“Do you think the sauna may have been hit?” I ask.
Ryder shakes his head. “Nah, it’s in a well-protected place.”
He’s right. As we stop at a cliff’s edge, I look down and see that below, against the side of the rocky mountain in which we stand, sits a cedar-sided sauna. It overlooks the water, and Ryder squeezes my hand, leading me down a narrow path to the private beach.
“This is gorgeous,” I tell him, taking in the magnificent lake before us. I see he has a boat docked and several kayaks. It’s the kind of place you could get lost in, and I understand why Ryder lives here. Why would anyone leave when the best parts of the world are within arm’s reach? The blue water is so still and peaceful, and I spot moose in the distance poking their heads through trees. From this vantage point, it doesn’t look like there was a powerful storm last night, all is calm.
I point out the mama and her baby. Ryder moves my hand to the west, and I see the buck eyeing his family protectively. My heart swells at the sight of them. Those animals are the reason I held the auction last night. To keep their land protected, their homes safe.
“Do lots of deer live here?” I ask.
Ryder nods.
“How much land do you have out here?”
He narrows his eyes, his head cocking from side-to-side. “A thousand acres, give or take a hundred.”
My jaw drops open. “A thousand? Are you serious?”
I think back to his cabin––it may be small, but it is sustainable. Solar panels and a high-end generator. Not to mention top-of-the-line furnishings, clothing, even the kayaks out here. Everything is the best of the best.
“Who are you?” I tease.
He gives me a side smile. “My family has had this property for generations. When my mom died, she willed it to me with stipulations that I keep as much of it untouched as possible. So when I built my cabin, I kept my footprint small.”
“That’s incredible, Ryder.” I swallow, thinking about my footprint back in Los Angeles, where my family home is. I live in the guesthouse, not even holding a job with a salary. I make blog posts and fly to demonstrations, but none of what I do has a tangible impact like Ryder’s choices. I was hoping the auction last night would start to change that.
“I’ve always wanted to leave the city, but I’ve never had the guts,” I admit, following him to the sauna.
He checks the heat level of the sauna, then turns to face me, untying the sash of my robe. He moves as if he knows exactly what he is doing at all times. It’s sexy as hell, his self-possession.
“Living out here isn’t for everyone.”
“But you love it?” I ask as he takes my robe, hanging it on a hook on the outside of the sauna.
“It’s home.”
His words are simple but I can see they sum him up. He isn’t flashy, looking for attention with his choices. He is merely living with as little impact as possible and enjoying himself while he does it.
He pulls off his boots and sweatpants, hanging his hoodie next to it. I notice a shower stall a few steps away. “A shower even?”
“It’s not heated though, just to warn you,” Ryder says. “But I turned on the sauna from the house, so it’s probably warmed up by now.
“Sounds good, I’m all for the sauna. The shower, not so much,” I tell him, unable to imagine putting my body under that shower head.
Ryder steps closer to me, his thick cock between us and I feel my pussy react to seeing his length so close, untethered. “Come on, baby, let’s get warmed up.”
I follow him into a sauna built for two and immediately feel my shoulders drop from the dry heat. Sighing loudly, I take a seat across from Ryder, beads of sweat already on my forehead.
“You like it hot?” he asks, watching as I lay a towel under my butt. I can’t help but be very aware that his massive cock is hanging between his legs. I remember how it felt in my mouth this morning. It was so hard, yet velvety smooth at the same time. His cock tempted me when we woke, and it tempts me now.
“I’d think most people would keep their eyes on the lake, not my cock.”
I laugh, but then pull back my shoulders, making sure my tits are right in his line of sight. “So you bring a lot of ladies out here?”
That makes him straight up chuckle. “No other woman has been here.”
“Ever?”
“Ever.”
My eyes widen. “Wait, were you a virgin too? Last night?”
He laughs again, reaches for my hand, and pulls me toward him. I effortlessly sit down in his lap as his hands find the small of my back.