24. Rachel
24
Rachel
“ S
iren ,” he whispers against my neck. The only word we’ve shared in over four years. I let it soak in and reconnect my emotions with him once again.
I don’t know where he has taken me, but I can hear the trickling of water, so I imagine we’re near the stream. I intend to look, just not yet. Him , I just want to immerse myself in him. One hand cradles the back of my head while the other wanders over my body, rubbing my back, my thighs, and my ass. I struggle for what to even say. There is so much, and yet, all of it seems irrelevant in light of physically touching each other.
When he pulls back, I keep my eyes closed. His fingers lightly brush along my jaw. “ Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes.”
I’m met with his blue eyes searching mine. His brow is pinched, reminding me how this is hard for him too. “ I shouldn’t have jumped in your arms.” I look down between our bodies and fidget with a button on his shirt. “ It was impulsive.”
His lips brush lightly across mine. “ I’m not mad.”
Good Lord , is he going to kiss me? After all this time? Am I going to let him?
Looking over his features, I realize how dirty he is. Reaching up, I snag a blade of grass from his hair.
“ You’re a mess.”
He smiles. “ Can’t shower in the woods, Siren .”
“ How was your weekend?” I ask as I lick my thumb and rub at a smudge of dirt off his cheekbone.
His fingers brush through the hair hanging around my face. “ Incredible . Finding it hard to leave.”
I almost tell him not to leave, but we know how that would go, so I nod. “ Luke will miss you.”
“ What about you?”
I blink at him, a bit caught off guard by his direct question. With my hands, I cradle his face. “ I miss you all the time.”
He pulls me back against his body as if he too is afraid to broach the subject of the last time we saw one another. Feeling comfortable in his arms, I relax. Our breathing synchronizes and everything feels right again. Absently , I run my finger over the plaid pattern of his shirt. While he lifts my hand with his and presses kisses into my palm, I kiss his throat lightly.
“ Did you let Luke love you the way you let me love you?” I ask.
He takes in a deep breath. “ I’m powerless to fight it.”
“ Do you want to fight it?”
“ Not anymore,” he confesses.
My hand is still in his when he weaves his fingers with mine, I hope he never lets me go.
“ Did you let him see your darker side?”
He squeezes my hand. “ Yeah ,” he says breathlessly. “ He knows. Fuck , he feeds it, as if that’s wise.”
I smile to myself, so happy that he has let Luke in completely. “ We love you, Evan . All of you. The deepest, darkest parts too.”
His breath hitches, and he presses my hand to his heart. It’s racing, pounding hard in his chest.
“ Once I let it out, I can’t hide it away anymore. Still scares the shit out of me.”
“ It’s safe with us,” I promise.
His hand leaves mine on his chest so he can trail his fingers from my throat to my breast. “ What the fuck are you doing with Bridges ?”
Startled , I pull away. “ He told you?”
“ As he should. You’re ours, Rachel .”
“ Funny , I don’t seem to belong to either of you!” I snap as I attempt to stand.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me back into his lap. “ So damn stubborn. Just apologize for breaking our engagement, and we can set everything right again.”
“ Me ! You’re the one who left us high and dry for four years!”
He clenches his jaw. “ Aren’t you at least sorry for breaking my heart?”
“ Yes , I regret breaking your heart, but I’m not sorry for breaking our engagement.”
“ How can you say that?” He’s still holding my wrist in his grip.
“ Because you wanted to leave. You needed to get out of here and figure out what you wanted, who you are, and who you needed in your life.”
“ I already knew who I needed, but you ruined that, didn’t you?”
I twist my wrist free and jab my fist against his chest. “ Fuck you! Evan ! Can’t you see I did what was best for you, even though it was the hardest thing in my life? I always do what is best for the three of us. Olivia too.”
“ And what about Luke ? Are you going to keep breaking his heart too?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “ So the two of you spent the weekend figuring out how to gang up on me?”
“ No ! I told Luke I didn’t want to see you, but he insisted.” Of course, he did. “ We spent the weekend fucking like wild animals because I can’t get enough of my best friend.”
