“Two can play that game, sweetheart.” I sucked on her nipple, rolled my tongue piercing around her sensitive flesh while I bucked up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust.
She dug her nails into my shoulders, needy moans slipping from her lips as her back arched. I slid one hand down between her legs as pleasure built at the base of my spine, my cock ready to explode at any moment.
My thumb swirled on her clit, and her hips faltered as though the ecstasy was too much, coming from too many places all over her body to make her limbs obey her brain. With one final nip to her stiff peaks I pulled away, drinking in her pleasure as her climax crashed over her. She shook from the pressure, her needy lungs drawing in rapid breaths as she tried to fill them, her pussy clenching around my aching cock.
I gritted my teeth and pushed through it, working her orgasm through her body with each thrust until her limbs were liquid, her grip on my shoulder barely holding her upright. I pounded into her, moving my soaked fingers to her back entrance.
Her eyes widened as I used her arousal to push into the tight hole. “Are you ready to be taken here, sugar?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, lust fogging her amber orbs. Sweat dampened her brow, her hair fanned out around her shoulders as she met me thrust for thrust.
I pushed my finger into her ass in time with my thrusts, her pussy fluttering around me betraying just how close she was to another climax.
I pinched her clit with my other hand, and we both exploded. My cock drove into her, and with one last thrust, I filled her completely. I got as deep into her tight channel as I could, like I never wanted to be pried from her body. Her core squeezedevery drop of my cum from me, like she was claiming it as her own. We both caught our breath, sweaty brows pressed together, her eyes still closed as she let the pleasure soak into her bones.
I brought the finger that stroked her clit to my mouth, lapping up every last bit of arousal I could as she watched me hungrily. Neither of us could ever get enough of each other. “I can’t wait to see you with all your holes filled, sugar.” I winked, loving the way pink spread across her cheeks. “Do you think you’re ready for that?”
“I’m more than ready,” she said, her core clamping around me to emphasize her point.
If it were up to me, we’d stay like this all night, but before I could protest, Giana lifted herself off me, biting her lip as my semi-hard length and my finger dragged against her inner walls. I raised a brow in challenge, but she shook her head with a laugh. “There was another reason I brought you out here.”
I grimaced as I checked the car for anything to clean up with. I didn’t care about myself, but I didn’t want my sugar to be uncomfortable in her jeans. She pulled some wipes out of her purse and gave me a wink. “I’ve realized I need to be prepared at any moment to either wipe blood or cum off my skin.”
I snorted, unable to contain my laughter as she preened and handed me a few wipes to get myself cleaned up. We both got dressed and climbed out of the car, meeting in front of it. I gripped her hips and lifted her onto the hood before hopping up beside her.
I wrapped her in my arms, holding her as tightly as I could while we both stared up at the sky, watching the stars. “Anne used to tell me about the stars when she visited me. I used to think I’d have no one to watch them with until I found you.”
She nestled into my chest, and I stroked her hair, breathing in the sweet citrus and lavender of her shampoo.
“I’ll always watch the stars with you,” she said, amber eyes meeting mine. Electricity seems to zap between us, an unbreakable connection we would never walk away from. “But that reminds me of the second reason I brought you here.”
Giana reached a hand into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She handed it over to me tentatively, gaze glued to my face like she was anticipating my reaction. A crease formed between my brows as I kept one arm under her head and used my free one to unfold the paper.
My confusion must’ve shown since she broke through the maelstrom of emotions wracking my chest and invading my mind. “I want this place to symbolize love and hope, not pain and betrayal. So I asked Kellan to draw something, but of course if you don’t like it, I’m sure he can design something else for you. And I wasn’t sure what you wanted on the plaque, so you can change that too.”
The drawing was a rough sketch, but that didn’t detract from its beauty. It was an angel, sword clasped in her hands, long hair trailing down her back as she stared up at the sky.
“You said there were only sticks to mark your sister’s grave, so I thought, if this place was going to be built in her memory, we could make a proper memorial for her.” She wrung her hands together. “If you don’t want it here, we could—”
I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, stealing away the nervous words babbling past her lips. “It’s perfect.”
She smiled, lighting up my chest like the stars break through the gloom of night. “When we were designing it, I had a thought…” she trailed off like she wasn’t sure she wanted to ask the question.
“You can ask me anything,” I said, kissing her forehead. She melted into me, like with just a simple kiss I was able to chase away all the indecision and worry, just like she always did for me.
“I realized I never asked about your name.” I stared at the inscription she’d written.
‘To a beloved sister who was taken from this world far too soon. May the horrors of this world never claim another soul like hers. Anne Spade.’
“I assumed Spade was your last name, and I wanted to respect your wishes if you didn’t want to think about your other name.”
I smiled, despite never thinking I’d have any happiness when I thought of that name again. “They only ever called me boy or you. Anne was the only person who ever called me by Ryland, and it was too hard after losing her to have anyone else speak that name again.”
She stroked my chest, unknowingly easing away the ache that had formed there.
“And Spade? You didn’t want to choose a new name altogether?”
“Spade was our last name, but I never knew that until I hunted around the house and found my birth certificate… and death certificate. Apparently they’d bribed someone to pretend I was dead so no one ever came knocking.”
