Cole’s cock sprung out and I put my hand around it. I moved my fist downward and found his balls. He inhaled profoundly as I lightly squeezed each ball before stroking his cock again.
As I stroked his long, thick member, Cole undid my pants and tugged downward on them. I wiggled to help him, and my jeans slid down my long legs. Both of us still had our boots on, so Cole leaned down and untied mine, then his. We both kicked out of them and then our jeans. Cole pulled down my panties and we stood naked before each other.
“I want to taste you,” Cole told me, and without waiting for an answer, he picked me up and set my ass down on a work table. I leaned back on my hands and he spread my legs. Cole kissed his way up my thighs. My pussy throbbed in anticipation of his warm tongue.
Cole’s tongue found my clit and he pushed in on it. He flicked in and out causing a warm sensation to build up in my groin. I leaned back my head and let the feelings overtake my body.
Cole sensed my orgasm and he pushed his tongue deep into my clit. He moved it in circles and up and down. I opened my legs further to allow him to push his tongue in harder. I began to moan along with each flick and I pushed my pussy toward his lips. I arched my back and yelled out.
“Cole, I’m coming. Oh, Cole don’t stop,” I screamed as he tongue-fucked me.
My body thrashed up and down as the orgasm rocked through my core. I came hard all over Cole’s face. He kept at it, his tongue never stopping.
I felt him lapping up my juices and a second orgasm erupted. My body shook uncontrollably as Cole drank from my pussy. I yelled out again, out of control. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore so I let my body fall back onto the table as the last spasms rocked through my body.
I laid limp for a second before I noticed that Cole was standing before me watching me. His eyes were radiant, telling me how much he desired me. They never left mine. Watching me, his fingers found my pussy and slid up into my wetness.
I inhaled sharply as Cole pushed three huge fingers into my convulsing pussy. He finger-fucked me until I was ready to accept his thick cock.
“Fuck me,” I told him in a hoarse tone. “Fuck me now.”
Cole pulled out his fingers and jammed his erect cock into my pussy. I screamed out in delight as he pushed deep inside of me. I heard him groan when his dick pushed through my tight walls.
He stayed inside of me for a moment, enjoying the feel of my snug wetness around his throbbing cock. Then he moved his long shaft out before thrusting it again and again inside of me.
Cole fucked me harder and harder, pounding against my thighs, his fingers working my clit. I felt his balls slapping off of my ass as he lifted me an inch from the table. He thrust hard and deep, rougher and rougher until he was yelling out in pure ecstasy himself.
He moved his hands up my flat tummy and over my tits. As he fucked my pussy, he massaged my bouncing breasts, playing with my nipples. The sensation led to an orgasm once again.
“I’m going to come again; don’t stop Cole,” I groaned.
“Never. I never want to stop fucking your gorgeous pussy,” he told me. “I never want to stop making you come.”
At the sound of his voice, my body reacted and lurched into a third orgasm. I closed my eyes and heaved my chest toward Cole as he massaged my breasts. He moved his thick cock in and out of me, giving me intense pleasure.
My body rocked again. I couldn’t control myself and my I shook with pleasure.
“Lindsay, come on my cock,” he urged me, and I did. My pussy juices exploded all over his cock and he cried out in a state of frenzy. He exploded inside of me at the same time. He pushed in as deep as he could and pulsated against my pussy walls.
“Oh Lindsay, I love coming with you,” he breathed, giving me his last thrusts as his cock unleashed its seed. He closed his eyes and enjoyed every second of us being joined together. My body went limp and Cole opened his eyes to look at me.
Still buried deep inside of me, he moved his hands up and down my body, feeling every curve, lingering over my breasts.
“I could look at your naked body forever. It is perfect,” he said, massaging my breasts again.
I just watched him as he enjoyed the feel of my nakedness. After a moment, he pulled his cock out of me and hauled me to a sitting position. He hugged me and kissed me deeply. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
“I guess I’m not getting any work done tonight,” Cole said, grinning at me.
“You can do some work, if you like,” I told him.
“I can’t concentrate on work with you around,” Cole replied, touching my cheek tenderly. “Let’s go inside the house and watch a movie. Maybe we can actually drink these beers,” he joked.
“Okay,” I agreed.
We got dressed and slid into our boots. We went back to the house and cuddled on the couch to a movie and beer.
I snuggled my small body into Cole’s burly build and he put his arm around me and pulled me to him. We watched a movie and sipped on our beers. I kept thinking about how happy I felt. But, that worried me.
How long could this last? What would happen when I get my memory back? Though I wore no ring and had no pictures of a husband or boyfriend, what if I did? What if I was falling for one man, while in love with another I just couldn’t remember?
By the end of the movie, Cole was lightly snoring. I took the beer bottle from his hand and placed it on the floor. I cuddled into him and laid my head on his chest. I felt safe and secure with him.
Soon, I was snoring as well.
15
Sophie
I was watching out of the motel’s lobby window. It was past seven, and Alec wasn’t there. Maybe, he had changed his mind.
I took a look at the map that Big Jim had drawn and was deciding if I could navigate the roads by myself. Probably, I thought. Now the hiking, that was another story.