The visuals that puts in my head, shake me. “ Does he fuck you, or vice versa?”
He smirks at my question. I can’t even pretend I don’t want to know everything. His thumb pushes across my lips. “ Both .”
I moan at that. “ How does it feel when he’s inside you?”
“ Why ? You going to get off to my answer after I leave?”
Grabbing his wrist, I stop his hand from moving, leaving his thumb on the corner of my mouth. “ I want to know all of it.”
Suddenly , Evan flips me onto my back and slides his leg between mine. “ Not unless you’re with us, darling. Not unless you’re there to watch him bind my wrists with his belt and fuck me from behind like he’s lost his senses.”
“ Oh , God !” My entire body pulses with the electrocution of lust.
The satisfaction of my reaction shows in his smug expression. I grip his shirt so hard my nails dig into my palms. He rubs his knee against my pussy, and I wish to God I was wearing a dress instead of jeans.
“ You feel that Rachel ?”
“ Yes ,” I gasp. I feel how hard he is against my thigh too.
“ All of that can be yours. Luke too, if you’ll stop messing around with Bridges Brooks , and apologize for ending things with both of us, you can be our girl again.”
His lips crash to mine in a scorching and punishing kiss that has me unraveling like a thread. He forces his tongue into my mouth, and I push mine into his. His body slides over mine, teasing my pussy with his knee while simultaneously rubbing his cock against my thigh. When he pulls at my hair, I moan.
I want him so much. It doesn’t matter that it’s been years since we touched. It doesn’t matter that I spent that time trying to suppress and hide my feelings for both of them. How’s a girl supposed to resist the two of them, because it’s about to tear me apart?
His teeth sink into my bottom lip before moving down to bite my chin. Then he clamps down on my neck and sucks so hard that I cry out. Heaven help me, an orgasm rolls over me so fast and hard, that I’m temporarily blinded. His knee continues to rub and press, making me a slave to his every movement. I tremble beneath him as he nips and licks the tops of my breasts. His mouth and body are reclaiming ownership of me that was never lost, not really.
“ I don’t want to be with Bridges . I love you both, but I made the right decision. I had to,” I whisper.
He rises over me, anger in his eyes, and nods. “ Then I guess I have no choice, but to honor your choice.” With that he stands up and dusts off his jeans. “ Take care of yourself, Rachel , but don’t you dare fuck Bridges .” He jabs his finger in my direction. His gaze bores into mine as he makes his demand.
I want to tell him it’s none of his damn business, but deep down that is not how I feel.
“ Fucking hell!” he curses as he turns and trudges to the barn.
I collapse into the grass, close my eyes, and try to catch my breath. My panties are soaked, and my body feels spent. Tears fill my eyes because I realize I miss him so much more than I could ever admit to myself. Rolling to my side, I’m faced with the last place the three of us made love. It breaks me, and all those emotions and tears I’ve kept at bay, pour out of me.
EVAN
I bound up the staircase and throw open the door to Luke’s apartment. Olivia squeals and dashes toward Luke who scoops her up.
“ Sorry ,” I say, taking a breath and quietly shutting the door.
“ I take it things didn’t go well?”
My mouth falls open to speak, but then I shut it. I am not sure what to say about what just happened. “ She okay?” I ask, referring to Olivia , who peeks out from Luke’s embrace.
“ I’m okay,” she says timidly.
“ Mind if I shower before I head back to Mom and Dad’s for goodbyes?”
“ Bag is over there,” he says, gesturing to the foot of the bed.
“ Thanks .” I grab it and head into the bathroom.
The mirror is still fogged up and damp from his shower. I wipe it off and see bright purple hickeys at the base of my throat and along the top of my shoulder. There is dirt on my face too. Rachel’s right, I am a mess.
Fucking , Rachel !
I rip open my fly and push my jeans to the floor. My cock is relieved to be freed. It’s still throbbing from my encounter with her. None of it changes how much my body still craves her. I let my anger stir to avoid the other emotions lying in the pit of my stomach.
