Chapter 34 #2
He pulls me back to him, fusing me tightly to his chest, peppering the side of my head with soft kisses.
“Gonna always be here for you, Trin. We’ll get through anything together.”
As he kisses me, I kiss him in return. His ear. His neck. His jaw.
I need him closer. I need to feel the certainty radiating off him.
Together, we’ll get through this.
How often had he said it before? How many times did we make it through difficult situations? Together.
While I’m still in my scrubs, Dart is wearing jeans and a white tee, plus one of his favorite ballcaps. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I tug it free from his jeans.
“Whoa.” He chuckles, rough and confused. “Trin?”
“I need you,” I whisper, hasty and low. “I need to be closer.”
With a hand on his belly, I absorb more of his heat before I cup the back of his head with my other hand and bring his mouth to mine, linking us in some way.
Lips and tongue. Awkwardly, I shift until I’m straddling his lap.
The thinness of my scrubs and the stiffness of his jeans are still too much of a barrier between us.
With every stroke of his hand over my head and down my back, touching me all over in an attempt to soothe me, the frenzy to be closer rises.
“Closer,” I demand against his mouth, grinding against him, like I can break through the cotton and denim and bring him into me.
Dart’s hands move to my hips, tugging on the waistband of my scrubs. I shift off him, banging my knee as I twist to sit beside him and remove my pants.
When I scramble back on top of him, he has shoved his jeans below his knees.
I don’t need foreplay. I just need him inside me, and I balance on the tip before bringing him into me. Taking him deep until there’s nothing more to give. He and I are one, and I cling to his neck, coiled around him, like it still isn’t close enough.
“I’ve got you,” he says again, running his hands up my back and down my arms. Over my hair and down my back again.
We don’t move. We settle. Absorbing the warmth of each other, soaking in the nearness.
“Forever,” he whispers, every ounce of his love for me in the word.
Something inside me ignites. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I peel myself from his chest and move, disappearing in the moment. Him inside my body. Inside a part of me that’s deep and hollow without him.
He fills my soul. He is my heart.
“Can’t lose her,” I whimper, closing my eyes and setting my forehead on his. “Can’t lose you.”
Dart claps his hands on my backside and thrusts upward, bucking like a wild bull.
My eyes open at the rush of movement, and we lock gazes.
“Not going to lose anyone,” he groans, lifting and lowering me, dragging me to the tip, and then dropping me to engulf him.
I’m so alive like this. With him. Only him.
And I can’t go back to where I’ve been. Trudging through life, feeling empty without him. Empty without her.
“Dart,” I grunt, riding him hard and fast in return, needing him to let go inside me.
He slips his hand between us, stroking his thumb in that place that triggers everything.
“I don’t need it.” I don’t need to come. I just need to feel him.
“Not without you.”
My head is a mess. I can’t think. I can’t process. I can’t relax like I need to.
Suddenly, Dart presses the door beside him open. He swings us in the direction of the open space, but we break apart in the awkward attempt to move.
“No,” I cry, slick between my thighs, sweat trickling down my back.
“Need to get at you better.”
Within seconds, my spine is plastered against the sunshine-warm metal. My toes in the dirt beneath us.
Dart bends a little, grips himself, and lines up at my entrance, rushing into me again. He curls his hand around the edge of his truck bed and the other around my thigh, lifting my leg to his hip, opening me up to him.
While I didn’t think I could come, I flash from zero chance to sixty in a matter of moments. Clutching at his shoulders, surprise laces my voice when I cry out, “It’s gonna happen.”
“Damn right it will, baby. Nothing will stop us.” He moves faster, pistoning into me like a man on a mission.
The sound of us coming together mingles with the late afternoon breeze and the call of a bird somewhere above us.
The river rolls in the distance, just on the other side of the trees. But all that matters is us.
I arch my back, my clit hitting his pelvic bone. The pressure is just right. The release is a rush, cresting over me and drowning me. I scream in surprise, in relief, in ecstasy.
Dart slams into me, stilling, while I’m breaking into a million pieces around him. His orgasm follows, feeling like it’s pulling those pieces of me back together. We are magnetic, drawn together, bound to one another.
“Holy fuck,” he eventually exhales, dipping his forehead to mine as he breathes heavily.
“I needed that,” I whisper, a weak chuckle following.
He huffs a laugh, the sound rough and uncertain. He lifts his head, eyes matching the sunshine’s brightness, searching my face.
“You needed me.”
“I needed you,” I quietly admit, because my addle-brained, shaky-knee state can’t garner more than repeating him.
Running my hand along his bristly jaw, I pull him back to me, kissing him slower this time. Sweeter. Calmer.
Eventually, he slips from me, but we aren’t distracted by the loss. We continue to kiss, lazy and slow. Like we can freeze this moment. Press pause on time.
Where we are together.
Where Mirabelle is ours.
Forever.