I’d hiked before, of course, but not lately. I too had started out in photography and did have to do a lot of wildlife assignments at first. But, over the years, I moved into the fashion scene. I loved to design my own clothes and photograph my creations.
Just as I was pulling my keys from my shoulder bag, I saw Alec’s black truck pull into a space in front of the motel. I couldn’t help but smile. He got out of his truck as I came out of the motel front door.
“You're late,” I told him, trying to keep a straight face.
“Sorry,” he began. “What are you wearing?” he asked as if he was shocked.
“What do you mean?” I asked him, looking down at my maroon, self-designed sweater and black wide-leg pants. “I have on boots,” I informed him, giving him an “are you crazy” look.
“You can’t wear dress clothes hiking! Are you out of your mind?” he cried out, grinning. “And, where’s your coat? What about a hat? Gloves? Do you realize that you are in Colorado and it’s cold out?”
“Yes,” I replied, cooly.
I reached into my shoulder bag and pulled out my Ralph Lauren quilted coat and matching cap and glove set. I handed Alec my bag so that I could put on my coat. He took the bag from me with two fingers and just looked at itas if he had never seen one before, then looked back to me as I slid the cap over my blonde, shoulder-length curls.
“There,” I told him.
“There, what?” he asked me.
“I’m ready.”
Alec just stared at me for a moment. He was still holding out my bag like it had germs or something. I stared back, wwaiting. What was going on here? Finally, he found his voice.
“What kind of coat is that? It’s wintertime. That designer shit is not going to keep you warm,” he said, motioning at my coat. “And those boots,” he said, shaking his head.
“What’s wrong with my boots?”
“Knee high fashion boots won’t cut it in the mountains. What were you thinking when you put those on?” he blurted out.
Now it was my turn to just stare at him, astonis
hed.
He looked flabbergasted at my choice of clothing.
“My boots don’t have heels,” I said, raising my foot to show him.
“No, they don’t have heels, but, but, whatever,” he said, giving up and shaking his head. He handed my bag back to me. “You’re ready, I’m taking it?”
I just looked at him. Of course, I was ready. What is wrong with this guy anyway? I wondered. I shook my head at him and he grinned as he walked back to get into his truck. I went to the passenger side and climbed in.
“You got the map?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I said, showing him.
“Let me look at it for a second. I think I know where this is.”
Alec studied it and nodded his head. “Okay, I’m good. Don’t lose it cause we’ll need it once we get up there. I don’t know those trails back there all that well,” he said, backing out of the parking space.
Alec drove us out of town and down the highway for some time before turning up a road that headed up the mountainside. The road got steeper and steeper as we drove up. It wound around crests and ridges and the views were astonishing.
“Wow, it’s breathtaking up here,” I exclaimed, taking it all in. I was glad that he was driving so that I could enjoy the view. I pulled out my camera from my shoulder bag and began to snap pictures of the snow-covered mountaintops and the valleys below.
Alec was watching me as I snapped the pictures.
“Watch the road,” I told him.
“I am,” he answered, moving his eyes to the road but then glancing back at me.
“You’re not watching the road if you are looking at me,” I informed him.
“You’re really bossy, you know that?” he replied, raising an eyebrow at me.
“No, I’m not,” I said.
“Are you a photographer? Like your friend?” he asked me.
“Yes, but not like my friend. She’s a wildlife photographer. I’m a designer. I started out in photography but changed careers some time back. I have my own fashion line that I’m trying to build up,” I told him.
“Fancy,” he answered.
I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic. Now, it was my turn to raise my eyebrow at him.
“I meant it,” he said. “I figured that you are in fashion or something,” he replied, eyeing my outfit again. “Did you design your clothes?” he asked.
“In fact, I did,” I told him, smiling. I was proud of my designs.
“It looks good. Not good for hiking through the mountains, but it does look good,” he said.
“Thank you,” I answered, choosing to focus on the compliment and ignore the criticism.
He smiled as he pulled onto a dirt, off-road. The truck jolted and bounced over the rocks. Another couple of miles down the road, he pulled to the right at a fork.
“This is the spot, I believe,” Alec said after a few more minutes. He pulled over on the shoulder of the road.
“Good,” I said, smiling, opening the door to get out.
Alec grinned. That grin. I hadn’t forgotten how sexy this man was. Especially when he grinned like that. His entire face lit up. But he was too rough. Like hillbilly rough. He was too big, too. Like in a tough-guy kind of way. I bet he couldn’t even fit into a designer suit. I’d enjoy watching his bulging muscles rip through the seams of the suit, though.
I giggled to myself at the thought of Alec walking around in a muscle-hugging formal suit like the Incredible Hulk.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked me, studying my face.
“Nothing,” I told him.
“Nothing, huh?” he said, his shamrock green eyes smiling at me.
I couldn’t help but return his smile. He was hot, that was for sure.
He saw me looking over him. “What? You don’t approve of my outfit?” he asked grinning.
“It’s fine,” I lied. Though we was gorgeous, the blue and beige flannel coat, brown vest, and brown canvas pants with big, bulky boots did nothing for his figure.
