My eyes roll back as I sink my fingers into his flesh, my spine arching while my muscles tense.
I come harder than I ever have, crying out Kane’s name as my core pulses, throbs, and grips him.
“Fuck. You feel so good.” He presses his forehead to mine, and for a moment our eyes meet. He’s trembling on top of me, his breath shaky against my lips, his muscles quivering beneath my fingers.
After a few final, deep thrusts, he pulls out and buries his face in my neck. A groan vibrates through his chest, and hot cum spills over my belly and chest as he finds his release.
Minutes pass as we lie tangled together, breathless and content. Kane finally lifts his head and kisses me tenderly before rolling away, and we stare up at the blue sky. Everything feels surreal.
A giggle bubbles up from my chest. Kane’s blue eyes lock on mine, sparkling with the same humor I feel.
“What’s up?” he asks.
I push up onto my elbows, disturbing the shallow water. “We’re naked.”
“What?!” The mock surprise in his tone cracks me up, and I giggle again at his theatrics, a sound that feels bizarre coming from me.
“We’re naked? Really?” He peers down at his body and splashes water over his rippling abs, where it pools in his belly button. “How did that happen?”
Chewing my lip, I salivate over the dark trail of hair and his softening cock, still an impressive size, if you ask me.
“What happened to our clothes?” He pretends to look back toward the beach, farther up where his car is parked.
I smack his arm, my chest shaking with laughter. His lips curl slightly before he brushes sand from his wet hair. At least we’re not cold anymore, though we will be soon if we don’t dry off.
Giving up on taming his hair, Kane pulls me close by the waist, and I straddle him, caught off guard by the gentle expression on his face.
He brushes my sandy hair from my shoulder, the tenderness of the gesture sending a shiver through me. “God, you’re beautiful.”
I flush fiercely, my heart swelling as he traces the backs of his fingers along my collarbone. I think I’m falling for him.
Overhead, an eagle’s cry pierces the sky like a mourning call across the moors. I lean down and kiss Kane, losing myself in his forbidden taste and touch. Out here, we can forget the world and all its darkness, if only for a little while longer.
Away from Bleakmoor, it’s easy to forget our differences. I’m just me, and Kane is… well, he’s Kane, not the son of a founding father. And I’m not a poor girl from the Falls with a sick mother in the hospital and an alcoholic father passed out on the couch.
I’m just… me.
And I savor the way it feels to rediscover that part of myself. Suddenly, I don’t want to give it up.
SIX
JESSICA
“Does your father help with the bills?” Kane asks, facing me as much as he can in the small space of his car. The sun is setting in the distance, golden hues streaming through the windshield.
After washing off in the lake, we dressed and sat in the shade, but when it started raining, we got in his car, listened to music, and talked about our likes and dislikes until the sun came back out.
Now I’ve learned that Kane can do French braids, thanks to his younger sister, and plays the piano, which he reluctantly admitted with an eye roll, as if he was ashamed to share that part of himself.
Honestly, it’s hard to imagine the guy who raced my brother and chased me through the woods playing a musical instrument. He speaks about his mother warmly, but his lips tighten when talking about his father. Interesting.
“My dad struggles to hold down a job,” I say with a slight shrug, as if I’m trying to downplay the seriousness of the situation.
Maybe I am. After all, Kane comes from old money.
His father might be a jerk, judging by the way Kane’s eyes lose their spark every time he’s mentioned, but at least he provides for his family, unlike my deadbeat father.
“So how do you pay for everything?” he asks.