Stepping into the shower, I turn on the faucet, and am met with warm water that suddenly turns cold. I curse, but it does help my cock to soften. I can’t jerk off with Olivia on the other side of the door anyway. Too weird. Not that I really have much time. Time is passing quickly. If only I could leave from here instead of going home first, but I have to get Shadow home and switch to the rental.
I wash my hair and body as I mentally go through the checklist in my head. The soap stings the scratches and bite marks on my body. I fucking love how he’s marked me. I don’t even care about the hickeys, although I’m going to have to button my shirt up to the collar. At least he was careful not to make them above my collar.
By the time I finish, the bathroom is fogged up with heavy steam. I feel better though. Whenever my mind wanders back to Rachel lying on the ground, I touch the bite mark Luke left on the front of my hip. It’s difficult to dress with the humidity, and I end up starting to sweat when I finally open the door.
Luke smiles at me, but it’s sad. What can I do? I have to leave.
“ Promise me you’ll check on our girl later?” I ask softly.
“ Did you talk?”
I jam my dirty clothes into my bag and zip it up. “ Yeah . We talked .”
“ Didn’t go well?”
I shake my head, and he grimaces.
“ Olivia , girl I haven’t seen you since you were screaming your head off, and in diapers!” I address the beautiful dark-haired little girl. She is adorable.
Her face lights up as I round the sofa and sit on the opposite end. She’s got a stack of books on the cushion. “ Diapers ! Ewww !” she giggles.
Luke’s right, I instantly fall in love with her.
“ Luke says you’re my uncle.”
I glance at his smiling face. “ I guess I kind of am. I mean, if that’s okay with you?’
“ I can choose?”
“ Of course. It has been a long time since we saw each other.”
She glances at Luke who nods at her. “ Well , I have questions.”
“ Fire away!”
She looks so much like Rachel , but I see she has the curly hair from her dad’s side of the family. Those are definitely Rachel’s eyes and dimples though.
“ Why were you holding Mommy ?”
Fuck me! Luke chuckles while I awkwardly pick at a stray thread in the seam of my jeans.
“ Just be honest,” he says.
“ Because your mommy means a lot to me.”
“ Do you love her?”
“ Yeah . I do. I love Luke too.”
Her curls bounce as she whips her head around to look at him. “ Do you love Uncle Evan ?”
“ Very much.”
“ Are you dating?”
I cough at that, smacking my chest with my hand. Luke fingers her curls. “ That’s a secret.”
“ I won’t tell,” she says in an exaggerated whisper.
“ Your mom, Uncle Evan , and I are closer than friends. We love each other like family. Always will,” He tells her.
She looks at me as if to verify his words, so I nod. “ Then I love you too, Uncle Evan .”
I put my hand over my heart and let my head drop back. “ Oh , my goodness, you are so adorable!”
A fit of giggles overtakes her, causing Luke to laugh too. She climbs into my lap and lays her head on my chest. “ Want to see my favorite book?”
I run my fingertips through her baby-soft curls. “ I do, but then I have to go.”
“ Luke said you had a plane to catch, but I don’t think you can keep up with a plane.”
Shit ! How does this tiny human make everything feel perfect? “ Well , you don’t know how fast I can run!”
Her mouth falls open with a gasp. “ For real?”
I laugh. “ Nah , he means, I have to get on the plane before it leaves.”
“ Oh !” She scowls at Luke . “ That makes much more sense, my Luke .”
He holds up his hands in surrender. “ My apologies, Little Miss O .”
“ So which one is your favorite?” I ask.
“ This one!” She holds the book up high before opening it and beginning to read. It’s a book about a horse named Henry . While she reads, I let myself relax. Luke’s fingers stretch out over the back of the sofa and slide against mine. We lock fingers, and I watch him instead of looking at Olivia’s book.
When she’s finished, Luke holds out his hands. “ Come on. I need to take you back to the house so Evan can go home.”
