Off the Record (Off 3)

"My parents didn't have a lot of money growing up, but they saved for a few years one time

to take me and Nix out here for a family vacation. It was the year before my mom died. We drove out in the old mini-van and camped at Yellowstone. We'll drive up there this week so you can see it--it's only about an hour from where we are staying. But anyway, it was the best vacation ever. And I never got to come back until after I made it to the NHL. But since then, I've come every year. It's my favorite place in the world."

I see her head nod up and down in agreement. "I've only seen five minutes of it and I think it's my favorite place in the world, too."

Something about the tone of her words makes my chest itch. With no control over my actions, I reached across the seat and grab her hand. I pull it to my mouth and place a gentle kiss on the inside of her wrist. Taking my eyes off the road for just a second, I see those luminous eyes go wide and then soft at my action.

Knowing that just my simple touch...nothing more than a sweet gesture affects her so much...

I feel fucking awesome.

Keeping her hand tucked into mine, I lay it down on my lap and hold it the rest of the drive into Jackson.

We get our errands out of the way, stopping first to pick up keys from the realtor. We then hit the grocery store and finally stop to pick up a cord of firewood at a local general store. The nights still get chilly, even if it is mid-June.

We pull up to the ranch house I rented. I've stayed here the past three summers and it is a dream find. I'd buy it if the owner wanted to sell. The house is small by Wyoming standards, just a mere three thousand square feet but it sits on sixteen acres of lush meadowland and horse pastures bordering the Tetons. There's not another soul in sight.

The sun is setting behind the mountain range, which pushes an orange glow over the top and blackens the face of the slopes.

We pull out the groceries and carry them in first. As we walk into the kitchen, I hear Ever say, "Wow!"

I turn to her. "This place is pretty spectacular, right?"

"I don't know that spectacular really does it justice," she says in awe.

I lay my bags on the counter top and look around. The house is rustic with knotty pine floors and thick wooden beams hatching the ceiling. The kitchen is state of the art with stainless steel appliances and granite counter tops.

I take Ever's bags, lay them down and then grab her hand. Leading her into the living room, I let my eyes wander over the overstuffed leather furniture and massive stone hearth. A searing image of me making love to Ever in front of a roaring fire flashes before me and I reflexively squeeze her hand.

The east wall of the vaulted living room is nothing but floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Tetons. We stand before it, just staring at the sunset before us.

"In all my life, I don't know that I'll ever see anything as beautiful as this."

I glance down at Ever, whose head barely comes to my shoulder, and she has the most peaceful and serene look on her face.

"I agree. Nothing as beautiful as this." But I say that without taking my eyes off of Ever while she stares out the windows.

She turns her head to me and I don't know what is reflected on my face, but it causes her lips to part slightly and her eyes to shine. Does she see in my gaze how beautiful I think she is?

Whether it's the magic of the setting sun, or because it's just been way too long, my hands go to Ever's face to hold her before me. I don't waste any time before I bring my mouth down on hers. She wastes no time either and steps right into my body, pressing herself against me. The contact is electric and I am overwhelmed with desire for her.

The kiss is immediately hot. There are no soft, feathery touches or tentative movements. Our mouths are wide open and greedy for each other. One hand stays on Ever's face but the other slides down to her ass and I grip it hard to pull her tighter against me. The move causes her to sigh a tiny moan into my mouth and I eat it up, silently begging for more.

There is a tiny doubt...it floats in the back of my mind. That Ever may hold this against me. That she may write about this. As this rolls through my mind, I realize I'm on the precipice of a major decision. Do I move forward with Ever...not just a single fuck right now, because this will be so much more than even I had imagined. Or should I back away now and resolve myself to leave her alone?

Before I can come to a rational decision, Ever pulls back from our kiss. "I think we should talk first, Linc."

My brain says that's a good idea but my aching body is rebelling. I almost pull her back to me but rationality prevails and I realize a talk is probably the best thing for us before we go further.

Ever leads me over to the couch and we sit down. I'm trying to think of the best way to open this conversation but she beats me to the punch. "Linc...I want you to know that whatever happens between us, I promise you I will not write about it. Everything of an intimate nature between us is off the record. In fact, I promise you my article will not say a word about your love life."

I look at her skeptically. I want to believe those words, but I had been duped by her before. My emotions are raging because I want her...very badly. And I like her, a lot. But if this ends badly between us, I can come out on the losing end if she writes about it.

