Maybe we’re seducing each other here. Maybe this is a mutual game, and there are more rules than just mine at play.
“Jesus, baby girl, you’re going to kill me.”
“I couldn’t sleep last night. I was thinking about you. How much I wanted to do this.”
I groan. “I heard you.”
Her eyes go wide. “Really?”
“That wall isn’t that thick, and that old bunk bed needs tightening.”
Her breath puffs against my leaking slit. “Did you touch yourself?”
“Only a little. Only to will my cock to wait.”
“Because you knew you’d fuck me today?”
I wind my hand into her golden waves. “I knew I’d try.”
She opens wide and sucks the whole crown into her mouth, humming a pleased sound.
I throb for her as she works her lips and tongues to where she wants them to be, and then my hips pump of their own volition. A thrust that goes too deep, making her gag. But when I swear and mutter an apology, she shakes her head and takes me that deep again on her own, and that’s it, game over.
My orgasm starts deep and rockets through me, my come shooting hard into her mouth. It makes her splutter, and laugh, and then—fuck—she licks it off her lips, and it keeps coming, spurting all over her little hands.
I cover her fist with mine, showing her how to milk me through the last of them, and then I haul her on top of me so I can devour her clever, giving mouth.
She gasps as I kiss her. We taste like each other, like sex and sin and joy, and my tongue goes deep against hers. This kiss is slow. Not a start to anything, but a finish to our first complete sex act. A coda, a thank you, a prayer. Because it lays bare in a more fundamental way than our first kisses just how much I will do with her. How much I will give her, without embarrassment or reservation.
What we just shared was so much more than I ever imagined.
Leave her behind?
Oh, no. That’s not going to happen.
Four days won’t be enough.
As she settles on my chest, her bare body fitting perfectly on top of mine, I realize I was a fool. I thought if I could be what she needed right now, that would soothe this savage desire deep inside to keep her forever.
Now I know there is no denying this claim I want to lay on this woman.
She’s mine.
One way or another, I’ll have to show her that…and soon.
CHAPTER12
ABIGAIL
Justin insists on re-dressing my blisters, even though they’re feeling way better, before we set out in his truck to find condoms.
I can’t stop looking at him in the driver’s seat, and he keeps his hand firmly on my bare thigh.
How did we only meet yesterday? It feels like a lifetime has passed.
The rain stops as we pull into the gas station at Virgin Peak Junction, which is literally just an intersection between two roads. There’s a convenience store attached to the gas station, a community center across the street with a baseball diamond beside it, and a low-lying building next to that which advertises a veterinary clinic at one end and a doctor’s office and pharmacy at the other entrance.
A half-dozen homes make up the entire visible hamlet.