He growls before he sucks on a nipple, while his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips.
I continue to move, bouncing on top of him, and Ford meets me on every thrust. I fall back onto my arms, but I can still see him inside of me. Ford brings his finger to my clit as he takes over setting our speed, and I clench around him, with the world blurring around us.
“Let go, and I will fill you up. I want you to feel me inside of you the whole day,” he tells me.
I nod as I circle my hips around him, following his demand. “Ford,” I call out as I tremble, and he is quick to catch me.
My orgasm comes easy, and that’s mostly because this man knows my body. He feels my needs because everything I want leads me back to him.
* * *
Ford bringsa cup of coffee to his lips where he’s sitting next to me in our booth at Jolly Joe’s. The soda shop-styled cafe always has something for everyone, from milkshakes to a cinnamon roll with coffee. It’s quiet this morning, so the subtle sound of doo-wop can be heard while we look out the big windows onto Main Street.
“I don’t remember you drinking coffee. Something about caffeine killing your hockey mojo,” I remark as I play with the spoon in my coffee mug.
He wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I no longer have to worry about hockey demands. I run my own show. Besides, you know why I really ordered a coffee here.”
I smile brightly as I dip my spoon into my coffee and scoop up a red jellybean. “Because of the ridiculous idea that someone had to add jellybeans to coffee?” It’s a Jolly Joe’s specialty.
“You never know what color you’ll get.”
Looking down at the food in front of us, I question how we will get through all of this. We have almost every item on the menu; pancakes, eggs, bacon, cinnamon rolls. This entire week has turned into a week of sex and food, which in retrospect is not a bad thing.
“Remember when you used to take me here for ice cream?” I dig into my cinnamon roll with the side of my fork.
Ford sets his coffee down. “Turtle sundae with butterscotch, not caramel, and an extra cherry on top.”
“And you were chocolate with marshmallow.”
“We didn’t spend much time amongst civilization, though.”
I give Ford side-eye and raise my brows.
He rumbles a sound under his breath. “I want to take you to our place. We can go tomorrow.”
“You mean the lagoon? I’m sure there’s a new set of teenagers who made a claim that it’s their spot.”
Ford chomps on a bacon slice. “I’ll pay them to scram and remind them to keep it safe.”
I laugh at how ridiculous that sounds, but I know that it’s something Ford would do.
“A few days ago, I would have been petrified to go there. It’s too overwhelming with memories of you. But now… it sounds perfectly fitting,” I announce and take another giant bite from my cinnamon roll.
“Good. So today we will see Connor, take it easy, and you can study if you want, and then tomorrow, we’ll make it a day.”
“Sounds good.” I move my plate to the side and feel I need to address the obvious. “Seeing Connor today, you know that he—”
Ford quickly interjects. “Can’t know that we’re kind of a thing again?”
“Yeah, exactly that. We shouldn’t confuse him.”
He looks at me, slightly irritated, his gaze piercing. “I get it. But make no mistake, we are playing the long game.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, but it requires a little more thought than that. You said give this a week. I mean, I don’t even live in Lake Spark.”
“Yes, but next summer Connor is switching schools anyway for middle school, so you both can come to Lake Spark.”
“And what about my career? I mean, I’m not exactly sure there are a lot of job prospects here for me as hopefully a new lawyer,” I highlight the apparent, and I feel like I’m tainting our last amazing 24 hours.
