We’re diving deeper, darker, dirtier, and we’re so destined to be together. His nostrils flare, his words taking me. “You’re so mine, I’m going to make your tits bounce like this while I fuck your ass and make your cunt squirt in front of everyone online to see.”
“Oh god, yes, Loch.” I convulse. I come. I soak him. I can’t stop for this man, and I don’t want to.
Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know who I am with Loch, but for the first time, I love her. I love me. I’m fucking beautiful and shaking to my core, my tender pieces falling into his safe hands. He knows every dirty thing to say to me and every pure touch to give.
“Fuck, Alena.” He reaches up, tugging my hair, pressing my forehead to his. Sweat glistens on our bodies. I’m half floating in mine until I notice the veins on his neck, straining.
“You’ve always been mine,” he growls, and I feel it, my tempo taking him hard. He grunts. He groans. The erotic sounds of his pleasure I’ve heard for years are woven into my soul. Like I’ve always been tethered to Loch. Thread for thread. Tear for tear. Kiss for kiss as he pants over our lips, grabbing my hips. “Fuck, Alena. Faster, baby.” His eyes beg mine. “I need to come inside you. So fucking deep inside you. Tell me I can.”
“Come in my pussy. I’m yours,” I confess, and his lips part, his eyes trapped, his lungs heaving as I suddenly slow down, clenching my pussy, dragging it up his pulsing length.
“Fuucckk!” He roars. His eyes rolling. His back arching. He fights the twist in his body as his thighs shake. “Fuck, Alena! What are you do?—”
When I reach his tip, he growls like an animal in painful pleasure. His dick jumps inside me as I linger, then inch by inch I slide back down, watching the most beautiful sight: Loch’s enraptured face. Completely mine while he comes, gasping to the point of tears that match the ones streaming down my cheeks.
They surprise me. I’m so completely broken open and made whole with this man. The wave of lust that crashed through us ebbs as another emotion rushes in. One that’s too soon to say, but we feel it.
He grabs me, kissing me, man enough to let me feel his tears falling with mine while he’s still inside me, and it doesn’t need to be said; it lives, undeniable between us.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
The next week.
The next two months.
Until Loch won’t wait anymore.
He tells my dad about us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
LOCH
Smoke snakesthrough the morning air, the remnants of last night’s campfires still smoldering in their fire rings.
I inspect them, walking past the row of RVs as campers emerge for the dawn.
“Mornin’, Ranger.” Sue, a spry older woman with a long silver braid, raises her coffee mug. “Can I pour you a cup?” She and her wife fish here almost every weekend.
“No, thank you.” But I pause for a chat. “How were the trout last night?”
“Damn delicious with butter and dill.” She plops into her camping chair, grinning, “How was your date last night?”
For two months, Alena and I have guarded our tender secret. In a way, it’s felt more special. Our sweet dinners together. Our hot nights in bed. Our morning laughs over pancakes. Hell, even doing our laundry together is goddamn bliss to me.
But I had to tell someone, and Sue is a retired cop. I trust her in many ways.
“Perfect when I gave her a bouquet of coneflowers.”I grin. “Then a little dancing after some steaks and cheesecake, and she was all mine.”
Sue and her wife, Juliana, who’s still sleeping in the RV, I guess, love hearing about my secret romance with Ranger Allen. But I love their trained eyes on this campground. Juliana is a retired homicide detective.
I nod toward the motorhomes and fifth wheels in their reserved spaces. “Everyone behaving around here?”
“Nothing suspicious,” Sue shares before sipping her steaming cup.
She’d know. She’d tell me.
