He loves me, again, and again, and again.
Our weeklong adventure bumps by in breaths, in the tug and pull of limbs, in kisses that spell out forever and eternity, with the poetry we write with our hearts.
Ace makes eggs and bacon for us each morning, well, late afternoon when we finally rouse from our delicious slumber—not that there’s been a whole lot of sleeping going on.
I made it a point to leave my phone in the car so I wouldn’t have to hear the annoying beep from the barrage of texts I’m most likely receiving. For the most part I trust Kennedy to do a good job of staving off my father and anyone else who might care to know where I’m at.
“Where does your family think you went?” I comb his hair back with my fingers. I could have said his dad, but I wanted to include Neva in the mix without saying her name. I’m sure just verbalizing it would conjure her up like a demon. God knows she’s doing her best impersonation in every other way.
He lets out a breath as he stares up at the tent. “I told them I was going to screw Reese Westfield in the woods for a week.”
“Right.”
“No I did, but they didn’t believe me because what are the odds?”
“Very funny.” I swat him with a pillow.
“Gavin knows.” His expression sobers up and my heart thumps at the thought of anyone knowing outside of the people I told.
“That’s okay.” It makes it real. My chest pounds at the idea of Ace and I having something real.
“You don’t look okay.” His dark brows narrow in on me and I trace my finger over them, content to be here doing just this.
“I was thinking maybe everyone should know.” I give a little wink to defuse the idea.
“Every cell in my body knows,” he teases, rolling me on top of him.
“Oh, yeah?” I laugh into his mouth as he grazes his teeth over mine. “What if I said that wasn’t enough?”
“All of me isn’t enough?” His dimples dig in, and I have a tiny orgasm by proxy. “Thanks a lot for insulting the hell out of me.”
“Very funny. That’s not what I meant.”
“I think you just want to show off to the other girls at Yeats—make them feel bad that they haven’t seen my mattress moves.”
“I would never do that because for one, you’d have a line around the block, and secondly, I need you to save all of your mattress moves just for me.”
“Come here.” He rolls me onto my back. “I’ve got a new move for you.”
“Are you ready to make love to your sweet innocent bride once again?” I love calling myself his bride. I’d die for it to be true.
“Nope. I’m going to fuck you.” He slaps my bottom playfully. “Get on your knees.”
“Oh, sounds kinky,” I say, complying with his wishes.
“It will be.” His dimples twitch as he fiddles with his never-ending condom supply. It’s safe to say, Ace estimated just the right amount of prophylactics to bring along for the ride. “Bend over.” He gives a wicked grin.
I do as I’m told, landing on all fours.
“On your elbows.” He taps my thigh until I’ve lowered my body. “Open for me.”
I part my knees and brace myself, readying for anything he’s about to offer. Ace rubs his fingers over me and my head arches back in a fit of pleasure. He plunges a finger into me, and a groan wrenches from my gut. Ace said there wasn’t anything he hadn’t done, well, he didn’t argue when I asked, so I can only assume he’s done this with some other girl and a flood of jealousy washes over me. I wish I were his first like he were mine, but, right now, I’m just feeling lucky to be his anything. Ace pulls his hand away and plunges into me with himself a little slower, guided and careful.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he strains it out as if he were trying to control his breathing. “Does this feel good?” He moves in and out, and I choke out a yes. “Good.” His warm hands land over my back creating heated circles as he throbs into me over and over. His fingers drift down until he’s rubbing over my bottom and my eyes spring wide open. Ace dives his finger in slowly, and I try to protest the idea but it comes out far too unintelligible. “You like that, don’t you.” He gives it in a heated whisper. He wraps around with his other hand and touches me right at that tender spot and I start to lose it. “Wait for me.” He presses into me with his body at a quickened pace, his hands matching his rhythm and my body flexes in uncontrollable spams without my permission. Ace grabs ahold of my waist and bears down over me until a wild groan rips from his throat.
He lands over me softly and holds me like that.
“Damn”—he peppers me from behind with his soft kisses—“you’re hotter than a firecracker.”
