Page 128 of Diesel's Perseverance
Diesel hung a sharp left and followed the narrow road around a couple of curves as he headed toward Crystal Lake. He knew how Myla loved the water, and he wanted to share one of his favored lakes in the area with her. It was one of his favorite destinations when he needed to get away from everything and spend some quiet time amid the splendor of the great outdoors. He’d never taken anyone there before, and it seemed like the right time to share his special place with her.
Diesel pulled into a small alcove and killed the engine. Twisting his torso, he extended his hand to help her dismount then he got off the bike.
“That was a fantastic ride! The scenery was breathtaking.” A light red color tinged her cheeks. “Where are we?”
“Crystal Lake. I know how you love watching the water. This is one of my go-to spots when I want to get rid of all the crap knocking around in my head. I wanted you to experience it with me.”
Myla blinked a few times and leaned into him. “Thank you for bringing me here. It’s beautiful.”
A grin broke out across his face. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.” He opened the saddlebag and took out the libations, a couple of plastic cups, and a buffalo check blanket. He stuffed all the items in a cotton bag then took her hand and walked down a pebbly dirt path.
After a couple of minutes, a crystalline alpine lake surrounded by stellar scenery appeared in front of them.
“Oh, my God, this is gorgeous,” she murmured.
“Let’s go over here.” He steered them toward a grassy area next to the lake and spread the blanket under a large tree, making sure it was half in the shade and half out.
“I can’t believe how beautiful it is here. And it’s so quiet. I’m surprised there aren’t a bunch of tourists mingling around here.”
“They go to Glacier Lake. It’s another thirty or forty miles from here. There’s a huge campground with RV hookups, barbecue grills, a store, and a ton of other shit. The lake’s big enough for kayaking and speedboating. Crystal Lake gets overlooked, which suits me just fine. It’s much more private and less trafficked.”
“I love it. I’m going to the water.”
“Knock yourself out. I’ll set up shop here.”
Dropping to his haunches, he took out the mini bottles of whiskey and the green wine bottle then placed the plastic cups upside down on the blanket. Standing up, he watched as Myla walked to the lake’s edge. She dropped low and ran her hand through the clear water.
“It’s cold,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder.
“So not good skinny-dipping temperature,” he replied.
“No way.” She straightened up and strolled toward him.
“Alpine lakes are usually cool to freezing-ass cold. I sometimes take a dip on hot-as-hell days. The cool water kicks my ass each time at first, but then it feels good.”
Pointing at a big wooden sign saying No Swimming, she laughed. “I figured this wouldn’t deter you.”
“No fuckin’ way. You know me.”
He took her in his arms and crushed her into his powerful chest as his hands cupped her behind. Bending low, he closed his mouth over hers as she circled her arms around his neck, pushing herself even closer to his body. His dick rubbed against her as she moaned into his mouth.
“You taste sweet,” he said against her lips. Diesel eased her down on the blanket, sitting side by side, and held her head as it fit comfortably in the crook of his arm.
“It’s so serene here. I can see why this is your favorite,” Myla said as her gaze scanned the natural surroundings.
“It’s definitely the place I go most often when I need to decompress.” Diesel kissed the top of Myla’s head, and she snuggled deeper into him.
They sat in silence as they looked at the mountains’ rugged precipices and polished faces of rocks reflected onto the placid and crystalline lake. Every so often, a speckled trout slapped the surface, hoping to catch one of the army of flies that buzzed slightly above the water. Behind them, humming bees flitted from flower to flower while a medley of birds echoed through the ponderosa pine trees circling a good portion of the shoreline.
Myla tilted her head up and met Diesel’s stare. Cupping her chin in his hand, he brought her face toward his and brushed his tongue over her full lips. His gaze lingered on her mouth as his thumb caressed her bottom lip. As she licked his thumb with the tip of her tongue, he moved it in her mouth, and her lips captured it, sucking and biting it. Burying his face into her hair, a deep heat built up in his body. Myla’s orange vanilla scent, her feminine curves, and her hot mouth on his thumb heightened all of his nerves.
“You’re making me so fuckin’ horny,” he rasped.
“Me too, but I’m not that adventurous to do it outside with bees and other insects buzzing and crawling around.”
Diesel laughed. “Talk about a cockblocker, darlin’, that’s it.” He reached over and picked up the plastic cups, handed one to Myla, then poured her a generous portion of wine before he unscrewed one of the mini bottles of Jack.
“Here’s to us.” He touched the plastic bottle to her cup then threw back the shot.
