Chapter 24 Cove #2
“Kiss me, Stet. Kiss me, please.”
“I can do that.” And his lips meet mine with wholehearted passion. A feeling washes over me, between us, and through us that feels so rare, yet unbearably tangible. Like two ocean currents spending break after break searching at sea and colliding, only to diverge at the point of unity.
To become one riptide together.
That’s me and Stetson. It seems like time has never been on our side. But right here and now, we’re defying that. Our trust and respect for each other have brought us to a point of rebellion with the people we love.
It’s a risk, and we know complications are coming.
But we refuse to back down—to turn our backs on each other.
Is this what some people call love? Maybe. And if that’s so, I want all of it. To face every collision in my life, hand in hand with Stetson.
Words of praise and love pour from his lips, showering me with nothing but affection. My orgasm pummels through me, Stetson’s kisses soaking up my strangled moans while I work myself through it.
“Look at you,” he whispers against my lips, our bodies clinging to each other faithfully. “So beautiful when you let your walls down.”
My breathing labors, but I don’t dare look away. Not when he looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever hoped for.
And me? When I look at Stetson, I don’t see a man who’s twenty years older. Or the gray hairs on his head. Or the money in his bank account. When I look at Stetson Cole, I see love.
Love from all ends of the spectrum.
Love pointed directly at me. The center of his once lonely, yet never to be left alone again, world.
I can’t separate this fantasy from reality as Stetson removes his fingers from inside me and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean.
“Mmm,” he hums, and suddenly I want them back inside me.
“Having you like this will never get old. You make me feel young again, Cove. Young and horny, to say the very least.”
But can we overcome all these obstacles bound to strike us?
“We’re gonna make it through this, right?” I ponder, my honesty a deflection of the fear in my heart.
He reaches out to graze his thumb across the side of my cheek. “I’m going to take care of you, Cove. You. Your mother. Us. I just need you to trust me.”
“I do. More than anyone,” I tell him. “But I leave in three days, and tomorrow is your big party. I don’t want to ruin anything for you.”
“Never.” He smiles. “I’ll handle things with Nate beforehand. Then, the only thing on our to-do list will be to dance the night away.”
I wish I could be that positive. But I can’t. Not when I know there’s more to it. More to be talked about, with very little time. I have to see this through for my mom. I’ve made it this far already.
“Stetson, I need this money—”
His pointer finger covers my lips before he begins righting my bikini back into place. “Trust. Me.”
I exhale calmly. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Good girl.” He kisses my nose and rises from the bench seat, sliding my bottoms back in place. “Next time, I get to fuck you,” he mutters, eyes tracing my now-marked body with a victorious grin. “Damn near killed me holding myself back.”
I stand, fixing my dismantled hair and reaching to help Stetson with his. Our eyes meet with an unspoken adoration as I adjust his overgrown strands into place, and I feel the shift. This has become more. More than either he or I expected, but in the best way possible.
Messy, but no less great.
“You need a haircut.” I smile wide.
He shakes his head teasingly before pulling my hips into him. “What I need is to be fucked. Then, probably a haircut.” He chuckles.
“I think we can make that happen,” I note. “Do you think anyone saw us?”
“I think whether they heard you is the more important question,” Stetson informs, his smirk doing nothing to ease my worry. He peeks over the rear window of the truck. “They’re playing cornhole. Jules looks a little lost. But that’s probably because she misses me.”
“Asshat,” I bite, reaching to twist his nipple. “Surprised she hasn’t come looking for you. Ohhhhh Stetson. Why have you forsaken me, thou Stetson?” I use my best English accent, channeling my inner scholar.
He shrugs like the hot bastard he is. “Good cock is hard to come by. You can’t fault her.”
“Oh. I could never. But I will fault her if she tries to jump on it again.”
His brows rise with curiosity. “Well, now you’ve got me intrigued. I might test that threat, my love. Get her close enough again just to see how you react.”
“You wouldn’t…”
“If this is any indication of how sassy you’ll be, you bet your ass I would. Don’t worry, though. It’ll end with you ass up, beautiful tits bouncing while I slam my cock inside you. She’s welcome to watch.”
“You son of a bitch,” I whisper, voice rising an octave in playful outrage. However, the only thing I want to do right now is kiss him senseless. “Would you just kiss me already? Kiss me and then go back to your family before I out myself and jump on your cock right here.”
“God, I’m crazy about you.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before kissing me softly.
“I’ll go first.” Stetson walks off, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the permanent memory of his hands on me.
But the one thing I seemed to miss in his departure is the lime green sticky note plastered to the side panel of the truck, directly in line with my face.
My eye catches it longingly and I grab it, desperately wanting to hear from Stetson in every way possible.
He’s communicating with me.
The same feeling I felt that day in Chicago comes rushing back like an addiction.
Fast and full throttle, with purpose and intention.
I tilt my head to the left, just enough to spot Stetson looking over his shoulder at me with a wink, and my heart bursts.
The once broken heart I came here with has been sealed back together with the most tacky and gloriously permanent glue.
I take in the words from his heart, my thumb tracing the lettering.
I may want to strangle my best friend, but I could never wish him away. Because if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have you.
Yep. It’s official. I’m smitten with a cowboy.