Chapter 11 #2
“This pussy is mine now.” I punctuate each word with a thrust. “You understand? Mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to fill whenever I want.”
“Yours.” She gasps and trembles, her whole body tightening around me. “I’m yours, Daniel. All of me.”
“Damn right you are.”
I can feel her getting close again. Her walls flutter around my cock. Her breath comes in sharp little sobs. I slide my hand between us, finding her clit, and rub in tight circles while I fuck her harder.
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Want to feel you milk me while I fill you up.”
She breaks with a scream, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. The sensation drags me over the edge with her. I bury myself to the hilt as I come, spilling inside her in hot pulses while her name tears from my throat.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe together, foreheads pressed close, hearts pounding in the same desperate rhythm.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I laugh, the sound shaky and raw. “Yeah.”
“That was—”
“Yeah.”
She’s crying. I don’t realize it until I lift my head and see the tears tracking down her temples, disappearing into her hair.
“Hey.” I brush them away with my thumbs, sudden panic tightening my chest. “Did I hurt you? Was it too—”
“Happy tears.” She laughs, watery and bright. “I promise. I just—I’ve never—” She shakes her head, struggling for words. “I didn’t know it would feel like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like coming home.”
My chest cracks open. I kiss her softly, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into it because words aren’t enough. Will never be enough.
I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she’s draped across my chest. The sun is warm on our skin. The radio is still playing, some song about dirt roads and forever. Her heart beats against mine, steady and sure.
“I can’t believe you tried the lift,” she mumbles against my skin.
“I can’t believe you doubted me.”
“You dropped us both in the lake.”
“Minor setback. The dancing made up for it.”
She laughs, and the sound vibrates through my chest. I could live in this moment forever. Just the two of us, tangled together, the mountains standing guard and the water lapping at the shore and—
Voices.
I go rigid beneath her.
“—told you this trail was here. My cousin found it last summer—”
Delaney’s head snaps up, eyes wide. “Is that—”
“Kayakers.” I’m already moving, grabbing for clothes. “Behind the rocks. Now.”
We scramble off the blanket, snatching up swimsuits and towels in a tangle of limbs and muffled cursing. The voices are getting closer—two, maybe three people, paddles splashing in the water.
“—supposed to be totally private. Nobody ever comes here—”
I pull Delaney behind the boulder outcropping, pressing her back against the warm stone. She’s clutching her swimsuit to her chest, eyes dancing with barely suppressed laughter.
“Don’t,” I warn.
“I’m not—”
“You’re about to laugh.”
“I’m not going to—” She clamps a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking.
I press closer, shielding her body with mine. If anyone comes around these rocks, they’ll see me first. They’ll have to go through me to see an inch of her skin.
“Hello?” A woman’s voice, curious. “Is someone there?”
We hold our breath.
Silence. The lap of the water. A paddle dipping.
“Probably just an animal,” a man says. “Come on, there’s a better spot around the bend.”
The splashing fades. The voices drift away.
Delaney exhales against my chest, her whole body trembling with suppressed giggles. “Oh, my god.”
“That was close.”
“That was hilarious.” She grins up at me, cheeks flushed, hair an absolute disaster. “The look on your face—”
“I was protecting your virtue.”
“I lost my virtue on that blanket about five minutes ago. Pretty sure that ship has sailed.”
I can’t help it. I laugh too; the tension breaking. We both shake with it, mostly naked behind a boulder while strangers paddle past our secret lake.
“Well.” She wipes her eyes. “That’s one way to christen our spot.”
“Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been family.”
“Don’t even joke.” She shudders dramatically. “Can you imagine if Tom had paddled around that bend?”
“I’m choosing not to imagine that. Ever.”
She grins, rising on her toes to kiss me. Quick and sweet and full of promise. “Take me home, cowboy. Before we scandalize any more innocent kayakers.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I help her back into her swimsuit, stealing kisses between each adjustment. She retaliates by running her hands over every inch of skin she can reach. By the time we’re decent enough to walk back to the truck, I’m half-hard again and seriously considering round two.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she says as I open her door.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re already planning the next time you can get me naked.”
“Sweetheart, I’m always planning the next time I can get you naked. That's just my default state now.”
She laughs, bright and free, and the sound settles into my chest like it belongs there.
Because it does. She does.
And in three days, she’s going to be my wife.