Our bodies blur into a series of grunts, grinding hips and pumping pelvises as our indecipherable sounds from deep within us ring out in the night.
“Got a lifetime of seed. Just been waiting to give it to you. Time has come.”
Leaning in he cradles my head into the crook of his neck and goes for broke. My nails score his scalp as I hold on for dear life.
“You first,” he says hoarsely into my ear. “You always come first.”
My stomach knots up into a tight ball and suddenly relaxes, a wave washing through me as I unleash the most devastating orgasm yet onto his rod, my pussy clamping down on him, trying to lock him into place.
But he’s too thick. Too strong and a few disjointed moves later he stops, cocks his hips back once more, and bottoms out inside me, so deep his balls are begging for entrance…but as he presses his groin against me I don’t feel them. Which can only mean one thing.
A volcanic eruption explodes inside me, the pressure of lord knows how many years coming out all at once.
His body kicks and bucks like he’s been taken over by the devil, as he unleashes pure heaven inside me.
I call out his name, but his eyes are rolled too far back in his head to register my voice.
His body spasms once more and then he collapses, boneless on top of me, struggling to roll off me and to the side not to crush me.
“Mine,” he says, pulling me in tight and kissing me on the forehead.
“Isn’t today the Day of the Dead in Mexico?” I ask, the most random thought ever.
“Could be, but all I can think about right now is how I’ve never felt more alive…here with you.”
The sleepless twenty-four hours since we took off out of Jenson’s house for the last time catch up with us both at once, drifting off into the most peaceful sleep of my life. Right where I belong, in Jack’s arms.
7
Juniper
The sound of knuckles on the door awakens me and I hear Jack step outside, but only after he’s laid the sheet over me and kissed my cheek good morning.
Just in front of the door, he puts his arm on Javier’s shoulder, casually turning him so they’re both facing the sea. Clearly, Jack doesn’t want anyone to see what belongs to him. Namely…me.
And after what went down last night, three times, there’s no doubt who’s his property and equally so who is mine.
Just a couple of minutes later Javier and Jack are exchanging handshakes and Jack steps back into the room with an oversized box.
“Catch of the day?” I ask aloud, wondering what he’s managed to procure this time.
“Catch of a lifetime, for eternity,” he says, putting the box down and sliding into bed next to me.
“No really, what’s in the box?”
“Dia de Muertos costumes. Apparently, it lasts a couple of days. Javier’s going to take us down to Cabo in a couple of hours to celebrate, but not until we finish here first.”
“Finish what?”
“The fact that I’d rather be dead than not have you for the rest of my life.” Lying on his side next to me, the morning sun illuminating his eyes in a way that makes him so damn sexy, I can’t help but lock this moment in my mental bank forever. And it’s just getting started.
Opening his palm he shows me a pearl necklace.
“It’s from the Sea of Cortez.”
“Oh my God. I love it.”
I can barely swoosh my hair to the side fast enough as he clasps it behind my head. “Will it be dangerous to wear that down here in Mexico?”