Free Rockies Retreat: Destination: Desire, Book 5 by Crystal Jordan Page B

clit, which was more than enough to send her into orbit again. Her body bowed, a cry breaking from her throat. Her sex milked the length of his dick. He continued moving, racing for his own completion. Each plunge sent aftershocks quaking through her body, dragging her orgasm out forever, so that one blended into the next and she was consumed by the uncontrollable pleasure.
    His thrusts grew rougher, and then a shudder rippled through him. He drove deep one last time and froze. A long, low moan escaped him as he sank down on top of her. She held him close, both of them gasping. Her heart thudding against her ribs, and sweat glued their bodies together.
    After a minute, he shifted so they were on their sides facing each other, and she could breathe easier, but he was still plastered against her from chest to thigh and their legs tangled. The rush of endorphins had left her a little giddy, and she couldn’t have wiped the grin off her face if she tried. Her body felt soft and languid and just a little bruised from where his hands had gripped her.
    Totally worth it.
    Sucking in air, she said, “Just so you know?”
    “Yeah?” His voice with still a little hoarse, his breath rushing in and out.
    She tapped the cleft in his chin. “You have excellent throw down, Graves. Even without the etchings.”
    And that was the first time she got to see him double up with laughter, almost falling off the sofa. There was really nothing like making a quiet man laugh his ass off. It felt almost as good as the sex.
    Which was really saying something.

Chapter Five
    “Which cabin are we looking for?” Violet asked as she and Ruth trailed behind Neil.
    “6C,” he answered. It was Sunday morning, and he’d been told his mentee had arrived the night before but he hadn’t run into her yet. Time to be proactive, since the program officially kicked off tomorrow. All participants were supposed to have shown up by now, and there was an official meet-and-mingle party for everyone tonight. Laurel was going as his date, and Violet had decided she’d rather hang out with Ruth than a bunch of adults. Gloria wanted nothing to do with a party, so she’d volunteered to have Violet over for the night.
    Of course, Neil and Vi had hosted Ruth the night before. Two girls under his tiny cabin roof had put the kibosh on any writing and any sexy times with Laurel, but the painter had come over anyway, shown off her skills with the brush by doing some fancy stuff with nail polish, and Neil had been in charge of securing popcorn from the lodge. Luckily, there was a vending machine with bags of Orville Redenbacher’s and a microwave in the dining room, because there was no way in hell he was pissing off Gloria by raiding her kitchen. He valued his skin too much. The woman had a real fondness for knives, after all.
    His daughter caught up with him. “How do you even know your apprentice is home, Dad?”
    He slung an arm around her shoulder. “There’s only one way to find out.”
    “I bet she’s home.” Ruth kicked a rock, and it skipped down the dirt path. “She wasn’t in the lodge.”
    The roads around The Enclave were arranged like spokes on a wheel, with the lodge as the hub. One road led to town, and the other three were lined with cabins. All the As were on one road, Bs on another, Cs on the last. Grassy meadows and mature trees filled the gaps in between. The scent of pine hung in the warm air, so different from LA’s perpetual layer of smog.
    When Neil and his daughter had passed the main lodge on the way to the C row, Ruth had come jogging out to join them. She really did go everywhere at a run, but Vi appeared to have a devoted new friend, which pleased him. Violet had had to leave all her friends behind in Maine when she’d moved in with him, and she hadn’t yet made any close connections with the kids in southern California. It was excellent to see her bonding with someone in her age group.
    “I hope this mentee woman is chill,” Vi