Finn
Four weeks later…
I’m not having sex against a tree, she said.
Not a chance in hell, she said.
And I believed her. For like a solid minute. Until we finished carving our names into my parents’ tree and she pinned me with a look I knew all too well. The one she always has in her eyes whenever she’s fighting the part of herself that wants to get fucked into oblivion. Let’s just say I was more than happy to report for duty.
“Are we being…” Moan. “…disrespectful?” Moan.
Her concern makes me smile. I’m fucking her brains out from behind, and she still finds the time to be considerate of my dead mother’s feelings.
“I don’t know what my mom is doing in the afterlife, but she one thousand percent isn’t watching us shag in the woods,” I reassure her.
A laugh mixes with the whimper leaving her beautiful lips. “Still. This is a special place for her.”
“You’re my special place. I’m sure she’ll understand.” I grip her delicate waist, squeezing and accidentally marking her skin as I ram myself inside her so deeply I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt me in her throat.
Not so long ago, I would’ve sold an organ to never come back to Silver Springs. I thought being here would remind me of everything I’d lost. Turns out it reminds me of everything I’ve gained.
Dia, happiness, a future.
Plus, I couldn’t say no to Dia once she’d made her mind up. She wanted Aveena’s and Xavier’s baby shower to be back home to accommodate their families, and after Lacey offered to host the event at her parents’ house, there was no arguing with her.
And, well, here we are.
Back in our hometown for the weekend.
Or so Dia thinks.
“Oh, God.” Dia claws at the tree trunk in front of her, her tits bouncing in every direction as I take her near the bridge where my parents first met—technically, Silver Bridge collapsed over a year ago, but bridge or no bridge, this place is still the main reason why my parents got together. My parents carved their initials into this tree when they fell in love, and it just felt right to immortalize my own love next to theirs.
“We’re going to be so late,” Dia reminds me when I twist her black curls around my fist and snake my arm between her legs to tease her swollen clit. The baby shower was set to start fifteen minutes ago, but I say Dia’s done more than enough for her future goddaughter or godson.
“You already organized the whole thing. They can manage without you for thirty minutes.” I rub her clit until she has to cover her own mouth to not be too loud.
I know she’s close when she starts to tremble, and as much as I wish I could make this moment last, the sounds she makes when she falls apart on my cock tip me over the edge. I empty inside her without a condom—Dia takes the pill religiously. Xavier and Aveena might be ready for a baby, but I’m not even close to having my shit together. Dia and I peak at the same time, and she backs up into my pelvis as if to milk every drop of my cum.
Fuck, I can’t wait to marry this girl.
We crash back down to earth moments later, and I reluctantly pull out of her, already fantasizing about the next time we can do this. Every inch of her body feels like home. And I plan on taking care of my home. Mark my words, my home is going to be the happiest fucking home on the planet.
Dia slips her arms into the straps of her dress and pats down the fabric before touching up her hair. I’ve just adjusted my semi-hard cock and buckled my belt when my phone chimes with a text.
It’s my dad.
Dad:Are we still on for family dinner tomorrow?
If he’d sent me this message four weeks ago, I would’ve left him on Read, but I promised Dia I’d patch things up with my family, and I’d rather die than disappoint her.
I type a quick reply.
Finn:Absolutely. See you there.
I turn to see Dia scrolling through her messages and stressing her bottom lip.
“The caterer canceled at the last minute. We need to grab food on the way,” she informs me.