Chapter Forty One
Naked Hide and Seek…. My Cum?
S hould be hiding.
Should be waiting in the shadows for the right moment to strike.
But I can’t.
Not when she’s out here—naked and flushed, chasing the warm spring sunlight with bare skin and bouncing golden red curls like a goddamn dream.
Not when she moves and teases like she wants me to lose fuckin’ control.
And I am. Quickly and happily.
Her silhouette dances behind the sheets, all soft curves and long legs. Every few feet, she stops and arches her back or cups her tits, lifts her hair and plays with herself like she knows I’m watching. Like she knows this isn’t a fuckin’ game of hide-and-seek, but a hunt, and she’s my damn prey.
I pause on the edge of a line and catch sight of her from the back. She doesn’t see me or hear me—I’m careful to keep my steps silent. Her eyes flutter closed and she bites that thick bottom lip, slipping her hand between her thighs, shuddering at what she finds.
Goddamn, she’s just as keyed up as I am. Just as lost to the madness… the freedom.
I palm my throbbing cock and stroke myself slowly, catching precum on my fingers and using it to soften the ache. Doesn’t work. Not a damn thing will but her.
My Georgia. My sunlight and freckles and everything in between.
She pinches her nipple and for a breath, pretty sure she loses herself to pleasure, palm moving with purpose between her thighs.
Holy fuck—she’s so hot.
When I can’t stifle the groan lodged in my throat, she whimpers breathily and takes off like a shot again.
I smile, heart thudding for a whole new reason, starting the slow prowl of a hunt all over.
I’m losin’ and I don’t even give a fuck.
“Are you hidin’ from me, darlin’?” I taunt, voice thick with lust and excitement. “Or are you tryin’ to make yourself come?”
Georgia laughs, quiet and breathy, the kind of sound that lives under a man’s skin.
My eyes slide over the mess of sheets, most of them finally drying enough to whip in the soft breeze. It distracts me so I pause, waiting for the wind to die down.
Then I hear it—the whisper of her feet against the sun-warmed grass, the slight intake of breath she’s trying to choke back.
There.
Her shadow pulses behind a panel of white cotton, and I stop breathing.
Her body is outlined by the slowly sinking sun—breasts full, back arched, hand slipping between her thighs as she rocks gently against her own palm.
From behind, all fair skin and freckles, perfect ass bouncing with her movements, she was stunning and perfect, a memory etched in my fuckin’ brain.
But this…
This is somethin’ you never forget. Not for a second. This is something that lives and dies with a person.
A singular moment of pure, unforgettable bliss.
My girl outside, running wild and free in the country, on the land where I was raised. Land that means more to me than I think I ever realized.
She’s here, with me, not complaining about the smell or the dirt. Not telling me she has dreams of places far away, bigger and better. She’s happy here. She’s glowing under the South Dakota sun like it’s part of her DNA, too.
And for a few minutes, I just let the weight of it sink in.
Georgia may be terrified to give me more than one day at a time, but every day that she lays between us, she chooses this . She chooses m—and Aurora, honey, and wildflowers.
She chooses me.
And God, I choose her right back.
“Come find me,” she calls, running from sheet to sheet, hair flying around her as she searches for me. “Come claim your prize, Archer.”
She’s perfect. Fresh air and this moment. A fucking fever dream I never wanna wake up from.
Love that she wants me to catch her.
Love that this is a game I already know I’ll lose just to see her win .
My grip tightens around my cock, precum slicking my palm as I imagine sinking into her, fucking her into the grass while the sheets whip around us like ghosts.
Out here where anyone could see, anyone could catch us.
It’s the adrenaline I’ve been desperate for—for years.
The kind you could get high on and never come back down from.
I stalk through the sheets, over the game, needing her like I need to breathe, but when I round the line where she just was, there’s nothing.
Freezing, I close my eyes, and just listen.
Nothing.
No breath, no gentle but loud footsteps, no whimpers or moans. Just the wind and sheets and the thundering of my heartbeat.
“Georgia?” I call, voice low and warning. The smile slips from my face, and I release myself, fist clenching at my side.
