She’s still wearing that thin silk top with the spaghetti straps and the wrap skirt that stops above her knees. With her pale hair hanging over her shoulder, she looks like a spirit herself in these woods.
“That’s why it’s all twisted like that,” she continues, putting her hand on the bark. “The tornado swirled it all around, but its roots were too deep to be torn from the ground.”
I put my hand on the trunk above hers, seeing the tree in a different light. “I didn’t know you got tornadoes here.”
“Not very often, but when we do, they leave a mark.” She walks slowly to where I’m standing.
We’re quiet a moment, facing the small tree that carries so much weight. I lift my chin, and look around, realizing we’re at the top of the hill, right at the line that divides death from life. It aches in my chest, because I know it weighs on her mind.
Stepping closer, I take her hand. “When you left just now, you seemed upset.”
Her fingers lace with mine, and she studies our connection before answering. “Corey thinks I need to be reminded about what we’re fighting here.”
The skin is tight on the back of my neck, and I reach up to massage it. I wish I’d have gone back to her like I wanted to.
“He’s obsessed with you, and it’s creepy and wrong.”And I’d like to punch him in the nuts.
She nods slowly, her voice quiet. “He’s definitely arrogant.” She looks out, over to the sick trees going down the south side. “He makes a point, though.”
He makes me angry. “He belabors the point. Your family is working hard, and you will beat this thing. If he admits it, he loses.”
Her fingers tighten in my hand, and she gives it a squeeze. “Only if we make it in time. We can do all these things and still be too late.”
“You won’t be.” I step closer, reaching up to slide my thumb along her brow. “I believe in you.”
She nods, but her happy smile hasn’t returned. “We’d better head back down to the party. They’ll all be wondering where we are.”
“Actually…” I take her hand and pull it into the crook of my arm. “We’ve been given permission to call it a night, so if you’d like to go back to the cottage, maybe do something else, something to take your mind off all this, I think we can.”
Her eyebrow arches, and she presses her lips together, smiling up at me. “Steal us a bottle of champagne?”
I lift her hand, pressing the back of her fingers to my lips. “Meet you there.”
“Maverick…”Dove gasps, her gorgeous tits bouncing as she rides me reverse-cowgirl style facing the mirror. “Oh… don’t stop!”
“Look at you…” My voice is strained. “This sexy body riding my cock.”
My hand is between her thighs, and I’m massaging her clit as fast as I can while I bite the side of her neck, swallow air, try to think about cold showers, shriveled ball sacs, hockey puck to the face… Anything to keep from blowing my load before she comes.
She’s showing off for me, and fuck, I’m about to cry. I can’t keep my eyes off her in the mirror. She’s a dream come true, a fantasy in real life. The queen of all my teenage dreams, but a billion times hotter.
Her head is pitched back against my shoulder, and her back is arched, lifting those perfect tits in a way that’s just too fucking much. Her blonde hair sways around us, her hands are on my thighs, and her chest flushes a beautiful shade of pink.
She’s a goddess… And she’s crying my name as she starts to come.
Please, fuck, tell me she’s coming. I won’t finish without my girl.
I groan, sliding my fingers back and forth even faster. “You ride me so good. My sexy, dirty girl…”
“That’s it,” she gasps. “Mav, that’s…”
My fingers flatten, and I slap her clit fast and firm. She lets out a scream, her body breaking, bending forward as her thighs tighten around my hand.
“Fuck,” I groan, letting my own orgasm go.
My body tenses and shudders, and I lean forward, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against my chest. Her core clenches, milking me, and I lift my hips, thrusting into her, whispering swears as my mind blanks on pure pleasure, as our bodies transport to another plane.
I’ve never come this hard. I’ve never wanted someone this much. Dove Rhodes is more than I even knew how to fantasize about. She’s everything, and I’ll be damned if I can’t figure out a way to have her forever.
