Then I hear it—hoofbeats. Coming fast.
Savannah appears at the edge of the trees, Cassia's dark form moving like liquid shadow across the field. She doesn't slow until the last moment, then slides off before the horse fully stops, her feet hitting the ground running.
She's wearing a short dress, buttoned down the front, white cotton that catches the moonlight. Just like when we were kids. Just like the first time.
"You came," she breathes, stopping three feet away, chest rising and falling.
"Always do," I say, my voice rough.
The space between us burns away in seconds. We collide like we're trying to break each other, mouths hungry, hands desperate. I back her against the curved metal wall of the silo, the steel cool against my palms as I cage her between my arms.
I press my mouth against her neck, biting down on the soft skin where her pulse jumps.
Her fingers claw at my belt. "Legion…"
I press my hips against hers, letting her feel how hard I am. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. I wanna be inside you."
She moans, her head falling back against the metal. "Legion..."
"You want my fingers first?" I ask, already hiking up her dress, finding bare skin. No underwear. Fuck. "Or you want me to bend you over right here, where anyone could see?"
"Fingers," she gasps. "Then everything. All of you."
I slip my hand between her legs, finding her already slick and ready. "So fucking wet for me," I murmur, sliding two fingers inside her. She arches, a sound catching in her throat. "You think about this while you're wearing his ring? Think about me fucking you while he talks politics?"
"Yes," she admits, shameless, her eyes locked on mine. "Every day."
I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her eyes roll back. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name," she says, voice ragged. "Until all I know is yours."
My cock strains against my jeans, aching to be freed. I withdraw my fingers, bring them to my mouth, and taste her. "Sweet as I remember."
She reaches down, unbuttoning my jeans, wrapping her fingers around me. "Big as I remember," she says with a wicked smile.
I groan as she strokes me, slow and deliberate. "Keep that up and this'll be over before it starts."
"Then don't wait," she whispers, hiking one leg around my hip.
I lift her, pressing her back against the silo. She wraps both legs around my waist as I position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock slides against her wetness, and we both gasp.
"Say my name," I demand, hovering at the edge of pushing in.
"Legion," she breathes.
"Again."
"Legion," louder this time.
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself deep. "Fuck," I groan, the tight heat of her nearly undoin’ me. "So perfect. So fucking perfect around my cock."
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I begin to move, driving into her against the hard metal shell. Each thrust pushes a little sound from her throat, half-moan, half-sob.
"This what you needed?" I growl against her ear. "This what you've been missing? My cock filling you up while your fancy fiancé sleeps alone?"
"Yes," she gasps, meeting each thrust. "Only you. It's only ever been you."