Still grinning, he turned away from me, shaking his head again. He reached into the back of his truck and pulled out a backpack. He put two bottles of water inside from a cooler. Then, he opened the side pocket and rooted through the contents. He found a compass and clipped it to his belt.
Zipping up the pack, I saw something metallic black in there. Was that a gun? I shuddered at the thought. What did he need a gun for? Wild animals? Or was he actually going to murder me up here? No, if I showed up dead, Big Jim would surely tell the authorities that he’d seen me with Alec.
Alec slid the backpack onto his back. Then, he reached into the back seat of the truck and pulled out two trekking poles. He handed me one.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Sure,” he replied. “You’re probably going to need it with those boots on,” he added.
“Well, it’s a good thing that you brought one for me then,” I returned, a slight hint of annoyance in my tone. “Are you ready?”
“Sure am,” he said. He put out his arm. “Lead the way.”
“Okay.” I looked at the map. Obviously, there was only one way down this embankment, which was a small rocky path covered in a film of snow that led into the tree line.
I used the trekking pole to navigate down the hillside. I went slow, so I wouldn’t slip. When we reached the tree line, the path widened. It was still snow covered, but less rocky. Pine needles littered the way.
The walking was easier on this part of the trail. While we walked, Alec and I made pleasant small talk. When he was just making normal conversation─not being a wise-ass─he seemed like a decent guy. After a long while, it seemed, we came out at a cliff.
“Now what?” I asked him.
“You got the map. What does it say?” he asked looking around.
“I think it says to go down the hill,” I said frowning.
“Let me see,” he said. “Oh, okay, the switchbacks are over here on the other side of the precipice.”
“The precipice?” I asked.
“Yes, this rock structure is called a precipice,” he informed me.
“Oh,” I said. Now, I followed him.
“Watch your footing going down these switchbacks. They looked well traveled. Probably by animals, so they shouldn't be too bad. Just watch your step,” he warned me.
“Okay,” I agreed.
Alec stayed in front of me on the way down. At one point, there was a big drop off and I just stood there looking at it. Alec sensed that I wasn’t behind him anymore and turned around to see my still standing upon the rock.
To my surprise, he didn’t say a word. He came to me and offered his hand which I gladly accepted. He held my hand tightly and gave me balance so that I could step down.
“Thank you,” I told him.
He smiled at me. I returned his smile and we kept on hiking. The trail evened out and Alec stopped in his tracks.
“What? I asked him.
“I thought that I saw something,” he said. “Follow me for a sec.”
I followed Alec and we came to a clearing in the pine trees. Under our feet was a mound of dirt. Alec rubbed it with his boot and looked around.
That look made me nervous. “What is it?” I asked him.
“Looks like someone buried something here. Something big,” he added, still looking around. “Look, there’s nowhere near as much snow on the dirt as there is around it, so it’s been done recently,” he said, bending down now and studying the mound.
It looks big enough to be a body,” I said quietly.
Alec looked up at me wide-eyed.
I gasped. “You don’t think it is a body? Do you?” I asked, thinking of Lindsay.
“No,” he said at first. I gave him a skeptical look. Then he said, “I don’t know. Maybe. But it could be anything. An illegal kill. Someone’s dog...,” he trailed off.
“Or, a body,” I added.
Alec straightened up. The
re was a cracking sound in the woods some distance away. My eyes must have gotten as big as saucers because Alec immediately slipped his pack off of his back and got out the black metallic object that I had seen earlier. A pistol. He slid the pistol into his waistline.
“Just in case,” he told me.
“What should we do?” I asked him.
“Well, since we don’t know what this is, I say we do nothing right now. We haven't reached the location of the nest on the map. If you want to keep going, it should only be a little bit further up the path,” Alec said. “We should check there and see if we can tell if your friend was there.”
“Okay,” I agreed. Alec led the way. We both looked back at the fresh mound of dirt and then looked at each other.
“It’s not her,” Alec said.
“I know,” I answered, swallowing hard.
But I didn’t know.
I followed Alec to the X on the map that marked the Ptarmigan nesting area. We didn’t see any signs of the bird or of Lindsay. Alec looked for tracks, but he said that it had stormed a few days back and all the tracks would be covered anyhow.
I sighed. There was no sign of Lindsay. That could be good or bad. Good if she was here and just left without incident. Bad if she was here and was now in that fresh pile of dirt.
16
Cole
A few uneventful days had gone by. I could tell that Lindsay was getting frustrated because she wasn’t getting any more of her memory back. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and I felt really bad for her. I’m sure that she had friends and family that were missing her a lot. And it was tough for her because she couldn’t spend the holidays with her family. Or, even tell them that she was alive.
Lindsay was staying with me at the cabin. She still had her room at the resort but wasn’t occupying it too much. Against my better judgment, I allowed myself to get close to her. I kept telling myself that anything could happen still. She could have a boyfriend. She could get her memory back and realize that she lived across the country. The world even. I had to prepare myself for that. But for now, I was just enjoying how I felt around her. Damn the consequences.
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