“You said we.”
I shake my head and lead her back to the deck.
“Not yet. The neighbors said they’d keep an eye out. But I hope we can come up with a long-term plan. The options don’t sound very appealing right now.” Ellie grimaces. Those options are what brought her and her Pops to acquire this pig in the first place. Mainly avoiding the possibility he’d be turned into breakfast meat.
I run my hands through my long hair. “Yeah. Not much of a calling for a pot belly pig in Candy Cane Key.”
Ellie’s plump bottom lip protrudes in a pout just before she reaches up to stroke my jaw. “You need a haircut, sir.”
“You’re right. I used to take care of that on my ten-day breaks from the station. But lately, I seem to be out of town enjoying the company of a tempting redhead instead.” I’d meant to get it trimmed over the last few weeks while we were apart, but I managed to squeeze in a trip to visit my mother, brother, Becca and the kids.
She lets out a short snicker before tugging on my arm. “Here. Have a seat. I haven’t been able to use it since you moved it here.”
I’m abruptly thrust into the old barber’s chair Charlene had given Ellie to use with her grandpa. She gives me a saucy smile before heading into the house. Moments later, she returns with a pitcher of water, shampoo, shaving cream, scissors, clippers, and a towel. I try to relax. While I love her, I’m not certain I’ll love her skills as a hairdresser. But hell. She’s trusting me enough to move states away to live with me. The least I can do is give her this.I mean, hair grows back. Right?
Ellie gets to work on my beard first. Given how thick the stubble is now, I can barely feel her fingertips caressing my jaw. My five o’clock shadow has turned into more of an eclipse. I tilt my head back, enjoying the sensation of her hands on me.
I must've nodded off between the summer sun, the long drive, and her soft touch. Warm water slowly trickles down my scalp as her hand brushes the hair back from my face. I contemplate whether she’s finished when I suddenly feel Ellie’s nimble fingers massaging my scalp. Holy shit. This girl. It’s the most relaxing thing I’ve experienced in ages.
Flashes of light dance against my closed lids as she moves to straddle my lap. My cock had already been responding to her talented touch after so many weeks away, but the feel of her core against my rock-hard dick has me arching into her. Dropping my hands down to the hem of her little green sundress, I lift it and slide my fingers along the seam of her panties.
“Ellie,” I groan. “Fuck.”
She’s soaked. Sure, it’s hot as hell in Florida. But this isn’t the effect of the summer sun. I push aside her cotton panties and slide my finger through her swollen flesh as she rocks back and forth against my hand.
“Is someone a little needy?
“For you? Always,” she purrs.
Ripping her panties, first one side, then the other, I glide my fingers back and forth over her as she moans into my ear. I unzip my shorts and pull out my aching cock. Quickly lining it up with her wet center, I grab her hips and thrust her down onto me.
“Matt,” she cries, sinking her nails into my shoulders.
“Holy fuck. You feel so good, El.” I bury my face in her throat, licking the hollow there. “I can’t wait until I can sink inside you whenever we want,” I groan. “It’ll be heaven, knowing that will be our life. Getting to love on you every day.”
Her pace picks up, rocking up and down on my shaft. I love it when she gets like this. As if she’s chasing her pleasure, and I’m the lucky bastard along for the ride. “Matt. Matt. Matt,” she murmurs. Her head is tossed back, eyes closed.
Cupping her ass with my hands, I help her glide up and down on me, knowing I’m mere moments away from crossing the finish line when my balls get the signal she’s close.
“Matt-”
“Take it, baby. Take what you need.”
And she does. Her body convulses around me, sending me spiraling. Black spots appear behind my lids as I shudder and shake, pulsing my release into her. My breathing starts to slow just as her soft lips connect with mine. The tender moment almost brings tears to my eyes.
It’s still more than a little shocked that we’ve found one another again. The chance to rewrite our stories and build a future together is akin to winning the lottery. My head lulls to the side, and my eyes land on her little painted gratitude rock on the window sill. I can’t help but smile.
From this day forward, I vow to start every day with just that.
Gratitude.
Chapter 3
Addison
It’s been over a month since we visited Trevor’s family in Hanover and I can’t stop thinking about that night in the club. While the evening was great fun and his friends were a lot of laughs, the highlight of the night for me was when he pretended to pick me up at the bar as if we were strangers.
I never thought I’d get turned on by role play, but there was something so delicious about the way he was prowling toward me. It brought back all of the chemistry from the early days when we first met. When I knew we’d be combustible together but this brave firefighter was trying everything to prevent getting burned.
