Seven

Not trusting myself to reply, I plastered a smile on my face.

Go. My bear was happy to be anywhere Dante was.

“The market?” I squeaked. We’d reached the river and I kneeled beside it and splashed water on my face, hoping that would cool my frenzied longing. It didn’t, so I dunked my head in the cool water and held my breath.

But my lungs were screaming at the lack of oxygen, and I got up, or staggered was more like it. Dante steadied me. Just what I didn’t want—his hands on me. But I did. Every night, I’d dream of his hand on my dick pumping, and his fingers in my ass while mumbling, “Do you want my cock in you?”

“I do.” Wait, did I say that out loud? I did. Fuck. Shading my eyes from the sun, I studied the cabin we’d been working on yesterday.

“Excellent.” I could hear the smile on his voice even though I was gazing in the opposite direction. “I’m looking forward to it. It should be fun.”

“We should check if the paint’s dried.” I pointed at the cabin. Once that was done, we could han