I giggle. “Okay, but still?—”
“And anyway, we’re not going to campus.”
Earlier, he lured me out of the city by saying we were going to go hiking in the Hudson Valley north of the city. Instead, we ended up heading northeastinto southern Connecticut.
We’ve just had an amazing day in Hawthorne Hollow, the super cute little coastal town down the hill from the cliffs that Knightsblood sits on. We had lunch and then did some antiquing, where I managed to find a gorgeous porcelain figurine of a ballerina for Gordon Stone’s wife, Katherine, who collects them.
The Stones have actually become good friends, especially after Vaughn elevated Gordon to an even more senior position within the Syndicate.
I mean, it’s the least he could do after everything.
While Jameson Beaumontwaspart of a coup against Vaughn, Gordon, it turns out, wasnot. His only crime was that decades ago, he was one of the members of the upper ranks of the Syndicate who ousted Quentin.
While Vaughn’s grandfather was whispering in his ear about enemies and power, he was also using him as a tool for revenge against his own personal enemies from years before. And after everything that happened, Quentin’s “proof” against Gordon was proved to be bullshit.
After lunch and antiquing, Vaughn and I stilldidgo on a hike, where he pinned me against a tree with my hands above my head and my panties stuffed in my mouth as he fucked me, came all over me, then fucked me a second time with that cum still dripping down my skin until he filled me with a second load.
Hashtagblessed.
After that, we had dinner and then watched a girl with anincrediblevoice play acoustic versions of Velvet Guillotine songs in the park in the middle of town.
And now, we’re…
“Wait, so wherearewe going?”
He exhales. “It’s asurprise, princess.”
I make a face. “You know I hate surprise?—”
I yelp, squealing a little as his hand shoots out to pinch and twist one of my nipples through my top. His hand immediately slides down between my legs, and I whimper when he rubs my pussy through my jeans.
“Yeah, tell me again how much you hate being surprised,” he smirks as he brings his hand back to the wheel, turning the car off the main road.
I poke my tongue out at him, shifting in my seat at the heat he’s left me with.
When I look out the window, I realize I know where we are. And when the car pulls into the little parking lot next to the clearing that overlooks the town, the campus, and the ocean, I grin.
“Oh man, I don’t think I’ve been to Griswold Hill since?—”
“The night I chased you?” he murmurs. He grins at me. “Neither have I.”
He pulls to a stop at the very top and switches off the engine. We get out, and I blink when he pulls a blanket and a bottle of wine out of the trunk.
“Someone came prepared.”
“You have no idea,” he murmurs with a smile.
We lay the blanket down on the moonlit grass and open the wine—no glasses, but who cares. Vaughn sits, and when I settle between his thighs, he pulls me back against his chest and wraps his arms around me. I snuggle and tangle myself up in him as he takes a sip right from the bottle before passing it to me.
I take a drink and pass it back to him. He just sets it to the side before he wraps those big arms around me again.
“There’s something I want to ask you about trying…something I want todowith you.” He takes a slow breath. “But it’s a big ask, and I want you to know, the safe word still totally applies.”
Holy shit. I haven’t eventhoughtabout our safe word in months. But also…what the heck does he want to “try” or “do” that merits reminding me of it? I mean, at this point, listing the things Ihaven’tdone with him, sexually speaking, would be faster than listing the ones I have.
“Okay,” I blush, sinking into his chest. “A little apprehensive, but curious.”
“Good,” he murmurs into my ear as he reaches a hand behind him. “I want your everything.”
