33. Heath
CHAPTER 33
heath
“ Y ou’re hard,” Sable whispered when I led her to my bed.
I dropped a kiss on her mouth, making her moan. “When you’re around, I’m always like this, wanting inside your sweet pussy.”
I lifted her dress and cupped her ass and then her pussy. She was wet, hot, and wanting. “You’re wet.”
“I’m always like this when you’re around,” she gave it back to me. “Because I want you inside of me.”
I flicked her clit, and she jerked. I kissed her again as I began to circle her clit, sliding a finger, then two inside of her.
But it wasn’t enough for either of us. After not having the pleasure of intimacy, we were aching to reclaim each other.
“I need you naked,” I growled and began to all but rip her clothes off of her. She did the same for me .
We scrambled onto the bed, naked, wanting to be skin-to-skin.
“I missed you,” I mumbled as I took a nipple into my mouth and suckled hard.
She lifted her hips and ground against me. Her heat rubbing against my cock made me want to blow my load.
“Bambi, I’m gonna come before I can make you see stars if you don’t calm down.” I held her hips still.
She whimpered. “Heath, it’s been so long.”
“Yeah. I know and?—”
“Now,” she demanded, wrapping her fist around my cock and lining it up to her pussy.
“You need to slow down.” I wouldn’t last. I wouldn’t be able to make her come. I…slid inside her, and we both shook at the power of it, at the rightness of it.
“I’m home.” I nibbled on her lips, holding myself still.
“I’m your home?” she asked, her eyes moist with emotion.
“Yeah, Bambi. You’re my home, and now that I’m home, I’m gonna pound into you.” I played with her clit, praying and hoping that she’d get there before I did.
She gasped and moved up as I moved down, taking what I gave her and giving back with just as much passion.
“I love you,” she cried out as she came. Her words tipped me over the edge.
I rested my face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath. She felt so damn good and…. “Fuck, Bambi, I didn’t wear a condom. ”
She cuddled into me, relaxed, boneless. “That’s okay. I’m clean, and I got an IUD the last time I saw my gyno to manage my periods.”
She didn’t want kids, she’d told me—she’d also told me that she’d lost two pregnancies, and ultimately, Jack had wanted a child more than she had.
I was okay with that. We had Juno. If she changed her mind, we could look into adoption. There was no way I’d allow her to go through fertility treatments, because she’d told me how helpless that made her feel while she waited to see if she was knocked up. And how guilty she felt when she wasn’t.
“Heath,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, Bambi?”
“I need to clean up.”
“How about a shower?” I suggested.
“Sounds good.”
“How about I fuck you there…slowly?”
“That sounds even better.”
Sable took the day off even though Sundays could be busy at the Wildflower. Casey and Mackenna told her to have fun, and she told me that was exactly what she intended to do.
Since we were starved for each other, we had sex in the morning, and it was late in the day when we had breakfast, which I cooked .
When she said she needed a nap, I said, “No way, Bambi. I have plans for today.”
“Hey, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” she complained good-naturedly.
She did sleep for the half hour it took me to drive to Maroon Lake, nestled in the Maroon Bells Scenic Area. The lake, famous for its crystal-clear waters, reflected the iconic Maroon Bells peaks and the surrounding mountains, which blazed with fiery hues as the aspens turned with the season.
The lake was calm, and the water stretched endlessly, catching the last golden rays of the afternoon sun. There were no tourists, no noise—just the rhythmic sound of the oars slicing through the water and the occasional bird calling from the shore.
I glanced at Sable, sitting in front of me, her back resting against my chest. She leaned into me, her legs stretched out across the bench, one hand trailing lazily in the water. She looked relaxed and peaceful, and seeing her made my chest ache with gratitude and love.
The oar in my right hand moved steadily, creating ripples that fanned out into the stillness. My left arm draped around her, holding her close, and my hand rested lightly on her waist. She fit perfectly against me, as if she had always been meant to be here—with me, for me.
“This is nice,” she murmured, her voice soft.
“Yeah.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ve always had a fantasy about fucking you in a boat. ”
She tilted her head slightly, looking up at me with a cheeky smile. “Is that why you brought me here?”
“Obviously,” I teased and then added soberly, “I wanted to be alone with you outside.”
“Are we together again?”
I gave her waist a gentle squeeze. “I fucking hope so…no, wait, yes, Bambi, we’re together again, and this time, I’m not letting you go.”
She let out a soft laugh, her fingers flicking water into tiny droplets that sparkled in the sun. “Do I make you happy?”
“Immensely,” I admitted, resting my chin lightly on her shoulder.
“Will we…will we be okay?”
“Yes, Sable. I’ll be the guy rowing the boat. You’re the one who’ll keep everything afloat.”
She turned her head slightly, just enough for me to see her expression shift into something soft and vulnerable. She believed me. I could see it in her eyes.
I stopped rowing for a moment, letting the boat drift in the middle of the lake. The quiet settled over us again, wrapping us in a cocoon that felt like it was just ours.
“You good, Bambi?” I asked quietly after a while.
She nodded, and then spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “So, so good.”
I let the oar rest across the side of the boat and tightened my hold around her with both arms, pulling her closer. She didn’t resist, settling against me like she’d found her home—as I knew I had.