Her eyes narrow and I can tell she’s not awfully pleased with my non-answers, but I don’t trust myself to speak and not reveal the secret I’ve kept from her for over a month. Four years we’ve been together, and it’s a real battle keeping things from her. One stern look from those pretty hazel eyes and I’ll be spitting out everything.
“You know, back when I worked as a waitress in LA, before my knight in shining armor rescued me from that purgatory, I used to picture myself running the place,” she says after a moment of silence. “Organizing events and overseeing everything. I would daydream of a different reality where I went to college, earned a degree in hospitality management and worked at a five-star restaurant.”
I reach over and take her hand in mine. “You’re living that reality now, sweetheart.”
“I am,” she muses, settling back on the seat and closing her eyes. She doesn’t notice when I break away from our entourage and take a different lane. “I have a new dream now.”
“What is it?”
“It comes in steps,” she says. “One of them involves running my own restaurant someday, and the other…well, it’s a secret.”
I chuckle. “There are no secrets between us, remember?”
“Says the guy who’s been running around, making secret phone calls and coming home at odd hours of the night.”
“You noticed!”
She laughs. “Hard not to with all the obvious tiptoeing and hushed phone conversations. I would have put more effort into eavesdropping if I weren’t so darn busy with my graduation.” She turns to me. “You and Knox aren’t planning on doing something crazy, right?”
She doesn’t know. Not yet, at least. “Define crazy.”
“A heist? Bank robbery?”
I laugh as I navigate the winding road. “A heist, sweetheart? Really?”
“So, what is it?” she asks, tapping impatiently on the dashboard. I glance at her, a smile playing on my lips, but I don’t answer. She huffs and turns away, staring straight ahead, and she must notice we’re no longer heading to the restaurant because she whips around to look at me. “Where are we?”
“It’s a secret.”
“Kyle!”
The road narrows, becoming a ribbon of asphalt that weaves its way through a dense forest. The trees close in, their branchesforming a canopy overhead, and the air grows cooler, scented with pine and damp earth.
“Patience, baby,” I say, reaching over to take her hand in mine as we drive up. I feel her eyes on me, but she stays silent by my side until the cabin I booked for the weekend comes into view. I slow the car, my heart racing as I stare up at the quaint, cozy place nestled among the trees. The cabin is a charming, rustic structure built of weathered wood, with a stone chimney, and it looks so perfect with the sunlight filtering through the trees and dappling its exterior in shifting patterns of light and shadow.
I turn off the engine and I’m about to turn to my girlfriend but she surprises me by launching herself at me, knocking the air from my lungs. I groan when I feel her mouth press down on mine. I pull her onto my lap but she’s already moving, straddling me as her mouth slants over mine. I groan at the taste of her lips and that wild jasmine scent that clings to her skin. After four years, it still drives me crazy.
I should put some distance between us before I tear off her clothes and take her right here in the fucking car, especially when I already have a bed covered with rose petals inside the cabin, but pulling away is hard. It’s always been fucking hard putting any sort of distance between Viv and me.
She’s everything.
And Christ, when she gets like this…it scrambles all thoughts from my mind.
“I want you,” she whispers into the kiss, her fingers dropping between us to tug at my shirt. Her fingers keep slipping on the buttons, causing her to cry out in frustration and rip at the fabric, sending the buttons flying between us. “Need you so bad.”
“Let’s go inside, sweetheart,” I say, kissing her back with just as much fervor.
“No, here,” she pushes, breaking the kiss and dipping her face into my neck, licking and sucking at my skin, rolling her perfect little ass on my lap and over my aching cock. With a growl, I slide my hand into her graduation gown, cupping her breasts over the dress she has underneath.
Fuck, I need to taste her now. Those nipples hardening against my finger…I want to feel them in my mouth, suckle until she’s writhing and helpless for me. As I am for her.
As I always am with her.
I reach out and open the car door, and we’re spilling out of the car and onto the grass. I spin her onto her back and rip open the gown, dropping my head to her breast and licking her pebbled nipple through her dress. She cries out, arching into me. Her hands move to tug my shirt over my shoulders, nails scratching my back as I slide my hand up her dress and yank her panties down her thighs, tossing them somewhere in the grass.
I grin down at her, unable to resist teasing her with our familiar game. “You want me to take you right here, in the open, where anyone could see us?”
“Yes!” She gasps with pleasure when I slide my finger into her sex and find her dripping wet, her back arching off the forest floor when I slide my digit into her, sucking wetly at her nipple through the dress and thrusting hard and fast into her wet cunt, her cries echoing through the trees.
