She swivels her hips, taking me deeper. “Hunter, please,” she begs.
“Lean back.” I guide her to lie against the steering wheel. “Put your hands on the windshield, trouble. This is going to be rough.”
Her arms arch and lie flat against the window, and I grab her hip with one hand, putting pressure on her clit with my thumb. I snap my hips up, testing her body, but she takes me smoothly, her tits bouncing and making my balls draw up tight.
“Harder,” she demands.
I oblige, and her back arches as she topples over the precipice only a few moments later. Her orgasm triggers my own, and I definitely see pretty stars. My arms come around her and pull her toward me, our lips finding each other as if they have hundreds of times before. The kiss is soft, slow, searching, and utterly breathtaking. With a sigh, she lays her head over my heart, which has slowed to a steady cadence.
“Don’t suppose there’s any way I can persuade you to ditch the camping trip and just come home with me to do that again and again.”
My breathing falters. “Say that again.”
She snorts softly. “Again and again? What, are you not up for the challenge? I have toys?—”
My hand tangles in her hair, and I yank it back. There is a wicked look on her face, and I can’t tell if she’s messing with me. “Where do you want to go?”
She blinks, pulling against the grip I have on her hair. “Home?”
My eyes flutter closed, and I suck in a breath. Doesn’t she realize the significance? I know she’s said it before, but everything has changed now.
“So, no camping?” she tests.
My lips twitch. “Sorry, trouble, camping isn’t optional. Don’t worry, though. I brought toys in case you wear me out.”
Perhaps happiness should be eyed with caution, because when you think the universe isn’t trying to fuck with you... it kicks you in the head.
Chapter Forty-Two
Eleanor
You can tell a lot about a person by the way they prefer their s’mores.
Staring out over the seemingly endless water, I wrap my arms around myself, suppressing a shiver as a breeze rolls in and kisses my skin. Hunter appears next to me and skims his fingers down my arm, leaving a trail of heat along my flesh.
“Are you cold?”
Yes, but not from the temperature. It’s late afternoon, and the sun is out in full force today. “You didn’t tell me we were going to be next to a lake.”
He moves in front of me, blocking out the body of water causing my terror. Baths weren’t the only things Jonathan utilized in his cleansing rituals. I can appreciate a still lake, admire the power of the sea, observe flowing rivers, and study sparkling ponds, but you won’t find me relaxing and sleeping next to one. At least, I didn’t think I would.
“The kids will join us tomorrow. They love it. Plus, Charlie sees a puddle and thinks it’s the best thing ever.”
Said pooch is jumping around in the shallows, living his best life. I wrinkle my nose. “He’s a dog, not a fish.”
“He’s a goofball, but you don’t have to live in the water to enjoy it.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
His fingers tip my chin up, his eyes bouncing between mine. “Is it triggering for you?” Yes. I stare into his gaze and will the word past my lips. To give voice to my fears. To break the pattern I’ve fallen into. To no longer be adept at hiding them. His brow furrows as his thumb sweeps across my cheek. “I can move our tent farther into the forest. Will that help?”
“Closer to the spiders and bears?”
His lips twitch. Why is my fear funny? “I promise to protect you from the spiders and bears.”
“If you really want to protect me, you could take me home. Nothing says safe like a triple-locked door.”
He gifts me with a kiss in place of my actual desire to escape. “I’ll move the tent. Can you help Cheryl unload the food?”