Olivia turns away, climbs up, and wraps her arms around my neck. With her face much too close to mine, she looks me straight in the eyes. “ I love you, Uncle Evan . I hope you catch your plane.”
I tangle my fingers in her curls. “ I love you too, Olivia . Always have.”
She plants a wet kiss on my cheek and then climbs down to walk over to the door. Luke stands and reaches for her hand. “ I’ll be right back.”
The door closes, and I get up to find a piece of paper and a pen. I find what I need in a drawer in the kitchen. I quickly write out my thoughts, put the pen back in the drawer and tuck the note under his pillow. I want him to know how much I will miss him. I don’t make it back to the sofa before the door opens.
He strides directly to me and embraces me. “ I miss you already.”
“ Me too,” I tell him. Looking up into his golden eyes, I comb my fingers through his damp hair. “ I love you, Luke .”
His mouth descends onto mine, kissing me with so much emotion, it’s overwhelming. Our tongues touch and caress each other as his hands roam over my body. We’re both hard again, but the sadness is going to break me. Panting , his lips barely part from mine.
“ When will you come home again?” he asks.
“ Christmas ,” I tell him. “ Come to Chicago .”
His forehead rests against mine as he shakes his head. “ I can’t. This damn ranch.” He growls. “ I’m going to sell it, Evan . I can’t be tied to it any longer. I don’t want to herd cattle for the rest of my life.”
“ You’re serious?”
“ Yeah . I just need to talk to Rachel about it.”
I slide my hands along his arms. “ She’ll understand.”
“ Then , I can come visit you more.” His thumb rubs circles along my temple making it hard to concentrate.
“ I want you to. Bring your photographs, and we’ll go back to that gallery. I know they will see how good you are.”
He smiles softly. “ That reminds me.” Pulling away, he retrieves something from his desk drawer. It’s a large envelope. “ This is your birthday gift.”
I arch an eyebrow in doubt.
“ I promise, I planned all along to give it to you this weekend. It just didn’t need to go with us.”
“ What is it?” I ask as I pull the string to unwind it from around the clasp, but his hand stops me. “ Wait . Wait until you get home.”
“ Is it one of your photos?”
He nods. “ It’s different. It has a bodyscape overlaying the landscape.”
I smirk. “ Is it my body?”
He blushes and pushes the envelope against my chest. “ You’ll see.”
Glancing at the time, I sigh. “ I gotta go.”
He nods and plants a lingering kiss on my lips. Knowing if I stay a second longer, I’ll never leave, I step away and leave without looking back.
I hold the envelope in my lap the entire flight home. I didn’t want to let it out of my sight for fear of something happening to it. The trip keeps my mind occupied, but the farther I get from Wyoming , the heavier my heart feels. When I finally open the door of my apartment, I miss him so much my chest aches.
I throw my bag in the closet and sit down on my bed. Taking a moment to hold the envelope, I recall kissing him goodbye, and the way he blushed when I asked about what’s inside. I’ve toyed with the string, winding and unwinding it ever since he gave it to me. It’s currently hanging loose, so I lift the flap and slide out the photo.
Immediately , I recognize the view from the last time we went to Shadow Thorne before I moved to Chicago . It was in the moments before I fell to my knees and sucked his cock for the first time. Speaking of our cocks, my eyes recognize Luke’s naked form overlaying the rolling hills. His skin is lit by the vibrant orange, red, and yellow leaves among the pines. There , meshed with the riverbed, is my own naked body. While it isn’t an actual picture of us together, he has made it look as if we were. My hand is on his chest, and his glorious cock is hard and lying against my thigh which looks like the lazy meandering stream. My cock is trapped under his hand somehow. I shake my head in awe of how he made this look so real, so incredible. Our faces aren’t included in the image as the tendrils of our hair transform into trees. I think I would have loved it if he had left in my silhouette and his too, though it would have been hidden by his long hair.
