Fake Love - For Now (Big Men of Blue Mountain 3)

But now? With Erin?

I’m excited about the prospect.

For sure it will give her the getaway she needs, but I’m also excited to just spend time with her. Breathe her in. Actually get to watch her while she hikes. And, if I’m lucky, get to put my hands on her again. Because I would be lying if I said that I didn’t think about this morning every five minutes and want more.

I’m glad that I have the practice for pulling all this together. It takes me ten minutes because I already have almost everything packed. Just a few minutes of adjustment because Erin is coming with me, and a stop by the kitchen before I head over to meet her.

She’s waiting at the archery range for me, teeth worrying her lower lip. All that panic that’s in her hasn’t gone away. That’s fine. We’ll get there. I have plans for her. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

Erin has changed out of the clothes that she wore rafting and is now in tight-fitting hiking clothes that show off her ass. It’s a pity that I have to lead us, because it’s tempting to watch her ass in those pants. And the thought has me adjusting mine. Damn it.

We head through the archery range and underneath the empty ropes course.

“Have you ever thought of making a Halloween haunted house type thing in here?” Erin asks.

“In the ropes course?”

“Yeah,” she says. “Last night when I left the fire, it looked a little eerie when it was getting dark. Thought it would be a good place for something creepy.”

I look up and take in the swaying bridges and ropes. She’s not wrong. “That’s definitely something to think about. Maybe you can give me some more ideas for it.”

She laughs. “I don’t know about that.”

“Well, you had the first one, what kind of creepiness did you want to see?”

Erin tilts her head to the side as we walk. “I think mummies might be good, considering the way things could drift around.”

“Maybe you could be a mummy,” I say with a grin. “Then I could unwrap you.”

I watch as she blushes and then I reach for her hand. It feels perfect in mine as I pull her toward the back of our property. This isn’t the path that I usually take guests on. It’s a little wilder and rougher. But in my opinion, it’s far more beautiful. And it’s a more direct shot to where we’re going.

The woods are turning into the colors of fall, the entire place around us feels like it’s just on the edge of breathing in the new season. It doesn’t take us that long to reach our destination. It’s a bend in the river, a short hike downstream. Our rafting trips do go past this spot, but it’s easy to miss.

It’s a bend in the river where the water pools lazily before moving on. It’s deep enough to swim, and just beyond the tree line, there’s a little clearing with a perfect view of the sky. Since I first discovered it, it’s become one of my favorite places. And with the rafting trip over for the day, we won’t be disturbed.

“We came past here?” she asks as we step into the clearing.

“You did. But I make a point of not telling anyone about this little place. I like thinking of it as mine.”

“You told me,” she says, looking at me carefully.

I nod. “I did.”

Erin ducks her head with a smile.

It’s still early in the day, but I want to get the fire started while I can. I’ll set up the tents too. On second thought—“I’m going to build the fire and everything. But I need to ask…I brought two tents with me. Do you want separate ones?”

Erin stares at me for a moment. I can almost feel the thoughts spinning through her while she works through everything that’s happened between us and why we’re on this excursion in the first place. What it might mean if we only have one tent. Then she shakes her head. “No. One is fine.”

“Okay.”

We stand silently for a second, and there’s nothing that I want more right now than to haul her into my arms and lay her down on the grass. But if I do that, I won’t be able to stop. Tent first.

“The river here is slow and deep enough to swim, if you want.”

She looks behind her. “And the chances that someone is going to come paddling by?”

“Zero.”

Erin smirks and pulls the tank top she’s wearing over her head and drops it on the ground. No bra. And there goes any chance that I had of keeping my dick in check. I’m already hard, and the way she’s looking at my pants, she knows it too.

She turns around and strips her pants off, showing me an absolutely gorgeous view of her bare ass before sauntering to the river. “You’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter under my breath, and I hear her laugh. No shame, and I fucking love it.