Chapter 35
RAZOR
Ihave a lot to make up for. Sunday is hurting. It was obvious all through breakfast. She has lost her inner sparkle, and I’m the man responsible.
I don’t want her to leave. I meant what I said, but I respect her too much to ask her to give up her dream for more of the same with me.
So, my decision was to make these two weeks count. To pack a lifetime of memories into a short space of time and hope for a fucking miracle.
I do as I said and grab some food and drink in a rucksack to stow on the bike.
I have the perfect place in mind, too. It’s off the beaten track and nobody goes there. It’s my preferred escape route when I want to be alone. As it turns out, today I want to be alone with her.
For once she is waiting when I get there, and my heart somersaults as always when she smiles at me. She is wearing jeans paired with a white top and the Reaper jacket. Her silky hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes sparkle when I reach her.
“I’m excited.”
Her smile is a genuine one, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“You’ll love it.”
I stow the bag and reaching for her, pull her close, my greedy lips finding hers, giving me the energy to get through the day. I want her so badly, but I also want to give her the world. Her needs come way above mine, and if she’s happy, then so am I.
She kisses me back with passion, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I resist the urge to drag her back to my room for a sweetener before we ride.
But that wouldn’t be very romantic, not that I excel at romance. But for Sunday I will try at least, and with a muffled groan, I pull away and whisper, “Hold on tight, darlin’. We’re riding fast today.”
* * *
I meant what I said, and as we leave the town behind, the road opens up with no other vehicles to hinder us.
I push my Harley to the extreme, allowing her to do what she does best, and as the wind whips around us, Sunday clings on tight behind me.
I almost close my eyes because this memory will sit with me for a very long time. My bike, my woman, and the ride of my life, with another one soon to come.
I love this life. I love her, but she will never hear those words. I hate myself for that.
I push away the problem and focus on the day, and as we pull off the road and follow a trail, the bike bumps over the road, the dust flying around us.
It will be worth it though, and I can’t wait to see Sunday’s face when we border on the edge of paradise.
I finally come to a stop, and as I cut the engine, I tear off my helmet and hang it on the handlebars. Sunday slides off behind me and does the same and as she pulls the band from her hair, the sunlight gleams on the highlights.
Her face is flushed, her breathing heavy, and the desire hanging heavy in her eyes causes my breath to hitch.
“Fuck, darlin’.”
I shake my head and she smiles.
“What’s eating you?”
“I can see why Adam was tempted.”
“Asshole.”
She glances around her.
“What is this place?”
“Stone Valley.”
I pocket the keys and grasp her hand.
“It’s a ridge on the edge of a canyon. The river spills down the rocks and creates several waterfalls. We will set up camp on the second one to the top.”
She peers into the distance and gasps. “This place is amazing.”
“You better believe it. Nobody comes here either. It’s ours for the day.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve never seen a soul all the time I’ve been coming here, which is a lot.”
“I can see why.”
She cocks her pretty head to one side.
“But you haven’t been here with me, and it’s been months.”
“Haven’t needed to.”
I say no more, and she hangs her head, chewing on her lip.
She gets my meaning. This is my healing place. Sunday, as it happens, is also one of them, and now I have brought her here to heal my heart from her.
I grab the bag and her hand, pulling her along with me. There’s a small clearing through the pine trees, and as we enter it, it opens up to a river of sorts. Where the waterfall spills into a lagoon before finding its way to the edge.
“This place is out of this world.”
Sunday gasps with pleasure, and I drop the bag along with my jacket.
“Fancy a dip?”
I point to the lagoon and Sunday smiles, the memory sweet of the first one we took all those months ago.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I tear off my clothes—every single item, and she does the same, no blushes needed because I could draw every line of her curves from memory alone.
Her face is flushed, happy even, and as we come together, it’s as natural as the place we find ourselves in.
Words are no longer necessary; it’s actions now, and as we kiss, the sun beats through the trees, heating our skin.
Her soft groan matches my hunger as I kiss a trail down her body. The fresh air whipping around us, a natural coolant.
I can’t get enough of Sunday. I never could, and I feast on her body as if it’s my final meal. It won’t be—for two weeks, anyway.
Life takes on meaning when I’m with my girl and as I dive into her pussy, I breathe in deeply, the scent of her pheromones causing me to rage inside.
Her hands linger on my shoulders as she groans with desire, my touch gentle, my beard rough against her clit.
“Oh my God, honey.”
She trembles against me. I grip her ass hard and pull her in deeper, licking, biting, sucking her orgasm clean out of her.
Her legs cave and she falls into my arms, and I stand, swinging her into my arms, kissing her lips deep and hard.
I stride to the lagoon, jumping in still holding her, and as the icy water chills our heated skin, her gasp of shock raises a chuckle.
“Fuck, Razor. You could have warned me.”
I hold her tight, her tits pressed to my chest, and once again fasten my lips to hers, desperate for all her breath.
Her hand tangles in my hair, holding it hard as she kisses me back, taking no prisoners, demanding every piece of me.
She palms my cock and squeezes it hard, my savage groan her reward for taking what she wants.
I pull her up, her legs gripping my waist and without warning I impale her on my cock, leaning her back so her pussy is flush with my stomach.
She floats back as I push inside her, her hair fanning out in the lagoon, capturing my heart. I push in softly, her breath hitches, her face glows. In and out, harder, then soft, taking my time, enjoying every second of fucking my woman.
Her tits bounce on the water, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She is perfection and she always will be.
I pull out, loving how her serene expression turns to one of regret, and I spin her around, pushing her down on the edge, her face hitting the wet grass as I slide into her from behind.
Her legs are wide, her ass high, and as I grasp her tits, I push in deep, my balls pressing against her ass cheeks.
Fuck, this is the best remedy for heartache there is, and I pull her in deeper, then release her, a cycle that doesn’t end, as I take my fucking time.