“You’re right.” I tempt him. “I thinkI’lllook beautiful in it tonight when we finally fuck online.”
His eyes lift from my gift to find my excited stare.
It’s sure, sexy, and so ready for this. It makes the light in his aqua eyes shift from aroused to adoring.
Loch knows it’s taken me months to build up my confidence, and he’s been every brick. Every tender word. Every loving touch. Every sexy caress. Every dirty taunt and intimate step we’ve taken to get to this point.
We explore in bed, privately, before we do a little online for our fans. @LuvPounder and @DirtTGirl have captured the hearts of thousands. Their leather-and-lace romance adds to the kinky things we do for our fans.
It usually involves Loch dominating me with toys and his tongue, our faces hidden behind masks while he makes me come for our audience.
But so far, we’ve kept our most intimate acts between us. I know he’s protecting me. Cherishing me. It’s how he fucks me, too, with so much passion, it makes us cry. I’ve wanted us to go faster, but Loch wanted to worship me. It’s like he’s worried I’m leaving him when I’m forever his.
“Until you feel like a queen,” he’s said, and I finally do.
I feel likeLoch’s queen.
Holding the gift in hand, he cups my cheek, searching my eyes. “You know it now, don’t you, Alena? That you’re so goddamn beautiful and breathtaking.”
“Because of you.” Emotion wells in my eyes. “Because I’m yours, Loch Waring.”
Tossing my gift on the bed, he kisses me like he doesn’t care if we fulfill a kinky fantasy tonight. All he cares about is that I feel beautiful enough to do it with him.
And god, do I ever.
Gone are the cruel words written across my body. Loch’s touch has erased them, leaving an empty canvas for me to color my world with love and passion and power.
It makes me moan into his kiss, assuring him it’s what I want. More than want, my desire demands it. Reaching down, I stroke his swelling erection under his insulated pants. We’re dressed for snow but sweating, anticipating.
“Fuck, Babygirl, you make me ache in the best way.” He cups his hand over mine, his hot lips teasing, “But we need to save the rest, so I can cover you in it tonight.”
Sherwin-Williams paint, step aside.
I love it when Loch marks me as his.
And so do our fans.
Lust sparks through my veins. Erotic visions of what we’ll do. Me in red lace. Him in black leather. Our desire, dripping in white. It makes my sex instantly wet, my breath excited—just like his.
But Mutt whines by the door, insisting now is not the time for afternoon delight. I let Loch take us on a hike instead.
Before we leave, I have to check my voicemails. Patiently, Loch waits at the open door, knowing why.
We’ve had two more rescues in the park since I rescuedSasha last year, but they were lost hikers, not a young, naked woman who haunts my waking thoughts.
Loch feels the same. We scour the park for leads, and I check my voicemail twice a day, hoping for an update from the Feds. But like today: nothing.
You’d think the silence would give us peace. But it’s the opposite. It’s like stepping on a landmine. It’s safe until you move.
So I won’t. Sasha knows where we met, and I’m not leaving this park until we’re reunited—me, her, and my mom’s bracelet.
An hour later, Loch and I have the park to ourselves. Because of the ice, roads are closed. Campgrounds are empty. No one but staff is permitted in the forest. With snow chains on our truck, he parks at the bottom of the mountain for our short hike on the empty road, up to the falls.
“Goddamn, he looks ridiculous.” Loch shakes his head at the sight of Mutt, prancing up the hill in trendy puppy boots. “His doggy dick is shriveling up,” he mutters. “So help us God if you ever put a fucking bow on his head.”
But I’m laughing so hard, doubling over. It’s hilarious how cute Mutt looks, and how pissed Loch is about it.
“Oh no!” I grab my crotch.