Looking closer, I can barely make out the soft silhouette of our lips touching. I reach to touch the image and choose to not get my fingerprints on the shiny paper. The entire image blurs just before the tears filling my eyes spill down my face. I hang my head and cry, holding the photo of us that manages to express our connection and love in a way only the two of us could comprehend.
LUKE
It was selfish, but after Evan left, I stayed alone in my loft, working on sorting and editing the photos from this weekend. I did check on Rachel , but she was aloof and seemed to want to be alone too. She wasn’t emotional, just withdrawn and quiet. It’s Sunday after all; the one day of the week that I keep to myself. It has been easier to deal with his absence while looking at photos of him, of us, of our weekend.
I’m not sure when it got dark. I hadn’t even bothered to stop to eat, or even turn on a light, but when I get a message on my phone, I’m shocked that it’s almost two in the morning.
RACHEL: Are you awake?
I cradle my phone in my hand, letting my eyes adjust.
LUKE: Yes.
RACHEL: Did Evan arrive home safe?
LUKE: Yes. You okay?
I shut down my laptop, the darkness providing relief for my eyes. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I pull my shirt over my head and undress. Even after unpacking my dirty clothes and brushing my teeth, there is no reply from her so I take another shower. Suddenly , I feel incredibly tired. After several days with only cold river water as a bath, the hot water feels incredible. For the longest time, I sit in the shower, lean my elbows on my knees, hang my head, letting the water cascade down my body.
I feel Evan everywhere. I take inventory of all the places my body feels stretched and marked by him. A part of me wants to cry like a child. Honestly , if I wasn’t so tired, I think I could weep for a good hour. Instead , I decide my bed will be the only thing better than this shower. It motivates me to get my ass up and go to bed.
When I open the bathroom door, there is a dim green point of light on my bedside table. It’s the baby monitor. I keep it here in case one of us has to leave Little Miss in the house. I admit that sometimes I listen to her sleep. More so when she was a baby and made all those sweet baby squeaks. I don’t recall turning it on and hope it hasn’t been on the entire time I’m gone.
I pick it up to switch it off when a voice says, “ Leave it.”
Rachel is sitting on my sectional. I can barely make out her silhouette in the dark room. The skylight lends enough moonlight to see that she’s wrapped in a blanket. She must have turned on the monitor so she could come here.
“ Sorry ,” I apologize for being naked. “ I didn’t see your message that you were coming over.”
“ I didn’t send one. It was an impulse.”
Opening my drawer, I take out some pajama pants and pull them on. “ You know you can always come here if you need to.”
Rounding the sofa, I sit opposite of her. I assume she’s here to talk about what happened with Evan , but I don’t push. Maybe she just wants some company. For the moment, I’m not sure what to do. My instincts are telling me to engulf her in my arms and kiss away whatever is bothering her.
“ He kissed me,” she says softly.
I nod.
“ Gave me a hickey.”
“ Me too. Several actually.” I slide my hand over the ones along my side. My attempt to lighten the mood, however, falls flat.
“ Made me come.”
Okay … So what happened? Why did things go south?
“ No one has made me come since you.”
“ You love him still,” I observe.
“ Still want him too.” Good . I’m glad she’s finally admitting it to herself
“ He still loves and wants you too.”
She shakes her head. “ He’ll never forgive me for breaking the engagement.”
I lean forward enough to caress her cheek with my knuckles. “ He will when you tell him yes.”
She leans away from my touch. “ What if that never happens? What if I never get that opportunity? What if I ruined everything by having Olivia ?”
“ Come here.” I stretch my arm out to her.
She scoots closer, and when she’s within reach, I pull her into my lap. She instinctively curls against my body, easing the emptiness I’ve carried with me since she ended things with us the last time.
“ This is how you must have felt when Evan and I excluded you. That hit me like a ton of bricks today when I saw you and Evan together.”
Gathering her hair, I lay it over her shoulder so I can tangle my fingers in the soft tresses. “ Don’t let yourself feel regret, or guilt, for the past. I don’t. I can’t. I have to stay in the here and now, or I’ll go insane.”