But before I can spiral, she crashes into me from behind, arms around my waist, laughter bright and triumphant.
I whip around, grabbing her and lifting her with a playful growl. “You little brat.”
She grins up at me, breathless and pink-cheeked, body slick and soft as she wraps her legs around my waist. “A brat who won.”
My cock throbs between us, digging into her thigh. All I’d have to do is shift her a few inches and I could slip inside, fuck her hard right here for anyone to see.
“Can I have my prize now?” she asks breathily, trailing her lips across my throat.
My fingers tighten on her ass and unable to help myself, I grind against her, committing her responding moans to memory.
“What do you want me to do, darlin’? Want me to get on my knees and worship the pretty pussy that’s leaking all over my dick? Or do you want me on my back so you can ride me? Just say the word, I’ll do it.”
Anything.
Everything.
“I wanna explore you, Kade Archer,” she whispers, fingers trailing over my chest as she drops her legs, sliding down my body. “Explore the man who claims I’m his.”
“You are,” I growl, hands tightening around her hips.
She steps closer, lips brushing my peck. “That makes you mine, right?”
There’s vulnerability in her hazy eyes as she blinks up at me.
“All fuckin’ yours, freckles,” I promise, tone soft but sure. “All of me.” For always.
“Then that’s what I want,” she breathes, hands skimming my ribs. “To learn every inch of you.”
And she does.
Taking her time torturing me slowly, softly, reverently.
She circles me like prey she’s finally caught, like she’s gonna savor every inch.
Her hands glide over my back, mapping me, committing me to memory.
Her lips follow, brushing over every muscle, every dip and scar.
When she reaches my chest, her mouth pauses at the thick shrapnel scar slicing across my shoulder, and like she does every time she sees it, her finger trails the ridges and slopes, following the path with her lips and tongue.
Like she’s apologizing and thanking me all at once.
Makes no damn sense, but it cracks and twists something inside me anyway.
My eyes flutter shut, a groan catching in my throat.
Georgia whispers quiet words across my skin, too soft for me to hear, and continues her exploration until I’m vibrating, barely standing upright and seconds from snapping.
“Baby,” I murmur, shaking my head with a thick swallow. “I’m losin’ my mind here.”
“Lose it,” she whispers, biting down on my nipple. Ecstasy shoots through me, fast and hard. “You won’t need it.”
And then she drops to her knees before me.
She doesn’t touch my cock. Doesn’t rush.
She cups my scarred thigh—the one with the worst of the damage—and runs her hands over it slowly, carefully, massaging gently. Kissing the puckered skin like it doesn’t ruin me. Like it doesn’t still burn on bad days.
“What are you doin’?” I rasp, threading a hand into her hair, cupping her and drawing her closer.
“You’ve been working too hard,” she murmurs, lips sliding over my knee, my calf, and thigh along with her hands. It feels so damn good, I nearly cry out. “I know it hurts.”
“How do you know?”
“You limp when it flares. And sometimes… your face gets that look. Like you need to stop but you’d rather die than say it out loud.”
Fuck.
Didn’t realize she’d notice. Didn’t think anyone would.
“Baby,” I try again. “You won. You don’t have to—”
“I said whatever I want,” she cuts in, fierce and tender. “And what I want… is to take care of what’s mine. You take care of me so much, Kade. Me and Aurora.” A soft shrug. “Now it’s my turn.”
I can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
So I let her.
She massages the tension from my thigh, her touch both clinical and deeply intimate, like she’s not on her knees in dirt and grass, naked and soaked from the game. When she’s satisfied, she moves, kissing her way upward—first along the inside of my leg, then my hip, then my lower stomach.
My cock is leaking, twitching, begging for her, but I don’t dare touch it or ask for more than what she’s willing to give.
I nearly collapse when Georgia finally puts me out of my misery, licking a long, languid path across the head.
“Jesus,” I gasp, fingers flexing against her scalp on instinct.
She does it again, tongue swirling, soft and exploratory—learning me, teasing me, torturing me.
