“Keeping it together like you do, dollface, it’s a waste.” I leaned in and angled her rib cage close to me so I could graze my teeth over that tattoo. “I should carve this tattoo out of you.”
“Why?” She was breathless as I rubbed it and sucked my way to her back, up her shoulder blade and then to her neck. “I like it now. It reminds me of how far I’ve come.”
“How far you’ve come from what?”
“I used to indulge in my emotions, Cade. I used to dwell on every stupid thing. It’s what got me to where I was. The dwelling, only focusing on my pain.”
“Pain from what?” I slid a hand from her tattoo down to her pussy. I needed to work her, to feel her, to know that her arousal was mine to drown in as she shared herself with me.
She paused and then her words came out painfully. “I lost someone.”
“Who?” How had I not known this?
“Why do you have to know, Cade? It doesn’t matter.”
Everything about her mattered to me; I’d just started to see that. “Maybe it matters to me.”
“I was just young and dumb. Drop it.” Her voice cracked, and I filed it away to explore later. I wasn’t going to drop anything about Izzy Hardy any time soon.
It was a filler answer. And suddenly I wanted to decode her. I wanted it all. I rubbed her clit as I massaged one of her breasts and murmured, “You’re not telling me the whole truth.”
She rolled into me and whimpered. “What do you need my whole truth for when we’re not doing anything after this re—”
I curled my fingers into her to stop her words. I didn’t want to hear them anymore. “You want to get rid of me so badly, huh?”
Instead of answering, she gripped my wrists for leverage to ride my hand. She was so wet, it sounded like my own little personal waterfall instead of her denying that we had something outside of fucking on this trip. That’s what I wanted to hear, all I wanted to hear.
“Knees, baby doll. Right in front of the fire.”
She was so close she couldn’t deny me as she slid to the ground and kneeled before it. I stood, shoving the chair back, and then stepped between her calves, spreading her knees farther into the dirt. Instead of telling her how good her ass looked or how someone could paint a damn masterpiece of her back alone, I took one step back, kneeled behind her, and yanked her ass back against my sweatpants.
She yelped and fell forward, catching herself just inches from the flame, her hands in the dirt now too. “Cade, this is too close.”
She was talking about the fire, but I wanted her dripping sweat, so hot and close to burning up inside that she’d never forget who put her there. I pulled my sweatpants down and didn’t hesitate as I said, “Make sure you brace, then, baby. Or the fire will get you.”
It wasn’t a real threat. I grabbed her hair to pull her back when I thrust in. Hard. Her whole body, the curves, the ass, the tits, moved in perfection. I let my cock rail her, and she met me thrust for thrust. The fire danced around us, the only light of the night, with the moon and the smoke curled around her body like she was fucking the devil.
Maybe I was him.
I felt like the devil as I held her so close to the fire’s edge and fucked her with all my might. It was a damn beautiful sight, the green of the bikini on her almost luminescent skin, the way her dark waves fell over her shoulder, and the way her muscles flexed to meet with mine.
“Nobody gets me but me,” she murmured into the fire, and I was unsure whether she was talking to it or to me. I always knew Izzy struggled with something, she fought with letting go like she had to keep herself bottled up for the rest of her life. But she was wrong, because I was coming for her. I wouldn’t stop until I got her either.
“I get the real you, baby doll. Me. Because I fuck it out of you every chance I get.” My cock hardened more at the words. The world faded away around us. All I saw was her. All I wanted and needed was her.
And she must have felt it too because her pussy clenched, and she screamed my name into the fire like I owned her. I truly wanted to believe I did.
It’d have been a lie, though. When she flipped that dark hair over her shoulder and stared at me with a glint in her eye and said, “Anybody can fuck an orgasm out of someone, Cade. Doesn’t mean you’re getting a damn thing other than that,” I knew she owned me.
My blood pressure rose, and the need to control her for a moment, to make her see that she was mine, took over. I grabbed the front of her neck and flipped her so she lay on her back in the dirt, hair spread in the dust. Her hands went to my wrists, and her eyes sparkled like she didn’t fear me at all. I held her down and pumped my cock above her body with the other. “I’m marking the you that you think no one wants to see, Izzy. It’s mine, right here, right now.”
With my words, I came over her breasts and stomach. We both watched my cum shoot out in ribbons over her, marking her for me alone.
She let me pump myself until every last drop was gone, and she held my gaze the whole time. When I was spent and breathing hard over her, she smiled up at me softly and said, “Happy with yourself, Cade?”
I cataloged her under me, the dirt in her hair, the rumpled bikini, the way her sweat beaded randomly over her beautiful skin and mixed with my cum. “You’re damn near perfect in the dirt, Izzy Hardy. I’m struggling not to take a picture of you.”
“I’m an absolute mess.”