down one side of her lips and up the other.

  She moans, grabbing one of her breasts and allowing her legs to spread wide as she leans back on one elbow. I tease her opening and she moans again, then gasps as my tongue trails lightly up again. I slide two fingers inside, and her ass jerks up, pressing her beautiful pussy into my face. Wetness surges down my fingers.

  My cock throbs, and I have to grip myself before I lose my mind, fiercely willing myself to get under control.

  Her eyes are closed, her perfect body shining in the sunlight through the window. She reaches for her clit and begins to circle it with two fingers as I press my fingers deeper inside of her. I pull my head away to watch as I match the speed of my fingers to hers.

  Mel’s jaw is working now, her tongue pressing between her lips and disappearing again. I move faster, deeper. My hand meets her fingers and she slides them away to one of her tits, giving me room to do it for her.

  Her breathing is frantic, each breath bringing a short moan of pleasure. “I’m going to come,” she says. “Oh, god. You’re going to make me come.”

  I lean down and pull her tongue into my mouth. Her legs stretch back further, and she tilts her hips up so I can go deeper. I do, and she tenses. I pull my mouth away, drop to one knee, and slide my tongue against her clit while I curl my fingers up inside her, finding that magic spot that will blow her mind.

  I’m going to finish her off first, but that’s just the beginning.

  5

  Mel

  My pussy pulses and I can hear my blood rushing in my ears as his tongue swirls and flicks my clit.

  I can’t take it anymore; my ass clenches, and surges of fiery pleasure ripple from my pussy, up through my stomach, and … oh my god.

  “Yeah. Come for me, baby.”

  Lights explode behind my eyes as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had claims me. My body jerks and quivers when I find my release.

  I open my eyes and lock gazes with him as I ride out the last of the orgasm, sliding against his hands as his fingers slip in and out of me. The thought of his huge cock flits through my head and I can’t wait to return the favor.

  My muscles relax as the final waves of my orgasm fade away. He slows his rhythm and presses his hand against my pussy lips, keeping his fingers deep inside me.

  I look up and he’s grinning.

  “You’re amazing,” I say.

  “I’ve barely started.” His smoky eyes are dark with desire. “I need to feel your lips on my cock … now.” He’s stroking the full length of it, and that turns me on all over again.

  I take him in my palm and wonder again how it’s going to fit inside me, but my explosive orgasm has given me courage. The tip of his cock is wet with pre-come and all I can think about is how I want to taste it. I want to pull him into my mouth and give him the same pleasure he just gave me.

  He lifts me off the table, easing my feet onto the floor. I lost a sandal somewhere during this last bit of business, and the dusty wood under my foot feels cold and gritty. But I barely feel it as his cock jumps in my hand. I give it a little squeeze.

  I squat down, and my gaze travels the length of it. I look up at him as I flick my tongue over the tip. I know that will drive him crazy. His lips tilt up as he watches me, his eyes glazed with desire. I lick the pre-come off the tip of his hard cock. It jumps again, and I cup my tongue and pull him into my mouth.

  I don’t know if I can take all of him, but I want to.

  I wrap my hand around it and run my free hand across his ripped six pack. I pull back until just the tip of his dick is in my mouth, then suck until he moans. Then I run my tongue lightly down the underside to the bottom of his shaft, and back up again.

  He runs his fingers through my hair, but doesn’t try to force me onto his cock like most younger guys do. “That feels so good, baby.”

  I like the way baby sounds on his lips.

  Stroking him with the other hand, I pull as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. In, out, in, out, for several strokes, then draw back and run my tongue along the wet shaft. It slides easily back into my mouth and I suck him in then pull back out, over and over until his hips are pumping in rhythm with my mouth.

  His voice is rough as his hands gently rub the back of my head. “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh. Fuck. Yes. That’s it.”

  I get as much as I can in my mouth and stroke the rest with my hand. Right this second, the only thing that matters is this cock. I know he’s going to come at any moment.

  But then he pushes my head away. He tilts my chin up so I’m looking up at him. “Not yet.” He draws the words out. “I’m far from finished with you.”

  Before I know what’s happening, he lifts me from the floor and sets me back on the table.

  “Are you ready to come again, baby?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He takes my mouth with his, and his tongue slips into my mouth at the same time his fingers slide easily into me. I am ready to come again, but I’m not going to lie; the size of his cock still has me a little worried. It’s legitimately kind of monstrous.

  I lean back on the table and spread my legs wide, then challenge him with my eyes, even though I know by now he can make good on his word. As long as I can stretch to take it all, that is.