“You’re a sadist,” she says when I won’t let her come.
With a devil-may-care grin, I rest my chin on her stomach like I have all fucking night. “You need something, sweetheart?”
She lifts up onto her elbows and glowers down at me. “My vibrator.”
She has a vibrator? My brain dives straight into the gutter, imagining her using it.
“You’re going to show me as soon as we get home.”
Home. Not the Montgomery estate. Her. The kids.
“It’s in the drawer of my nightstand. But why would I want that when I can have this?”
I suck in a harsh breath when her delicate hand curves around my shaft, her thumb playing with the metal barbell of my piercing.
“Good point.”
Her smile is luminous. “I thought so,” she smugly says, and I smile as I kiss her.
Sex used to be a means to an end. A way to block out the world and lose myself in a woman’s body. Sex was never fun.It was never playful. It was quick and raunchy and over before it ever started. Being with Elizabeth is different. The sex is still dirty when we want it that way, but it can also be tender. Poignant. Life-affirming. Whimsical.
Needing her more than I need breath in my lungs, I take her hips and slide her to the end of the tailgate. In one punishing, effortless thrust, I push past her resistance, and her walls clamp down. I grit my teeth, giving myself a second because she’s so tight.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, placing my hand between her breasts to hold her in place.
“I’m yours.” Her fingernails gouge deep grooves into my biceps as I pound into her.
Another deep thrust. Her entire body locks tight, and she climaxes spectacularly. That euphoria I only feel with her bursts out of me, and I moan her name as I come.
Gathering her in my arms, I pull her upright and tenderly kiss her lips. “Thank you for loving me.”
This woman is my home and my heart. I may not be her forever like Ry was, but she’smyforever.
Elizabeth presses her nose into my neck, breathing deeply, her arms holding me tight. “Falling in love with you was easy, even when it scared the shit out of me.”
Hearing her say she loves me again, I harden inside her. She pulls back in my arms, her eyes wide with amazement.
“The damn thing is like Pavlov’s dog when it comes to you.”
She fucking giggles, and I kiss her smiling lips.
“I’m not complaining. But we need to get that blanket. I think a mosquito just bit my ass.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
ELIZABETH
I Want It All
The truck bedisn’t the most comfortable to lie on, but I’m too blissed out after three orgasms to care. With my head tucked into the dip of Fallon’s shoulder and his arms wrapped warmly around me, we look up at the stars as nature’s animals sing their night symphonies around us.
“See that?” I say, pointing up with my left hand and tracing the shape of a W. “That’s Cassiopeia. If you follow the middle star”—I draw a straight line to connect the stars like dots—“you get to Polaris, the North Star. And that’s the Little Dipper. Keep going across, and that’s the Big Dipper.”
Fallon’s hand joins mine, sliding up my wrist to my palm, his fingers playing through mine, weaving in and out.
“The night sky in Africa was probably my favorite. The air was so clear. There was no haze of smog or light pollution to fuck up the view. It was like you could see the entire universe. I would sit out under the stars most nights, wondering if you and Ry were doing the same thing. I didn’t feel so alone on those nights.”
It breaks my heart to imagine him sitting alone in the dark.
