He slung the backpack over his shoulders and handed me a bottle of water. “How could I have forgotten about the bunker? Stupid me.”
“We’d have to have sex,” I added. “It’d be up to us to repopulate the world.”
He gave me a thoughtful look. “The entire world? Sounds exhausting.”
“There would be other bunkers and other people. We’d have a network.”
He nodded as if seeing the benefit of my hypothetical zombie/nuclear-ravaged world. “So having sex would be mandatory.”
I snickered at the ridiculous turn of our conversation. “I guess having sex with me would be a chore.”
We stopped walking for a second, and he looked at me. His pupils dilated, his eyes filled with lust. The intensity I saw in his face sent shiver after shiver through me.
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather live in a post-apocalyptic world with than you.” He idly ran a thumb across the back of my hand. “And there’s no one I’d rather repopulate the world with. For the record, sex with you would never be a chore.”
My cheeks and chest heated. “Oh, good. Great.”
“We’d better get a move on before it’s too cold to swim,” he said, breaking the moment.
“Swim? You didn’t say anything about me having to swim. I don’t have anything to swim in.”
“Who said we were going to wear anything?” There was that heart-stopping, toe-curling, panty-melting grin again.
I firmed my lips and followed him up the narrow trail. Now and then he looked back and asked if I was doing okay. To which I answered I was fine. That was a lie. I wasn’t fine. I was the furthest thing from fine. I hadn’t shaved my legs in days, and my bikini line was as untamed as the woods we now walked through.
The pasty, sun-starved sight beneath my clothes would scare a blind man away. Months of comfort eating with no real exercise except for walking to and from the ranch hadn’t done me any favors, but I’d be happy to sit and watch him skinny dip.
The sound of cascading water echoed all around us. We turned a bend, and there it was, tumbling down from miles above. I held my breath and fought the urge to jump into the crystal-clear pool beneath the waterfall.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Dylan said, raising his voice over the crash of the falls.
“I wish I’d come up here sooner,” I whispered, still in awe.
He winked and grinned. “Ready to get wet?”
Cowboy, you have no idea how wet I already am.
Dylan
The intensity on her face showed me we both had the same thing on our minds—getting naked and sweaty.
I liked her, and selfishly, I didn’t want her to go back to the cabin tonight so she could lock herself away again. Having her around kept my thoughts occupied. Instead of obsessing over when I could get back on a bull, I was obsessing about when I could get her into bed.
I wanted to be near her, talk with her, laugh with her. Over the past three days, I’d done my best to keep a respectable distance while she healed, but there was only so much a man could take.
Sleeping with her could backfire and put stupid ideas about love in her head, but I was willing to take the chance. Besides, she already knew the score. I would be here for another week, maybe less, then I’d be on my merry way.
I yanked off my shirt, kicked off my boots, unbuckled my belt, and shoved down my jeans until I wore nothing but my boxers. Her eyes never left me.
“Here goes.”
I climbed up to a rock overhanging the pool. The faster I got over the shock of the cold water, the better. Despite it being a ninety-degree day, the water was always moving and didn’t sit still long enough to warm up.
“Yee-haw,” I shouted as I dove.
Man, it was colder than a crypt in winter. My cock agreed and shriveled up.
After a few seconds, I broke the surface and pushed my hair back from my face.
“Get in here,” I called to Montana, who was eyeing the water like one of her enemies.
“Are you out of your ever-loving mind?” She’d kicked off her hiking boots, dipped her toes in, and visibly shivered. “I’ll catch my death.”
“I was right all along. You’re a coward.”
She stuck out her chin. “Stop trying to bait me. I’m not getting in.”
“Don’t be such a baby. There’s a cave we can explore.”
“I’m all good right here.”
I flicked water her way. “Take the stick out of your ass and have fun. Live a little.”
She sat down on the blanket she’d laid out and hugged her knees to her chest. “I have fun. I live.”
“By doing what?”
She didn’t answer, so I answered for her. “By watching the world through your phone? That’s not living, that’s existing.”
With a glare in my direction, she stood and pulled her top over her head, revealing a tight pink sports bra. She shimmied out of her yoga pants. The lacy boy shorts she wore showed off the flair of her hips and the sweet curve of her ass perfectly.
My quickly un-shriveling dick appreciated the view very much.
“Get in here, girl.”
“Don’t rush me.”
Inch by inch, she tip-toed into the water, yelping at every step. Not willing to wait for her or listen to her cries of torture any longer, I swam over and yanked her in.
She gave a surprised shriek, followed by a laugh. “I’m going to get you for that. Payback will come when you least expect it.”
She ducked her head under the water, and when she came up, her rock-hard nipples poked through her now see-through sports bra.
Droplets of water dripped from her eyelashes and streamed down her face. She’d
