We drive out of town, eventually lead off straight highways and on to curving mountain roads. The car smells like French fries— we stopped to get cheap burgers as we were leaving, and decided to go all out with milkshakes and French fries too.

“That was exactly what I wanted. Not that your restaurant wasn’t amazing,” Heath says, correcting himself, “but you can’t get that sort of cheap, greasy American food on deployment. It’s what everyone misses.”

“The food?” I say teasingly, with a lifted eyebrow— one that I hope hides the twinge in my heart at this reminder. Not that I ever forget he’s leaving, of course, but not saying it aloud at least lets me imagine it isn’t happening.

“Oh yeah. I only come back for the food,” Heath jokes, and reaches across the seats to squeeze my knee. It’s an entirely different car ride than the one we took to his house, and not just because I’m the one driving this time— because it really does feel like it could be our anniversary.

“I think I turn here…” I say, slowing down to peer at the road signs ahead. “Yes! We’re practically there.”

“Good,” Heath says, voice going a little softer.

“Very good,” I answer, and smile at him before taking the turn.

The cabin is at the very top of the mountain, and has a driveway I’m seriously worried will do my car in. We make it up, though, and the cabin is glowing in happy, warm light at the top.

The word “cabin” is sort of ridiculous— this place is basically a single-family-five-star-resort. It belongs to a girl I went to high school with who married a real estate investor. They buy properties, turn them into charming and adorable rentals, and then charge a fortune for them. It looks like its photo belongs in a magazine.

“Wow,” I say as Heath hurries around to open my door for me. “This place is crazy.”

“Mmhmm,” Heath says.

“There’s a hot tub in the back, she said, that overlooks the sunrise. So when you get up early you should—“

I’m cut off, because Heath is suddenly taking hold of me, sweeping me into his arms effortlessly. I scream in surprise, then delight, then lean into him, burying my face in his neck and inhaling the scent of him.

“Come on,” he growls into my ear, and I can tell that he’s not nearly as impressed with the house as I am— that he’s got one thing on his mind.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” I play back, and then run the tip of my tongue up his neck. He groans deep in his throat and marches us forward. Unfortunately, he has to put me down in order to get the key out from under the mat— but I use the opportunity. When Heath turns back to me, I’ve slid my clothing off, and for the second time this week I’ll be walking into a house with Heath completely naked. Completely ready for him.

“Karli,” he groans when he looks at me. My nipples are hardening from arousal and the chilled air. Heath reaches forward and circles one with his thumb. I close my eyes at the pleasure caused by such a simple motion.

“We’re still streamlining, right?” I say as he circles my nipple again with his thumb, then pinches it lightly— just enough to make me squirm.

“I suppose,” he says, and then he’s against me, leaning down, lifting me up so he can take my now rock-hard nipple in his mouth. I jolt at the sudden warmth, then practically melt against him as he massages it with his tongue and begins to slide his hand down my back, toward my pussy—

“Then I want you to fuck me tonight like we’ve really been together a year. Like you know I can take it.”

He releases my nipple and lifts his head to meet my eyes. “Karli, I don’t know you can take me like that.”

“I want to try,” I say, and I mean it— even though I’m scared. I’ve seen his cock, and the idea of him fucking me hard with it, of him being fully inside me…it’s frightening. But it’s also so, so thrilling.

“You mean it, don’t you?” Heath says softly. I nod, and he watches me for a moment, then gives me a steely look. Heath then shifts my weight and practically throws me over his shoulder. He carries me through the front door like this, turns to shut it, and then reaches up to slap my ass just hard enough that it hurts in the best way. I jump, then moan as the sensation sends ripples down my legs.

“That’s right,” Heath says. His voice is different now, huskier, rougher, and my fear and delight wars in my chest. He slaps my ass again, then rubs the spot where he struck me. I whimper in pleasure as carries me through the house and to the bedroom, rubbing my ass, occasionally letting his thumb graze my already soaked pussy.

“Here we go,” he says, entering the room. The bedroom is huge, with floor to ceiling windows that look out over the night sky. The bed is perfectly made, pillows fluffed, sheets straight.

We are going to absolutely ruin that perfection, I know.

Heath lifts me from his shoulder and lets me fall onto to bed; I quickly spread my legs for him, which makes him smile.

“Oh no, baby. Not yet,” he says, shaking his head. “Turn over for me— hands and knees.”

I do so immediately— I’d do anything he asks immediately, and look back to watch him over my shoulder. Heath is studying my ass and exposed pussy as he strips off his shirt, revealing those perfect abs that I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing.

“You’ve made me very hard, Karli,” he says under his breath, an almost accusatory tone.

“You’ve made me very wet,” I counter, arching my back a little to further expose myself to him.

He reaches forward and fingers my slit until I moan with want. I try to wiggle so his finger slides inside me, but it doesn’t work; he’s teasing me on purpose.

“So you say you want me to fuck you like you’re used to the size of my cock…” he says. He unbuttons his pants, unzips them, and my pussy clenches with need when his monster cock falls forward, pointing straight at me.

“Please,” I whimper, staring at it.

“Ask for what you want. I want to hear you say it and mean it,” Heath says.

“Fuck me, Heath,” I say, panting with need. “Fuck me hard.”