Her hips bucked. Meadow rode the wave of Zaire like the best, most intoxicating ride of her life.
His other hand kept her steady. “Let it go.”
Meadow tried hold her moans in. “You feel too good…”
“C’mon, Marai.”
Her orgasm hit before she could brace for it. Hard…deep…full-body.
Her legs shook as she bit his shoulder…her fingers clawed at his back.
He held her through it, murmuring low things into her neck that made her tremble harder.
When she finally stilled, breath ragged, cheeks flushed, Zaire leaned back and wiped her bottom lip with his thumb. “Get off me before I really get into it,” he warned quietly.
Meadow climbed off slowly, embarrassed at how much her legs still trembled. She fixed her clothes and glared at him. “I don’t like you.”
Zaire stood, crowding her again. “I don’t need you to like me,” he whispered while kissing her cheek. “Just need you to keep lovin’ me the way you do.”
Her breath hitched. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
She pushed past him, shaking her head as she climbed out the plane. “Don’t touch me in my hangar ever again.”
Zaire leaned against the doorframe, his smirk low and lazy. “Then stop draggin’ me out here with you.”
She walked faster, needing to change her panties.
He followed, laughing.
They were in love and neither one of them bothered hiding it.
Meadow wipedher palms on her shorts as they reached the clearing behind the house. The moment they stepped out from between the trees, she stopped walking.
Zaire almost bumped into her. “What you-” he started, then saw it too.
Ray and Magnolia.
Right in the middle of the yard, barefoot in the grass, swaying slow like they were seventeen again and still sneaking off at cookouts to touch each other.
Voyage to Atlantis floated through the old outdoor speakers Ray swore he was going to replace every summer but never did.The sound was a little fuzzy, a little crackled around the edges, but it fit the moment perfectly.
Ray had one hand on Magnolia’s waist and the other holding her fingers. Magnolia had her cheek pressed against his shoulder, humming along even though she was slightly off-key. The breeze tugged her hair, making her look softer than she had all day.
Meadow covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “They haven’t danced in the yard in years.”
Ray turned just enough to see them standing there, then grinned wide.
“Well hell, y’all gon’ stand there or gon’ join in?” he called out. “Ain’t no cover charge.”
Magnolia giggled like a girl, burying her face in his neck.
Zaire laughed low, shaking his head. “OG somethin’ else.”
“No, he’s embarrassing,” Meadow corrected, but she was smiling hard.
Ray snapped his fingers toward them. “Meadow Rain! Bring that fine man of yours over here and quit bein’ rude.”
