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change and swell with his child—no, his children. How he was going to breed me again and again.
    It shouldn’t have turned me on. But it did.
    I was wearing just the old t-shirt and my panties. While one hand continued to massage my breast, the other slid down to the waistband of my panties and then lower, smoothing over the outside of my thigh. Then it crept up, pushing my legs a little way apart. The skin was so much warmer, on the inside. And when my fingers reached the cotton covering my mound, it was hot.
    I knew what most of him looked like. My mind filled in the blanks, his cock in his fist as he pushed my thighs apart, his mouth laying a trail of kisses down my body, making me moan. Then he pulled my panties to the side—
    I did the same, hooking the cotton out of the way and forming two fingers into a stiff length. I didn’t enter myself right away, though, even though I was more than wet enough. I just nuzzled my fingertips against my slickened opening, imagining it was his cock, imagining his head was down beside mine, stubble scratching my cheek as he kissed me—
    Knowing he was right there in the flesh, outside the tent, gave the fantasy a raw edge. What if he sees?
    He can’t see. It’s dark in here.
    What if he hears? What if he guesses that I’m thinking about him? What if that turns him on so much that he comes in here and—
    I let my breath hiss out through my teeth as I plunged my fingers into myself and began to stroke, while my thumb worked at my clit. I was already so worked up that it wasn’t going to take long. Already, I could feel the tingling along my spine, like clouds charging up for a lightning strike.
    Behind my closed eyelids, I could see him gazing down at me, those chocolate brown eyes locked on mine as he drove into me again and again. He was completely naked, the broad curve of his chest hulking over me, his strong forearms rising like pillars either side of me. I drove my fingers deeper, feeling the pleasure rise and build, threatening to explode. He would stretch me, with his size. Stretch me just the right amount. Thrusting into me faster and faster…
    I imagined him lowering himself atop me, so that his nipples scraped against me, the hardness of his muscles against the softness of my breasts. I let my thighs open even wider inside the sleeping bag, drawing my knees up as much as the fabric allowed. I was so wet I could hear my fingers moving. I lifted my head, eyes still closed, and the fantasy was so vivid that I could look down his muscled back and see his ass rising and falling between my thighs, hammering his cock into me. Knowing that at any second he would—
    The orgasm overtook me, taking me by surprise. He wouldn’t wear a condom and he’d shoot inside me…oh God right inside me, getting me pregnant pregnant pregnant—
    The soles of my bare feet clutched and pulled at the satiny fabric of the sleeping bag as I silently screamed my climax.

Chapter 6
     
    I should have slept badly. I should have been wracked with guilt over having some stupid, teenage fantasy about a virtual stranger, or at least embarrassed that I’d strained and trembled and had to stop myself moaning his name while the real Russ sat right outside, oblivious. But you know what? I slept like a baby.
    Russ had to call me and I emerged into the daylight bleary-eyed, my auburn hair hanging in tangles around my face. He thrust something into my hand and my half-awake brain recognized the shape of a mug. I knelt there on the grass, just outside my tent, and drank. Coffee. Rich and smoky and with a pleasant edge to it that helped to kick-start my brain. I slowly opened my eyes and took a deep breath of cool air, gazing at the snowcaps on the mountains. The outdoors was starting to grow on me. There isn’t a better view in the world to wake up to.
    “Morning.” Russ was grinning, already loading gear onto the horses. His shirt pulled tight across his muscles as he lifted a bundle, his eyes