Not a single inch of space exists between us.
And it feels like two halves of a whole clicking together.
He pushes so deep into me that I drop my head onto his shoulder and bite into the flesh. His hips buck, and he grasps my ass, slowly lifting me, dragging me up and down his cock and helping my movements as I kiss every inch of him that I can reach—his shoulder, his chest, his cheeks, his mouth.
The fire crackles and burns beside us. The soft rug beneath us brushes my skin. His cock splitting me wide. Our shared breaths. All the sensations are too much, so overwhelming that the tears keep flowing despite me trying to rein them in.
But it’s a cathartic release I’ve needed so badly.
For the first time in a long time, it feels like there’s hope for a future. Not just for me, but together with him in this place that has somehow felt like home even when I knew I couldn’t stay.
I have to trust that Attorneys Truman and Snow will find a way out of this quagmire and that those who hurt me will get what’s coming their way. I have to believe that we’re safe here on McBride Mountain, that the arms wrapped around me won’t ever let me fall.
And I finally do.
We move together fluidly, Liam’s kisses sending my head spinning wildly, even as heat builds in my core that matches the fire. Every nerve in my body flares as brilliantly as the flames, and I come hard, bucking on his lap, clenching around his cock, screaming down his throat.
He issues a groan of approval and continues to move me on top of him when I lose the rhythm, keeping us going until I finally sag against him. But he isn’t done with me yet. Liam lifts me off his hard cock and turns me quickly, settling me onto my shaking hands and knees on the rug while holding me up with his strong arm around my waist.
And then he’s entering me again from behind, driving so deep my strangled gasp echoes around the cabin.
His free hand slides down to find my hyper-sensitive clit, and I jerk on him at the slightest brush of his fingertips. He overwhelms me in every way possible.
Lips on my neck.
Breath on my skin.
Fingers playing my clit.
Cock moving inside me in harsh thrusts.
“You can come again for me, Bluebell.” He grazes his teeth over my ear. “I want you to as I come inside you. We do this together.”
Together.
He doesn’t have the experience to understand what he’s asking from me, to fully comprehend what he’s trying to coax out of my already wrung-out body. But as he alters the angle of his hips slightly, and the head of his cock catches that perfect spot inside of me, that flash of heat that warns of an impending orgasm ignites again.
My body is in his control.
His thrusts become more erratic, his hold on me tighter, and he buries his face in my neck, the strain of his rigid muscles against me as he tries to hold back, tries to wait for me long enough for me to finally let go.
This one blindsides me, hitting me with the force that the cascading river does the pool at the base of the falls. Pleasure courses through me, and my pussy clasps around him, giving him exactly what he wanted.
Liam’s hips jerk, and he drives in impossibly deep, his teeth digging into my shoulder as he comes inside me.
Held up only by his arm around me, I start to sag as he does, and he rolls us onto our sides on the rug, tugging the blanket over us as he buries his face against my neck.
We lie motionless for an eternity.
Listening to the sounds of the fire, the rain, and our labored breaths.
Feeling our sweat-slickened skin pressed to each other.
Knowing things have changed.
Then he slowly pulls his half-hard cock free and turns me toward him, fully wrapping me in the warmth and safety of his arms and his home—this beautiful place built with so much hard work and filled with so much love.
He brushes hair from my face, trailing his fingertips across my temple, then down across my cheek to my lips. “What are you thinking about?”
