On autopilot, I position myself at her entrance and push forward, suddenly enveloped in her wet warmth. Her pussy pulses around me, sucking me further in until there’s nowhere else to go.
I hold still for a moment, gripping her hips as I try to claw back some semblance of control. It’s only when I’m certain that I won’t combust that I move. My thrusts are slow and methodical, my attention rooted on the image before me as I slide in and out of her perfection, covered in her.
Avery rests her head on the blanket, mewls of satisfaction spilling from her lips. I grunt, picking up my pace. I feel like a horny teenager. Everything she’s doing, her pure existence, is turning me on.
“Sunshine,” I groan, my vision blurring at the edges as my balls tighten. “I’m going to come.”
She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit as she moans. “Yes, just a little more, baby, please.”
It’s her plea for more that forces me into action. I pound into her, my movements feral and like an untamed animal. Avery spasms around me, her walls clenching like a vise as she comes undone. She cries out, turning her face into the blanket to muffle the sound.
I don’t have time to decide where I’ll spill my release. The sweetest oblivion comes for me like a freight train, stealing my breath and clearing my mind of any thought. My cum fills her, seeping out of her pussy as I still inside of her. Fuck me.
Collapsing onto the blanket beside Avery, I throw an arm over my eyes and blow out a breath. I’m spent, my body weak, covered in sweat.
She snuggles in beside me, before pushing away and exclaiming, “Eww, Gray. You’re soaked.”
Laughter flows from me, the sound almost foreign to my ears as I reach for her. She rolls away, a grin that I’m certain matches my own splitting her face in two. “Come here, I just wanna cuddle.”
Avery stands, grabbing her discarded clothes and holding them to her chest. “We can do that when you’re less—” She waves a hand in my direction. “Let’s go clean off in the creek.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
As I follow her through the meadow, the grass rustling around us in the light breeze, I’m struck by how many nights I’ve laid awake picturing her beside me. My wildest dreams couldn’t come close to how it feels having her back. They couldn’t touch her. And even though what we have is temporary, I feel like this is the perfect way to heal my heart, so that when she’s gone, I can finally move on.
I ignore the twinge in my chest at the thought of spending the rest of my life with somebody else and force myself to focus on the present and the woman in front of me. We might not get the “forever” that teenage me thought we would, but there’s nothing to stop us from having the here and now.
24
AVERY
I can’t contain my satisfaction, and it stretches across my face as I break out into a grin, jotting down the lyrics that have been spilling out of me all morning. Dropping my pen onto the pad that’s sitting on my armrest, I strum the chords, the soft melody flowing easily and filling the room.
The music is starting to feel like mine again, not something that some bigwig in an office is forcing out of me. I think that’s part of why I’ve felt so lost with it. I’ve felt like a machine, churning out song after song as I’ve performed for other people. Somewhere along the line, it stopped being about what I wanted and started being about them.
My phone buzzes on the window ledge, and I glance over at it. Grayson’s name appears on the screen, and, if at all possible, my smile grows even wider. I set my guitar down and answer, “Hey, cowboy. How are you?”
In the background, I hear the light rumble of an engine, and I wonder where he’s going. “I’m good. What’re you up to?”
Lifting my feet onto the chair, I snuggle in and reply, “I was just working on a song. What are you up to?” I feel like I’m in high school again because this is exactly how we were.
Grayson pauses, as if he’s weighing up his next words carefully before he replies, “I’m on Main Street, outside Autumn’s. I thought I’d see if you wanted to come to the grocery store, but if you’re working, I’ll leave you to it.”
I’m moving before he’s had time to finish speaking, tripping over my feet as I rush around grabbing my shoes and socks. I force myself to take a breath before I reply to him. “I’d love to come. I’ve been at this all morning, so I’m due for a break.”
He blows out a breath that almost feels like relief. “Okay, do you need long? I can park and wait or pop in to see Autumn.”
“No, I’m ready. I’ll be out in five.”
We disconnect the call, and I race into the bathroom, fluffing my hair and checking my outfit—my favorite pale yellow sundress—before I head for the door, grabbing my purse and chucking my phone in it on the way out.
Grayson’s leaning against the hood of his truck when I walk out. His eyes roam over me before he pushes off and rounds the vehicle to open my door. “I figured I’d save you the walk around the building.”
I come to a stop in the space between the door and the car, resting my hand on his chest as I stand on my tiptoes and press a quick kiss to his lips. He lets out a low growl before looking away and into the distance. “Ever the gentleman,” I tease as I climb in the cab.
Something carnal sparks to life in his eyes. “I don’t feel like a gentleman right now with the thoughts I have going on in my head.” He shuts the door before I can respond, stalking around the car and climbing in beside me.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if we can go up to my place so he can show me exactly what those thoughts are. But I keep my mouth shut.
