“I have an idea,” Madison says in a voice that tells me I’m not going to like what comes out of her mouth next.

We’ve been holed up in the cabin for two days, enjoying each other without interruption after spending a night at the Avalon. I know it’s going to come to an end, because she’s going stir crazy. I can see it in her eyes even though she hasn’t said the words. I’m content and probably the happiest I’ve been in years. I’m lying to myself though. I know we can’t stay like this forever.

“Need my cock again?” I glance down at her nakedness. She’s curled into my side on the couch as we watch the fire crackling and hissing in the fireplace.

She smirks and her eyes sparkle, reflecting the flickering flames of the fire. “Yes, but that’s not it.” She straddles me, placing her knees on either side of my legs.

“If it doesn’t involve my cock, I don’t want to hear it.” I roll my hips, pushing my erection into her middle. There are perks to being naked all the time. Easy access to her body being the biggest.

“Luke.” She makes a very serious face, leaning forward enough to make my cock twitch with appreciation. “Stop thinking about my pussy for two seconds.”

Gripping her hips roughly, I still her movement. “Stop grinding against me, and I’ll stop thinking about it, sweetheart.”

She tips her head back and giggles softly for a moment. I lift up and drag my lips against her neck.

“Stop.” She plants her hands against my chest and pushes me backward. “So…” She pauses with a mischievous smirk. “I thought we could do something different today.”

“Different?”

She nods slowly, moves her hand to my neck, and runs her hands through my beard. “You know what I do for a living, right?”

It takes everything in me not to groan. “Yeah.”

“Well, how about I give this beard a trim.” She gives me a soft smile as her fingers rake through my hair. “And then maybe…” Her smile turns into a hesitant grimace. “Maybe we can cut your hair.”

I suck my lip into my mouth, chewing on the pieces of my beard that have grown over. It’s been a long time since I’ve cleaned it up. There was no need to when it was only me. “I’ll let you trim my beard, but it’s a no go on the hair, Madison.”

“Hmm.” She rubs her chin slowly as she studies me. “Can I shave the beard off? I’m dying to know what you look like underneath all that hair.”

“You can trim it. If you want more than that, you have to give a little.”

“Can we put the hair back on the table?” She twists her lips to the side, challenging me.

I sigh and decide to give her some hope, depending on how things turn out. “Fine. But I get to decide when, where, and how much.”

“I’ll do anything.” She bounces up and down right on my aching dick.

I growl and dip my hips so the tip of my dick presses against her wet heat. “Right now, I want to slide into that sweet pussy.” I slide my hand up her back, fisting her hair in my hands. Our gazes lock and her laughter dies. I tip her head back and lean forward, running my lips down her neck. “And fuck you until you pass out.”

“Oh.” She digs her fingernails into my bare shoulders when I bite down on the curve of her neck.

She raises and brings herself down on my length. Shivers rake across my body and I close my mouth around her nipple, moaning against her skin as her insides clamp down against me. I can’t even remember how many times we’ve fucked, but each time it’s like it’s the first time.

With one hand on her hip and the other still in her hair, I move her body up and back down, meeting each downward stroke with a roll of my hips. Within minutes, she’s taking control and slamming her body down my shaft, grinding her clit before she peels herself back and repeats the movement. I slide my hand to her ass and bring it down hard against her tender flesh.

She bucks and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t skip a beat.

“Fuck me, Madison. I want to feel you come on my cock.” I soothe the battered flesh with my palm. When her body starts to shake with an impending orgasm, I smack her ass again, causing my own hand to sting in the most pleasurable way.

Her eyes blaze with lust. “Do it again and see what happens,” she says in a deep, wanton voice.

My interest is piqued, and I can’t resist the urge to slap her ass again. But when I do, she does something I don’t expect—she smacks my face. I’m taken aback by the assault. No one’s ever hit me while they were fucking me, but it was…fucking hot.

I run my tongue along my lip as it starts to swell and ache, and gaze at her. Just when I think I know her, she does something that throws me for a loop.

“Too much?” She hovers over me with just the tip of my cock inside her.

I pull her down, crushing my mouth to her as an answer. I’m more turned on than I was before. But I need more. The position doesn’t give me the leverage and angle I want. Standing with her in my arms and my cock buried deep inside her, I place her back against the couch and thrust into her. The strokes are punishing, deep, and fast. I slide my hand up her back and curl my fingers around her shoulder, pulling her toward me with each blow.

Using my upper body, I push her legs forward, allowing me to go deeper and stroke her G-spot. Her muscles strain and her thighs press against my arms as her body starts to shake underneath me. She’s moaning my name and gasping for air. But I batter her pussy harder and drive her over the edge. I follow, moaning and lost in an orgasmic haze with her. I collapse on top of her, pressing her into the cushion with my weight as I gasp for air, trying to fill my empty lungs.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers in my ear as I start to come to.

I suck in a breath and exhale. “For what?”

“I didn’t mean to hit you, but…”

I pull back and stare down into her beautiful, soft eyes. “It was fucking hot, Madison.”

She smiles and bites her bottom lip. “I kinda liked it.”

I roll my body onto the floor, taking her with me, and burst into laughter. “I love you.”

She rubs her nose against mine. Pressing her tits against my chest, she smiles down at me. “I love you too, Luke.” She shimmies down my body and tucks her head under my chin, resting it on my chest. “So about that promise.”

