Chapter Twenty-Six
Lemon
Oliver Love Nashville pounds the shit out of my pussy.
And I am so here for it.
His cock slams inside me, stretching me open until his tip reaches my G-spot, each thrust pushing me closer to coming apart.
He hooks my knees around his shoulder, shoving deeper until he’s all the way in.
Nine inches of pleasure pounding me with years of pent-up longing.
I moan around his tongue, loving how he moves around my mouth freely, taking what he wants, marking me as his. And his beautiful blue eyes shine when he sees what he likes.
Those slutty eyes that have granted me more orgasms than I could count.
I cry his name when he lowers his head to my breasts, still thrusting deep inside me, sucking each nipple in rotation as I’m moaning, meeting his thrusting with my own and begging for more friction between us.
He flares with dominance when he moves from my nipples to my center. He flicks my hardened buds, twisting them between his fingers and thumbs as he fucks me senseless.
“You don’t have a tattoo over your ass, you lying little tease,” he growls, wrapping my hair around his fist to yank me tighter, but if he thinks that’s punishment, he may as well spank me more.
I love this shit.
A geyser releases between my legs, as my orgasm gushes over his cock, sliding down the back of my thighs. I scream profanities surrounding his name, and his thrusts get deeper, faster, until he’s fucking me clear into the dock, and I’m creaming over his monster of a goddamned cock.
“Come for me, Love,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes. One last thrust, and his warmth explodes inside me.
It’s perfect.
Until it’s not.
“You two!”
Oliver’s eyes flash to life. He withdraws his body, yanking me up with him.
I search for my gown, but it’s no use. We have to move. “It’s a ranger,” I whisper.
“A what?” Oliver shoots his hands down to cover his crotch. Per usual, it triggers my eye roll.
“He can’t see your junk from over there, you old idiot. Hurry!” I drag his arm when I realize he’s no better than a deer in headlights. “Let’s go!”
“We’re going to prison.”
“Relax,” I tease. “They just take you to county jail for stuff like this.”
“What?”
I take delight in my non-answer as he follows me from tree to tree.
A flashlight shines in the distance, and Oliver practically shits himself. It’s evident I got us into this law breaking, and I will most definitely have to be the one to get us out.
“Don’t make a sound and crouch behind this boulder until I say, got it?”
He nods, eyes wide and clearly terrified, but he trusts me, and I’m proud of that. He needs this kind of freedom I offer. Tonight, we’ll go back…home…and he’ll be Dad again, and I’ll be…
Whatever it is we’re deciding here, I suppose.
Either way, he doesn’t need a visit to the Pine Forest precinct derailing our progress. I mean, Sheriff Percy’s got some fun stories and all, but my partner in crime definitely can’t handle that.
The ranger’s light flits down the trail on the same route to the car. “We need a diversion,” I whisper, crawling through the bushes to grab a rock.
“What are you doing? He’ll hear you!”
“I’m gonna throw him off our trail. I saw this on TV.”
“Yep. We’re going to jail.”
“Would you calm down, Nash? It’s a diversion tactic.”
“You only call me Nash when you’re annoyed.”
“That should be telling right now.” I shush him. “Now lower your voice before Ranger Danger over there sees us.”
My bracelets clank against my wrist when I chuck the rock through the air, bringing me luck, I hope, as it sails past the stoutly uniformed man. It lands in the woods with a loud rustle, and the flashlight glow immediately changes direction.
“As seen on TV.” I curtsy.
“Well, now what? Got any sitcoms for when he turns back because he doesn’t find two naked people within reasonable distance?”
“And what is the most reasonable distance for two naked people?” I snort, peeking back over the boulder.
He scowls, over my games tonight, I gather.
It’s fair. He’s worried.
It’s not the same as me getting caught.
He’s got kids.
My stomach unsettles with the sudden weight of this. That my little ‘bending of the law’ skinny dip in the river could easily be a dirty smudge on some parenting record in the eyes of a social worker.
A strike for this single father of four, who relies on rules and reason to guide him.
Is this how it will feel if we’re together? Responsibilities weighing me down like a brick in my gut? People who depend on me not to fail but always doing just that?
And what if I do?
“I think he’s gone,” Oliver whispers.
I faintly hear him, but in the two seconds since he didn’t laugh at my joke, I’ve gone to a place in my mind I’m not sure how to escape.
“You okay? Lem?”“Yeah,” I lie. “Let’s make a run for it when I say go. I’ve got you, too.” I repeat the words he professed when he held me in his arms and we floated beneath the stars. “Go!”
We run between trees, and the rustling beneath our feet is louder than the wind. Normally, I don’t give a damn about being quiet, but nothing about this date has been normal.
If we’re caught, it will be my fault.
Oliver will suffer because of me.
A reckless daughter and an even worse nanny.
And here I am, supposed to be helping this man raise his children, and I’m ruining his reputation instead, encouraging him to break laws and make messes.
“I’m sorry, Oliver.” Sticks and leaves stab the bottom of my feet. This is when adrenaline should kick in, but all I feel is fear that at any moment, this thing we’ve started could come crashing down from the sky, falling to pieces, all because of me.
“Don’t be,” he yells back. We share a look of apprehension as the flashlight rounds the corner, and he smiles through his nerves. “You gave me an adventure, Lemon Perkins. You make me live.”
I hop over the chain, scraping my knee. I hiss at the pain, but I don’t care, as long as we make it out of this together.
“Hurry! He’s coming.” I open the door to the Mustang and start the engine. The car roars to life, matching the fear I feel in my soul. “Come on. Come on!” I shout to Oliver as he hurdles over the chain. He slings his body around the trail head, diving headfirst into my car at the very last second.
The park ranger races to the entrance. His light streaks the sky as he waves his hands in the air. “You two! Come back or—”
Oliver slams the door, and we catch our breath, watching the ranger do the same in the rear as we zoom away.
“We did it?”
“We did.” I grin, hands still tight to the steering wheel. “I’ve never been surer I was going to get caught in my life,” I admit.
“You said we’d be fine. You said trust you!”
“And you did. And we are.”
“Barely.”
His complaints fall flat when he smiles and the crow’s feet I find so endearing crinkle proudly.
We laugh together for what feels like minutes, until my abs engage, and our stomachs threaten to burst.
“You should have seen yourself back there.” He whistles. “The way your naked butt bounces when you run barefoot…it’s something to watch.” His eyes on my body heat it right back up. “You should add it to your workout routine at home. I might just watch.”
There’s the word again.
Home.
I’m still not certain how I feel about it.
“Whatever,” I change the subject. “I looked hotter than Paul Blart back there.”
“Can you imagine what he tells his co-workers tomorrow?”
“We made him a hero.” I snort. “Haven’t you heard? He saved a couple of unsuspecting nudists from the dreaded parasites of Pine Forest.”
“Brat.”
His smile tugs at my heart. I wish I could keep it at the front of my mind, but when I peer past it, my stomach drops, and I screech to a stop.
“Get dressed!”
“Easy, Lem. I was joking.”
“Yeah, and for once, I’m not joking!” Without another word, I throw his Victorian pants in his face and shove the ugly shirt that came with them onto my own body.
It barely hits the top of my thighs, but it’s all we have. I sigh when I see a Naked Oliver still sitting next to me, with a highly distracting cock slung across his thigh. “Get the damn pants on, Oliver!”
I slap his face toward the contact station ahead and point out the angry man, coming straight for us.
“Is that…”
I nod.
“Papa.”