“ I’m not jealous. I am so happy Evan finally let you in, let you love him in every way. He’s needed you for so long.”
“ Me too, little peach. Feels like a dream sometimes. That I might wake up at any moment.”
Her fingertips graze the center of my chest. “ But I still feel incredibly alone.”
I kiss her forehead tenderly, leaving my lips against her skin. “ I’m sorry.” I am because I know exactly how she feels. “ If I could change things… I thought if you talked that you would reconcile.”
“ I hurt him too much. Hurt myself too much.”
“ We’re meant to be, babe. We will get there, the three of us.”
She shakes her head. I feel anger that she disagrees with me, that she has given up and lost hope. She can’t, neither of us can. Then I realize it’s not because she disagrees, it’s because she’s trying not to cry.
I cradle her head, shielding her from the pain, as if that were possible.
“ I’m so fucking lonely, Luke ! I don’t want Bridges . I’m not going to sleep with him, but I can’t have you, and I can’t have Evan … I have no one.”
“ Shh ,” I soothe. “ You can always have me. You know this.”
“ But I can’t submit to a relationship that might be detrimental to our family.”
“ I know. If you think for a minute that I don’t understand your reasons, you’re wrong. I’d hurt anyone who tried to make Olivia feel that her family is wrong in any capacity.”
I rock her in my arms as she cries. It’s rare for Rachel to break down, but I’m so thankful when she chooses me to bear witness. I need to comfort her, to fix all the wrongs, and protect her.
“ I don’t want to feel so alone. I’m stuck in this impossible situation where even my physical needs have to be denied. The torture is, that I have to do it out of my own choice. You’re right here!” She pounds her fist against my chest. “ You’re right fucking here, and I can’t be with you.”
I nudge her forehead with my nose, and when she looks up, I slide my lips over hers and take the kisses we both so desperately need. I refuse to let her feel this way. There are so many emotions rolling around in me right now, but the one that is winning out is the reckless desire to give my girl every pleasure so that all the bad disappears.
She braces her hands against my chest, resisting, keeping me at a distance. I hate the war we fight with ourselves, and each other—to want something so strongly, but to equally want not to give in out of fear.
Sliding my hand inside of the blanket, my fingers are met with the soft satin of her robe. As I push my fingers across her collarbone, I push it, and the thin strap of her gown, off her shoulder and down to reveal her breast.
“ Luke !” She gasps into my mouth.
“ Trust me. I promise not to fuck you but let me take care of you. I have to. It’s not a request.”
“ But …”
“ Let me make love to you as much as I can and keep us safe.”
She melts against me, too weak to protest. It’s not fair when she’s so emotional, but it’s also not fair to deny ourselves what we both need so badly. I begin to touch her tenderly. Her breast fills my hand, warm and soft, unlike anything I’ve ever touched. Her nipple hardens against my palm, and we both moan.
I kiss her pouty mouth, and she surrenders completely, pressing her breast into my hand.
Leaning back to get more access to her, I part the blanket a little more. “ Spread your legs, little peach.”
She pushes at my hand that’s trailing from her breast and spreading over her belly. “ We can’t.”
“ You have no choice, Rachel . You’re going to let me touch you so that I can take care of you. Don’t think, just give yourself over to me.”
Her body goes limp. She lets her shoulders sink to the arm of the sofa, arches her back, and lets her knees fall apart. Gathering the hem of her gown, I push it around her waist. I can’t tell what color her panties are, but they are dark whereas her gown is a lighter color. Hooking my finger into them, I work them down until they’re mid-thigh. Her legs tremble as I wrap my hand around her jaw, turning her face to look at me.
Her eyes flutter and open. “ There’s my girl,” I encourage as I possessively work my thumb over her lips. “ Are you going to let me have complete control over your needs, baby girl?”
A stuttered breath leaves her mouth as she nods once. Keeping my eyes on her face, I slide my hand down her throat and back over her breast, squeezing it and pinching her nipple. She squeals with shock, but when I twist it between my thumb and finger, she murmurs my name.