I hold my breath. Please give in. The man hasn’t budged about much, but I’m dying to find out what’s underneath the caveman beard. I’ll admit he’s sexy as hell with it, but I know there’s something more beautiful behind the mass of hair that covers his face and neck. The cutout near his mouth shows a hint of his full lips. I’ve felt them. I know they’re there, just hidden behind the endless layers of facial hair that have started to overtake them.

He sighs. “You really want to do this?”

I know it’s a hard thing for him to agree to because it means change. From what I’ve seen, he hasn’t changed anything in years.

“I do.” I kiss him softly. “I want to kiss your lips without your hair in the way.”

“You make it sound good.” He looks up at me with the softest blue eyes and tucks an errant strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll let you, but…” His voice trails off and he smirks.

“What?” I’m scared to hear the rest of the sentence.

“I’m going to reserve my payback for a later date. I have something in mind, but I want it to be a surprise.”

“If it’s anal, you can keep the hair.” I laugh loudly which earns me another swat on my ass.

“If it’s anal I want, I don’t need to make a deal to get it.”

I purse my lips and pretend that what he’s saying isn’t true, but we both know it is. “Ya think?”

He rolls, pinning me under him on the fuzzy bearskin rug in front of the fire. “I know,” he says in a deep edgy voice that steals my breath.

“Yeah,” I whisper, not trusting myself to speak any louder. The thought of him violating me in that way sends tiny shockwaves throughout my body.

“Madison,” he murmurs against my lips and presses his hardened length against my core. “If you want to trim my beard, you better do it now before I fuck you again.”

I press my hand against his chest, pushing him off me and climbing to my feet before he can sink into me again.

As I wobble to the bathroom, the evidence of our earlier sexual escapade trails down my thigh. I clean myself up and grab the scissors from under the sink before practically skipping back to the living room because I’m overflowing with excitement.

He’s lying on his back with his hands tucked under his head and staring up at the ceiling when I straddle him. The fire creates shadows across his muscles, the caverns the deepest black. My mouth waters and my fingers itch to touch him again. I gaze down at him and clear my mind, focusing on the task at hand.

My willpower almost slips when his hands slide up my legs and come to rest on my hips.

“You sure?” My voice cracks when his fingertips dig deliciously into my flesh.

“Completely.” Unlike mine, his tone is firm and steady.

I hold the tools up, jiggling them back and forth over him. “I need better light to not do a hack job on you. Sit in the chair.” I extract myself off his body and instantly miss his warmth.

I stand in awe as he rolls to his stomach and does a push-up before climbing to his feet. My mouth falls open as I gawk at his body. Every muscle ripples when he moves. Fuck. The man seriously doesn’t have an ounce of body fat anywhere.

He settles into the chair and leans back, placing his hands on the armrests. “Climb on.” He smirks seductively.

Standing in front of him completely naked without so much as a care about my body, I place one hand on my hip and cock my head. “A few rules first.”

He groans and rolls his eyes. “I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he replies as if he read my mind.

I step forward but don’t straddle him yet. I don’t trust myself to not give in if he decides to not play fair. “Keep everything to yourself.”

“My hands won’t move.” He drops his gaze to the armrest. “Scout’s honor.”

I only hesitate for a moment, before sliding against his thick legs. I instantly regret the rules because I miss his touch. My knees dig into the cushion as I reach over to the end table, set down the scissors, and pull the oil lamp closer.

He watches me as I take in his beauty, studying his every feature. In the light, he looks gentle and kind, especially his usually dark, intense blue eyes. Working slowly, I start with his neck. I cut away the bristle that covers his Adam’s apple and work my way up. Once the skin on his neck is visible, I move the clippers toward his jawline and pull away to make sure I don’t take too much.

Once his beard is shorter and less bushy, I set down the clippers and grab the scissors. I slide my index finger across his top lip, feeling every strand prickle my fingertip. His lips move under my touch as he smiles and our eyes connect.

He’s been completely still and silent during the process. Our eyes have found each other a few times, but his stare has been constant. I’ve wondered more than once what he’s thinking, but I don’t dare ask. I don’t want anything to sidetrack me before the job is done.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He drags his tongue across his bottom lip in a teasing manner. “Are you?”

I narrow my eyes at him and won’t let him derail me. “I’m fine.”

“How do I look?”

He starts to move his hand toward his face, but I swat it away.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. No moving,” I remind him with a playful smile as I hold the scissors near his lips. “We wouldn’t want my hand to slip and for you to get cut.”

He laughs softly. “If you injure my lips, it won’t stop me from eating your beautiful pussy.”

My hand trembles as his words ignite a fire inside me. I take two deep, calming breaths before starting to cut the wayward hairs that hang over his lips. When I’m done I sit back and look over my handiwork. Behind his whiskers are fuller, lusher lips than I ever imagined. Luke, the rugged mountain man, now looks like he could grace the cover of a magazine.

“Done?”

My gaze lingers on his mouth, and I watch the way his lips move when he speaks. Unable to wait another minute to feel them against me, I lean forward and press my mouth against his. I lose myself in the softness of his skin as he pushes his tongue deeper and demands more than a gentle kiss.

My grip loosens on the scissors and they fall to the floor next to the armchair. I push my chest against his. Tangling my fingers in his long hair, I snake my arms around his neck.

I never want this to end.