“I want to ask you so many things, but they’re only relevant to the future and not for this moment,” I say, more for my own understanding than hers. Avoiding the thought of anything past this moment is a hard way to think, but I’ll try it for her.
“It’s the best way to keep learning about each other, don’t you think?”
“You’re brilliant,” I tell her.
“Will you still think that after I bring you into a wild house with two arguing men?” she asks.
“Oh no, what’s going on?” I ask.
“It’s a long story.”
“I have time,” I tell her.
“No, you don’t,” she says.
I give her a look, making my confusion clear. She takes my hand yet again, and tugs me along. “Listen here, darlin’. I know you don’t like to be out of control, but I don’t either, so why don’t you go ahead and tell me what we’re doing?”
“Do you trust me?” she asks.
“No,” I laugh.
“Yes, you do.”
“It’s really questionable,” I argue.
“You won’t question me in a minute.”
We enter an area filled with gardens of flowers. “Who would have thought you know what flowers look like up here?”
“What did you think it was like up here?” she questions.
“A desert with buildings.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she says.
“Yeah because you definitely had clear expectations of what Blytheville would be like,” I remind her. If I recall, she spent the first two days making fun of everything around her when she arrived in South Carolina.
We keep walking, going deeper into a maze of vines and roses, encasing us between a cluster of tall shrubberies. “It’s going to rain soon,” she says.
“It looks like it should have started raining about fifteen minutes ago. It’s all I smell,” I tell her. Almost as soon as I say the word rain, big, fat droplets start to fall. We can hear people running around outside of the enclosed garden area we’re hidden in. “I already know you like the rain, if that’s what you’re trying to show me.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to show you,” she says. “I like the rain, but most people don’t like to sit in it. Not here, anyway.”
“I can understand why,” I tell her. She takes my jacket within her fists and pulls it down my arms. “What are you doin’?”
“Shh,” she says.
She places my coat down on the bench behind us and starts working at my tie, which is off in a matter of seconds. The buttons on my shirt are next and I’m now standing here half naked in between several rose bushes. No one is around or can see us, but the thought of public indecency runs through my head briefly until her hands move to my belt. With her lip bitten between her teeth, she whips the leather from the belt loops.Oh, dear God.Scarlett’s fingers unclasp my pants, and I’m now done sitting around in shock. I nearly rip the buttons off her shirt, and it takes all my self-control to prevent myself from doing just that, but I know she has to be able to dress decently enough to make it back to where she’s staying. I kneel and sweep my hands up the sides of her legs, latching my thumbs onto the sides of her lace panties that I slide down to her ankles. She steps out of them and I place them with the rest of the clothing on the bench. I press her skirt up and release myself from my boxer briefs. It’s pouring rain, I can hardly see anything, and her body is slick from what must be lotion.
With clothing hanging off us, she lays down on the bench and closes her eyes as the rain continues to pound down on us. I kneel down and kiss up her thigh, knowing we don’t have a whole lot of time for foreplay here. In any case, I trace my tongue up the center of her thighs, kissing her where there’s a pulse begging for more attention. She’s crying softly, but her sounds mingle with the drops of rain hitting the surrounding stone-lined path. I’m so hot for her right now, I can’t keep going like this without being a little selfish. I reach into my back pocket and pull out the condom I thankfully slipped in there this morning with the hope of Scarlett not running from me. I tear the wrapper and slip the condom on while switching up my position. I place a knee on one side of her body and rest my chest on hers, using my other leg for leverage and momentum. I run my hands up her wet chest, squeezing her perfectly perky breasts that are covered in nothing but a thin silk. Her nipples harden against my touch and I feel a hunger and thirst work through me as I kiss every inch of her body, while feeling her world envelop mine in every other way. The warmth the rain is bringing me, is strangely surreal. It shouldn’t be comforting, but it’s like bliss.
We go on for longer than I thought we could, but she’s moaning and grabbing her breasts.Dammit it to hell, how did I get this luck?I’m taking every free inch there is and climbing up her body with a tight grip. “You’re unreal,” I tell her.
“Rain, sex, you. Nothing else matters,” she says, breathlessly. “Rain sex. I want rain sex every day for the rest of my life.”
Her words bring me to the finish line and I rest on top of her, kissing her cheek with soft pecks. “You just said you want rain sex every day for the rest of your life. What happened to just thinkin’ of today?”
“I changed my mind,” she says.
“You can’t just change your mind after trying to sound philosophical.”
“Do you want more rain sex?” she asks.
“Obviously. It’s the only kind of sex I want now.”
“Then I can change my mind,” she says.
“All right, but only this once.”
