We Can Laugh Together Too (Walnut Grove Trilogy) by Cindy Baker Page A

was on top of her and
she felt him, hard and urgent between her legs.
    He reached down into the silky curls guarding her most
secret area until his fingers found the special, tender spot, and she cried out
with pleasure as he entered her. They both had a powerful thirst to quench, but
the gratification they imparted to each other was consummate and tender.
    When it was over, she lay back on the pillows and smiled a
smile of supreme contentment. “Doc,” she murmured, “you sure have a bedside
manner.”
    He chuckled and kissed her slender breast. “Vets don’t have
a bedside manner, although I’m prepared to make an exception for you.”
    They lay for hours, talking and kissing and exploring each
other’s bodies. When they made love for a second time, it was slower, less
urgent, but equally as pleasurable. Afterwards, they clung together, limbs
entwined, and eventually drifted off to sleep.
    The sun was already shining when they awoke next morning and
Matt opened the french window to a fresh, salty breeze. He sat down on the bed
next to Livi and kissed her. “I shall have to go next door to shower and get
dressed,” he said. “All my things are there.”
    She nodded and pushed the bedclothes back. “I’ll jump in the
shower too.”
    Half an hour later, they met outside and set off in search
of breakfast.
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    After checking out, they secured their bags in the trunk of the car and
Matt drove north to the charming little town of Los Osos and Montana De Oro
State Park. Despite being so early in the season, they came up behind several
RVs crawling in procession towards the entrance, so once inside the park, Matt
consulted a map, then, intrigued by its name, headed for Spooner’s Cove, tucked
away in the north-west corner.
     
    The cove boasted a ruggedly beautiful beach, hemmed in on
both sides by tall cliffs and along these were slanted rock formations, one in
particular where the cliff dropped down in the shape of an arch, allowing
passage through it. There were tide pools, and in the middle of the cove, a
giant rock hefted itself from the beach, and out into the water. It proved to
be easily climbable, and delivered a pleasing view of the blue ocean and white
froth from the surf crashing below.
    They sat together, at its highest point, listening to the
sounds of the waves. Matt embraced Livi, holding her close; she snuggled up to
him, her head nestled against his neck.
    “I don’t want this weekend to end,” he whispered, his lips
pressed into her hair. “Last night was more than I ever dared dream about. It
really did happen didn’t it, it wasn’t my imagination?”
    She smiled, “It wasn’t a dream. Before I fell asleep I was
thinking I would wake up this morning consumed with guilt because of what we
did, but it wasn’t like that at all. I just felt ridiculously happy.”
    He hugged her even closer to him. “I love you Livi, that’s
all I’ve been able to think about for weeks. Leaving you tonight is going to
break my heart.”
    She took a moment before replying. “We have no choice. If it
was just you and me it would be different, but Chrissy was devastated when her
Dad died. She’s been brilliant accepting you as a friend, but asking her to
accept you as my lover is something very different. It’s going to involve a lot
of careful planning.”
    “I know, and believe me, I understand, I really do, but it
doesn’t make it any easier to come to terms with. And how I’m going to deal
with moving up to Napa in a couple of weeks I honestly don’t know.”
    Livi raised her head from his chest, “I thought we weren’t
going to mention work this weekend. Don’t be unhappy, please. We’ll sort it all
out, one way or another, I know we will. We’ve got to.”
    He kissed her. “Yes, we’ve got to.”
    He helped her down off the rock and they ambled hand in hand
back across the beach, occasionally, finding bits of blue and green sea glass,
tumbled by the constant motion of ocean