His hand snakes beneath my body, his fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. It only takes him a couple of firm strokes before I’m shaking on the precipice.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, lost in the pleasure, shaking with it. “Oh god, I’m gonna come!”
My vision goes white as my muscles contract and expand with the powerful waves of my orgasm. Keening sounds leave my lips as I squirt over Elias’s hand, over the dry forest floor.
“Fuck!” he grunts. “That’s it. Ah, shit, Jewel—coming!”
My body clenches around him again at his words. He slams against me one more time, then his cock starts pulsing in my ass as he breeds me, just like he promised he would.
I faintly register a stinging sensation at my neck—I think he cut me with the garrote. The thought sends another wave of pleasure through me, soaking his hand one more time.
“You’re such a good girl for me, Jules,” Elias whispers in my ear. “I’m never letting you go.”
I have to fight to swallow back those three words. It’s just the orgasm hormones talking, right? I can’t be thinking about love when I’ve only known this enigmatic man for less than a month.
We stay like that for long minutes, Elias’s cock slowly softening inside me. It’s when he slips out with a rush ofliquid that we finally move. He kisses the side of my neck before carefully removing the garrote.
When I roll around, and he sees the cut on my neck, he clicks his tongue. “Might need to disinfect that, baby.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” I breathe sleepily, resisting the urge to press my dirty fingers against it just to see the blood.
“Come here,” he murmurs, picking me up from the ground in a bridal carry. “Let’s get back to the carnival.”
“My ass is hanging out of my pants,” I mutter. Good thing no one’s around to see.
“Mm, yeah,” he drawls. “Hopefully it doesn’t tempt me into making another pit stop, or we’ll never make it home in time for the show.”
“You’re insatiable,” I tease him.
His laugh rumbles in his chest, vibrating against me. “When it comes to you, yeah. And if anyone can make me late to work, it’ll be you, baby.”
“Plus, Silas might think my parents ran us over with their suburban SUV if we’re not back soon,” I quip. “Then the boys will get out their torches and pitchforks.”
He looks down at me with a weird look in his eyes.
“What?” I grumble, running a hand through my short strands self-consciously. “Do I have twigs in my hair?”
The corners of his lips twitch up. “You most definitely have twigs in your hair. Leaves too. But that’s not why I can’t take my eyes off you, Jules.”
I blink at him. “You better not say what I think you’re about to say while my ass is hanging out of my pants, Elias.”
His shoulders are shaking with laughter now—and shaking me with it too—his head thrown back to expose the sexy column of his neck and the tattoos decorating it.
“Alright,” he concedes wryly once he’s done laughing. “I’ll save the confessions for when there’s more magic in the air.”
“Rather than ass cheeks,” I grumble, setting him off again.
But inside, I’m not upset at all. Inside, I’m melting into a puddle of goo. Maybe it’s not too soon to be thinking about love after all.
32
ELIAS
We’re on the road a week later, heading west and leaving Graves County behind for now.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” I murmur to Jules.
She’s at my side, reading a book. Even though she has her own clothes now, she’s still borrowing mine. Seeing her in my boxers and T-shirts does things to me that probably aren’t recommended while driving a large vehicle.
