Plunging his fingers in and out, Stetson’s mouth works heavily on my clit, cries and whimpers seeping past my lips of their own accord. I have no idea how loud I’m being. All I know is that Ineedto come in his mouth. “More.”
Faster than I can count, Stetson rises above me in theseat, his body hovering over my near-naked one. With two fingers shoved in my pussy and his thumb on my clit, the other hand cups my breast, squeezing my nipple to the point of pain. “Like that?” he mumbles breathlessly across my lips.
“Yes,” I pant. “No.”
“What else?” His skill knows no bounds, never letting up as my hips frantically rock against him.
“Kiss me, Stet. Kiss me, please.”
“I can do that.” And his lips meet mine with wholehearted passion. A feeling washes over me, between us, and through us that feels so rare, yet unbearably tangible. Like two ocean currents spending break after break searching at sea and colliding, only to diverge at the point of unity.
To becomeoneriptidetogether.
That’s me and Stetson. It seems like time has never been on our side. But right here and now, we’re defying that. Our trust and respect for each other have brought us to a point of rebellion with the people we love.
It’s a risk, and we know complications are coming.
But we refuse to back down—to turn our backs on each other.
Is this what some people call love? Maybe. And if that’s so, I want all of it. To face every collision in my life, hand in hand with Stetson.
Words of praise and love pour from his lips, showering me with nothing but affection. My orgasm pummels through me, Stetson’s kisses soaking up my strangled moans while I work myself through it.
“Look at you,” he whispers against my lips, our bodies clinging to each other faithfully. “So beautiful when you let your walls down.”
My breathing labors, but I don’t dare look away. Notwhen he looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever hoped for.
And me? When I look at Stetson, I don’t see a man who’s twenty years older. Or the gray hairs on his head. Or the money in his bank account. When I look at Stetson Cole, I seelove.
Love from all ends of the spectrum.
Love pointed directly at me. The center of his once lonely, yet never to be left alone again, world.
I can’t separate this fantasy from reality as Stetson removes his fingers from inside me and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean. “Mmm,” he hums, and suddenly I want them back inside me. “Having you like this will never get old. You make me feel young again, Cove. Young and horny, to say the very least.”
But can we overcome all these obstacles bound to strike us?
“We’re gonna make it through this, right?” I ponder, my honesty a deflection of the fear in my heart.
He reaches out to graze his thumb across the side of my cheek. “I’m going to take care of you, Cove. You. Your mother. Us. I just need you to trust me.”
“I do. More than anyone,” I tell him. “But I leave in three days, and tomorrow is your big party. I don’t want to ruin anything for you.”
“Never.” He smiles. “I’ll handle things with Nate beforehand. Then, the only thing on our to-do list will be to dance the night away.”
I wish I could be that positive. But I can’t. Not when I know there’s more to it. More to be talked about, with very little time. I have to see this through for my mom. I’ve made it this far already.
“Stetson, I need this money?—”
His pointer finger covers my lips before he begins righting my bikini back into place. “Trust. Me.”
I exhale calmly. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Good girl.” He kisses my nose and rises from the bench seat, sliding my bottoms back in place. “Next time, I get to fuck you,” he mutters, eyes tracing my now-marked body with a victorious grin. “Damn near killed me holding myself back.”
I stand, fixing my dismantled hair and reaching to help Stetson with his. Our eyes meet with an unspoken adoration as I adjust his overgrown strands into place, and I feel the shift. This has become more. More than either he or I expected, but in the best way possible.
Messy, but no less great.