“ Right here, babe. Going to take care of you. It’s what you need, isn’t it? After all these years, it’s time to allow yourself to ask for what you need. Do you understand?” I ask.
“ Yes !”
“ You need to be kissed or touched, come to me. I’ll hate it, but we don’t have to fuck. Damn , don’t you know I’d give you everything?”
Her lips part as if she might protest, but I cover them with my own and kiss her deeply. She tastes like summer days and everything I’ve been craving for the last few years. All that time, I never pushed her like this. I have respected her boundaries and sacrificed my own desires, but that shit is over. I’m going to be the man she needs, not the man I should be.
Gliding my hand lightly down her body and over the satin of her gathered gown, I finally press two fingers between her delicate folds. She is slick and hot. Her skin is softer than the satin she’s wearing, and certainly smoother. The second I graze her clit, her body jerks, and she cries out.
I kiss her face softly. “ Been too long, Rachel . You should feel every pleasure whenever you need it.”
I let my fingers meander over her labia, spreading her arousal and reacquainting myself with one of my most favorite places in existence.
“ You wet for me, or is this from Evan ?”
Her eyes flutter open, but her gaze is heavy and lazy. “ Both .”
I smile at her answer. “ Fuck , that pleases me.”
“ I want to know what it felt like for the two of you to be together. Can’t stop imagining…” Her words trail off as I slip just my fingertips inside of her and circle her opening.
Leaning over her, I skate the tip of my tongue along her chin and up her jawline. She pushes against me, begging for more, so I sink my two fingers all the way inside of her heat. The relief on her face and the sound of her gasp makes my cock throb. I swear it could cut steel. It misses her, needs her, and wants nothing more than to replace my fingers and fuck her until we both pass out from the pleasure.
With my hand in this position, palm up, I caress her G -spot and roll her clit under my thumb. Her body opens up and responds like the beautiful goddess she is.
“ His ass is just as tight as your pussy,” I tell her
She squeals again, causing a smirk to cross my lips. “ Is it different?”
“ Yes . He’s so hot inside, but not wet like you. I do miss your slick depths. Wish you were there to get my dick wet so I could fuck him.”
“ Oh my God !” she whimpers.
“ I like taking him from behind, so I can lay on his back and kiss him. Feel his tight ass against my hips. I can fuck him so deep that way, just like with you.”
Rachel trembles as her core pulses and tightens around my fingers. I’m thrusting into her now, caressing her sensitive spot, continuing to massage her clit with my thumb.
“ He said you let him fuck you,” she pants.
I take her lips in another kiss, just needing to taste her and smell her sweet breath. Her words take my own breath away. Precum is leaking out of my cock and soaking into my pants. With my elbow, I push her thigh against my cock seeking friction.
“ I did. Does he fuck you like a demon when he lets go of all the guilt and shame?”
“ Yes !”
“ Drives me out of my mind, Rachel .”
“ Me too!”
“ He makes me cum so hard with his thick cock buried deep in my ass, stretching me, breeding me.”
Her body winds tight around my fingers, and with another pass of my thumb over her clit, she bursts apart like fireworks. I continue making love to her with my fingers, slowly easing my touch on her clit as she jerks and trembles in my arms. Gently , I kiss her nipple, over the soft skin of her breast, and along her throat as she struggles for each breath.
“ I miss him!” she finally whispers.
I kiss her lips softly. “ I know you do.”
Pulling the blanket tightly around her, I cradle her shivering body against mine and run my nose along the edge of her ear. “ Stay the night with me. Let me keep you warm.”
“ I can’t leave her alone all night.”
She’s right of course, so I do the only thing that can be done. Lifting her, I come to my feet and slip on some shoes I keep by the door. Walking through the chilly night air, I carry her to the house. I don’t tuck her into bed. I crawl in with her and tuck her body against mine. I’ll try to leave early in the morning, but if Olivia finds us together, I’m not even going to try to deceive her. Rachel is her mother, but she’s my lover.