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“They’re coming around. I’m not sure they trust it yet. I mean, I think they’re still scared I’ll suddenly decide to move to Skagway, lock, stock, and barrel. But they love that you got a job down there. Even if it’s just for six months, they were really reassured by that.”
“Wait a second! Are you saying they’re starting to like me?”
“I’m saying they seem to hate you a lot less.”
“Ouch,” I say, grimacing at her.
She chuckles. “Once they meet you, they’ll adore you. They already call you ‘El Rubio.’”
“Which means?”
“The Blond.”
I give her a look. “The Blond? Are you serious?”
“What can I say?” She shrugs. “We’re all brunettes. You’re going to be a novelty.”
“Hey,” I say, “I didn’t know this, but Kit told me there’s a fair amount of travel with the location scouting job. I didn’t realize that. I might be gone now and then. I hope that’s okay.”
“Traveling around Seattle for a few days here and there is very different fromliving1,600 miles away from each other,” she says. “And every time you finish scouting, you’ll come home to me, right?”
“Every time,” I promise her.
She presses against me, rubbing her still-damp sex against my cock. I want her again. Ialwayswant her, and not having her over the next few weeks is going to hurt.
“I’m going to miss it here,” she says, her voice gravelly and her eyes shining like onyx in the moonlight. She pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me. Straddling my waist, she rubs her core against my stomach; then she slides down, leans up, holds my shaft upright and lowers herself onto me. “I’m going to miss you like crazy, Hunter Stewart.”
I reach for her full, perfect breasts as she slides back and forth on my erect cock, her hands flat on my pecs and her head thrown back. I drink in the sight of her riding me. I memorize us like this, perfectly and deeply connected on every possible level. When I’m about to come, I sit up, holding her hips still and staring into her eyes.
“I’m going to love you until the end of time,” I promise her.
Reaching between our bodies, I stroke her clit for the second it takes for her to come, and then I let go, too, joining my love in perfect bliss.
***
Skagway changes in September.
Even with cruise ships still stopping in port until early-October, they don’t come with the same frequency as they did in June, July, and August.
The college kids who flocked to town for summer work have gone home.
The average high is fifty-six degrees, and the average low is in the forties.
On the first of September the sun sets at eight o’clock, and by the thirtieth it sets at six-thirty.
Every day is a little colder. Every night is a little darker.
Summer comes to an abrupt close, made all the starker for me by Isabella’s absence. I miss her. I miss her terrible. Although we talk every day, it’s not enough. I yearn for my woman with every cell in my body. October first can’t come soon enough.
Though I shared my plans with Harper a few weeks back, I haven’t explained everything to my family yet. I wait for a quiet night the week after Harper’s wedding, and ask her to come up to Dyea and join us for dinner. It’s time to tell them all I’m leaving for Seattle at the end of the month…and I won’t be back until spring.
That we’re a close-knit family is a fact, and I’ve no doubt that losing my mom at such a young age bonded all six of us siblings even closer together. Tanner got married and brought his bride to Dyea to settle down. Harper married someone local. I’ll be the first of us to leave, and even though I’ll be back for a week between Christmas and New Year’s and for the entire summer, I sense I’m the first to cross an imaginary line that we’ve all respected until now. I’m changing something profound and drastic in the fabric of my family…and it makes me nervous.
With only two cabins occupied tonight, dinner is a quick and tidy affair, and the guests are anxious to get to bed early,so we don’t go to the trouble of having a campfire. More’s the better; it’s getting too chilly, anyway.
As Sawyer and Reeve get up to start clearing our dishes to the kitchen, I stop them.
“Hey, everyone,” I say, standing up. “I have something to share. Can you all stay at the table for a minute?”