Ever grabs my hands, sensing my doubt. "I swear it, Linc. On my mother's life."

My eyebrows go skyward. For Ever to say that, I know she means it. "Why? What's changed?"

She gives me the sweetest, shyest look ever. "Let's just say that I've come to realize that you're a good man and I just can't imagine writing anything that would hurt you."

Vindication!

And I can't help myself when I say, "I told you so."

Ever throws her head back and laughs with pure delight laced in. "Yes, you did. And now I fully admit it."

I study her face again. It's a face I've looked at probably a hundred different times a day. It is still no less beautiful or fascinating to me. Her eyes are luminescent, framed by ivory skin and black hair. Her cheeks carry a high blush, that sits just on the upper edges of her cheekbones. She is ethereally stunning and sometimes I'm at a loss for words when she turns those blue irises my way. But this time, I know what I want to say.

"I appreciate you saying that...about not writing an article. But I have to be honest with you, that has no bearing on whether or not I make love to you. I've already decided I want you too much and I'm willing to risk your written retribution."

Her lips purse together in a tiny "o" as she understands what I'm saying. Then she gives me a wicked grin. "So...you're saying there are no more barriers between us right now? That the timing is finally, right?"

I answer her grin with my own. "That's right."

Ever's pink tongue slips out of those perfect lips and runs along her bottom one. Her eyes go a shade darker and she stands from the couch. I start to get up too...why I don't know, but her sudden movement startles me. She holds her hand up to halt my action, and comes to stand between my legs.

I just look up at her, wondering what she is doing. She doesn't keep me in the dark for long because she bends forward and kisses me. Her tongue slides in, caresses mine briefly then she pulls back. She stares at me...just for a few seconds but I'm captivated. Then her hands reach down and she pops the top button of my jeans.

The move is unexpected and I stay absolutely still. Her gaze finally slides downward and I let my eyes follow too. I watch her dainty hands gently grip my zipper and lower it. I am so achingly hard right now and I hope I don't embarrass myself at her first touch. Because there is no doubt she wants to touch me.

"I've been wanting to do this since Oklahoma," she whispers. Then she looks back in my eyes as her soft hand reaches in and takes a hold of me.

My body has no control. At the first, warm contact of her hand, my hips surge up and a groan slides out of my mouth. I close my eyes for just a moment, and relish the feel of her thumb circling around the top of my erection.

"Watch me, Linc," she commands. My eyes fly open at her words and my breath hitches as she kneels in between my legs. "Watch me tas

te you."

Holy. Fuck.

Those words alone are so damn sexy, I'm afraid I might lose it before her lips ever touch me. I'm mesmerized as she lowers her head, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. She peeks up at me one time with those aquamarine jewels before she takes me into her mouth. It's an image I'll never forget as long as I live.

Ever has mad skills. Sheathing her teeth, she takes me in deep, her tongue and lips leaving no part of me untouched. Her hand grips me tight at the base as her mouth glides up and down. My hands reach to her head and I'm amazed at my restraint as I just rest them lightly at the sides of her face. Every instinct in me wants to hold her head in place and slam into her. As if sensing my urgency, Ever moves over me faster. She grips me a little more tightly and sucks on me just a bit harder.

I think for a brief moment that I should pull her off of me, and I think my hands even tighten on her head. But then she growls low in her throat and the vibration shoots straight through my dick.

Like a massive ocean wave rolling in, I am powerless to stop the explosion that tears through my body. Ever even gives a hum of approval as I shoot hot into her mouth, and I'm almost embarrassed that a hoarse shout escapes my lips. I shudder hard, ecstasy ripping through my body. It takes several moments for my breathing to get under control.

Damn if that wasn't the most amazing head I've ever been given. And now Ever is looking up at me again with a smile on her face, and fuck if she doesn't lick her lips like she's just had the best gourmet dinner in the world. She lays her arms primly across my lap and rests her chin on them, just staring at me.

"As soon as my legs regain their feeling, I'm going to cart you off to the bedroom and fuck you about ten different ways," I tell her.

She stands up, trailing a finger across the tip of my semi-hard dick. "I'm going to go in the bedroom right now and get naked. You come after me when you're ready."

I watch as she walks down the hallway to the master bedroom. She pulls her shirt over her head as she walks away from me, and drops it on the floor.

I jump up from the couch and practically run after her.