And when my legs are shaking, balls throbbing, I watch my cock disappear between those perfect lips, the tension in my spine turning to fire.
Her tongue presses to the underside of my shaft and she moans around me.
After a few seconds, she pulls back, letting me slip free, but her hand follows, stroking hard and fast, then soft and slow, only for her mouth to come right back.
Again.
And again.
And fuckin’ again.
“Baby, I can’t,” I pant, sweat dripping down my brow, entire body trembling. “You’re killin’ me here. I…” Swallowing hard, I shake my head and push her hair back with a shaking hand. “I c-can’t.”
She pops off me, smiling like sin, and gathers her hair into a ponytail.
“I cheated,” she breathes. “You win. Do whatever you want to me, Archer.”
Then she sticks out her tongue, eyes locked to mine and waits.
Just… waits .
I snap.
“You wanna be a cock-drunk little tease for me?” I growl, fisting her ponytail. “Wanna choke on it till your eyes water?”
She moans, nodding as I slide back into her mouth.
“Good girl,” I hiss. “Take it. You look so perfect with your mouth full, baby. Like you were made for this. On your knees, hands covered in dirt and precum, pussy dripping all over your pretty freckled thighs…”
“More,” she mumbles around me, tongue lashing out. “ Deeper .”
I groan, head falling back and thrust in harder, hitting the back of her throat. “You’re a dream come true, Georgia Walker. My dream come to life.”
I fuck her mouth, slow at first, my hips flexing as she whimpers, her hands gripping my thighs. But it’s not enough. With her, it never is.
“Spread your thighs,” I demand roughly, cupping her jaw to force her eyes up. “Show me how wet sucking my cock made you.”
She doesn’t even hesitate, fingernails digging in her legs, tits heaving with every strangled breath.
“Wanna come with me?” I rasp, picking up pace. “Wanna play with that pretty little cunt while I fuck your throat like a good girl?”
Her head bobs in jerky movements, fingers already slipping between her thighs.
“I’m close,” I grunt, fingers tightening around her jaw and in her hair. “Better get yourself there fast.”
Her fingers work harder, quicker, her body writhing against her hand and the dirt like she’s just as lost in the madness as I am.
My spine tingles, the tell-tale sign of an orgasm barreling down on me.
“Georgia.” I tug my pulsing cock from her swollen lips, breath stuttering from my chest. “I’m there, baby.”
“Do it,” she pants, fingers still circling her clit, shivers wracking her frame. “I wanna swallow your cum.”
Shaking my head, I drop to my knees, and flip her over with the kind of growl that shouldn’t be humanly possible. Her body bounces on the grass and I spank her ass, hard, delighting in the red bloom across her skin.
“Hands and knees.”
“What—what?” she gasps, scrambling for purchase. “But—”
“I told you where my cum goes, darlin’,” I cut her off by saying with another slap to her ass. “Now get on your fuckin’ hands and knees and let me remind you.”
She does.
And I do.
I pound into her like I’m trying to erase every man who ever came before me. Like I’m trying to brand her from the inside out. She screams my name, clutches the grass, and when she comes around me, it’s a full-body quake that drags me with her.
After, I collapse at her side, chest heaving and drag her into me, kissing her slow and sweet like I didn’t just fuck her throat and pussy like a man possessed.
“You okay?” I murmur, tucking her curls behind her flushed ears. “Was I too rough?”
She swallows hard, smiling. “You were perfect. That was…” A sweet giggle she buries in my throat. “That was incredible.”
I nod, though she can’t see it, mind racing with what we just did. It was reckless and wild and she's right… incredible.
From the day she walked into my life, it’s been like this. We fought instead of played, argued and threw insults like an old married couple, but it was fire and adrenaline and I felt alive.
God, that’s what she fuckin’ does to me.
“It’s been a long damn time since I played or laughed or had fun like I do with you,” I murmur, kissing her hair. “You brought me back to life, Georgia Walker.”
She lifts and meets my eyes, brushing my hair off my forehead, eyes shining. “And I’m not done yet, sunshine. Not even close.”
Fuck, I hope not.