34. Chapter 34
thirty-four
She has no idea what those words mean to me—almost erasing years of thinking I was forgotten—nothing more than a faded memory in a high school yearbook. The years we both lost.
At the house, I pick her up and carry her inside bridal style, kicking the door closed.
I lock it.
That first night together, having her that way had been a dream for so long—I couldn’t last. When we were kids—neither one of us knew what we were doing. We fumbled through love back then.
But now? I intend to take her someplace she’s never been.
If all I get is a stolen hour here and there, I’ll make every hour count.
“Tell me what you want, Laurel.”
“You.” Still in my arms, she begins unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers nimble, her eyes and voice hungry. “I want all of you.”
I set her feet to the floor. “How do you want me?”
“Every way there is.” She reaches, yanking on my belt and my cock leaps—
Jesus, patience may be the death of me.
We begin stripping each other’s clothes, desperate again, despite my best intentions, and when she fists my cock greedily, squeezing tight, a groan escapes me loud enough I surprise myself.
I slide my hand between her legs, finding her dripping.
So much for foreplay.
I carry her to the bedroom, lay her on the bed, and cover her body with mine—sliding my hand beneath her ass to lift—and power into her unapologetically.
“Calder!” She gasps as my cock bottoms out inside her.
Dragging her nails across my shoulders, she thrusts her hips, meeting me as I drive hard and fast, still cupping her ass in my hands to get the perfect angle.
“Oh, God,” she moans, rolling her hips.
Bracing my arms on either side of her, I push back to watch her breasts bounce as I slow my pace, drowning in her beautiful eyes.
I’ll make this last.
Repositioning, I glide my tip across her clit before sinking in, holding hard… and drawing out to do it again.
“Oh…” she breathes—then lifts her hips, hooking her legs around my waist, driving her heels into the small of my back, pulling me tighter against her.
Bending, I take a nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Then the other. And when I suck hard—without warning, Laurel’s thighs grip me like a vise as her body quakes and she bucks hard into me, holding still as her warmth drenches my cock, her walls throbbing around me.
I freeze, determined not to lose it this time.
But watching her climax roil through her—I have to glance away. Or I won’t last.
As her legs ease their grip, I brush hair from her face, slide my hand under her back and suck that beautiful breast back into my mouth, beginning to move again.
Slow and steady this time. Savoring her tight, slick heat.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispers, rolling her hips with me.
“What I’ve wanted to do for years.” Pulling out, I trail kisses down her stomach and lift again so her legs drape over my shoulders and I lap the taste of her release, circling her clit with my tongue then driving it deep inside.
Holding her center tight against me, I taste every inch of Laurel, feasting like a starving man until her thighs quiver, and she wails my name.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I want you again. Hard. Inside.”
Her wish is my command.
I roll us over, my back on the bed so she’s straddling me, and I reach, kneading her breasts, my thumb circling her hard nipple. “Have your way with me, Laurel.”
To my surprise, she slides her body down, between my legs, fisting my cock and taking it into her mouth, sucking and pumping. “Jesus. Laurel… I won’t be able to—”
She softly cups my balls, her tongue circling my tip, then sucking hard.
“Oh, fuck…” I drive into her mouth. I can’t help it.
She climbs back on top of me and slides her heat down my cock—holding deep.
“Oh, fuck. God.” I can’t lose it yet.
Threading our fingers together, our gazes locked, Laurel rides me, her breasts sweaty and bouncing, as I power into her.
“Your turn,” she whispers, moving in sync with me.
“After you.”
Our gazes locked, the green in her hazel eyes glinting, Laurel takes my index finger into her mouth, her tongue circling it, and sucks hard—it might as well be my cock. “Fuck. Laurel.”
I press a thumb to her clit as she rides me—sucking my finger—and when her head tilts back and her thighs squeeze me again—as her body trembles and her warmth gushes over me, my name leaving her lips—I come with a roar, my cock exploding inside her.
Panting, we both still and Laurel collapses on my chest… our bodies stuck together with sweat and our releases—me still buried inside her.
I grip her ass in my hands, pressing her tightly against me, determined to hold onto her as long as I can as she nestles her head under my chin. “My Lord, Calder. I never—”
A grin hijacks my face, my hand sliding down the small of her back. “That was the goal.”
“I can’t move.” Her breath tickles my neck.
“Mission achieved.”
She pushes up, lightly slapping my chest with a beautiful grin. “Cocky ass.”
“I wanted to give you something you hadn’t had before.” Something I never had before.
She kisses me soft and long, nibbling my lips. “You did. Thank you.”
Thank you.
A rumbling growl rolls through my stomach at the worst time.
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
“I guess.” Food’s been the last thing on my mind.
“You didn’t eat lunch?”
“We were putting Bowie’s car seats in our trucks. They came in this morning.”
“That was so sweet.”
“Not sweet. Practical. No point having to move yours every time we go somewhere in mine.”
“What do you have to eat? I’ll fix something.”
Another smile takes my face. “You.”
I lift her high, moving her body over my face, driving my tongue back inside her. “Calder!”
“Be still,” I mumble an order, driving my tongue back inside. “Let me clean you up.” And I savor our releases as she groans again, tipping her head back.
My appetite for her unquenchable—I feast like the starving man I am, her hands threaded in my hair, she grinds into me, until her body quivers one last time—and I devour her release again.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” she sighs. “What a way to go.”
Something satisfying settles in me—like I’ve finally arrived at a place I’ve been searching for all my life. The way Coronado would’ve felt if he’d finally found the City of Gold.
Us. In a way we’ve never been, her words still lingering in my chest. I’d choose you.
“They’ll be here soon,” she says, glancing at the clock, climbing off of me.
“Yeah.”
My hands fall still at my sides as she bounces to the floor, issuing her own order. “Don’t move.”
How can she be this perky? I’m spent.
Returning from the bathroom with a warm, damp cloth, Laurel begins to clean me up—for the first time I can remember, my cock limp. Completely drained and satisfied.
Something else I never imagined.