“My tree.”
It was her tree. It was the huge weeping willow that had made her fall in love with this place all those years ago, its long branches swaying in the breeze like it was welcoming her home.
“It’s just like I dreamed,” she sniffled, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.
I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her middle, and she melted back into me.
“Please don’t cry, baby,” I murmured against her hair. “It fuckin’ kills me when you cry.”
She spun in my arms and burrowed her face against my chest, her fingers fisting in my shirt. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this... this happy.”
I hummed my agreement, resting my chin on top of her head. Same, baby. Same.
We stood there for a long while, wrapped up in each other, the willow branches whispering in the dark and the crickets singing their song.
I could have stayed wrapped up with her forever, but my girl was dead on her feet with hay in her hair and my shirt hanging off one shoulder.
I’d be lying if I said the sight of her marked up and messy from me didn’t make me want to do it all over again.
I dipped my head as she lifted hers.
“Let’s take a shower, Songbird.”
She nodded.
Taking her hand, I led her back inside and down the hallway to my bedroom.
I flipped on the light in the ensuite and reached into the walk-in shower, turning the water on hot, then I stripped out of my clothes, careful of my stitches, and turned to her.
“C’mere, baby,” I said, gripping the hem of my t-shirt she was wearing.
I peeled it over her head slowly, letting my knuckles drag along her ribs, then hooked my thumbs in her pants and panties and slid them down her mile-long legs. By the time I stood back up, her chest was heaving, and her pupils were blown wide.
Pulling her behind me into the shower, the hot water sluiced over us both.
“God,” she moaned. “That feels amazing.”
My cock was already hard as steel, bumping against her belly.
She looked up at me through her wet lashes, that wicked little smile curving her lips, and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders. “You’re gonna kill me, woman.”
“What a way to go, though,” she teased, tightening her grip.
Fuck.
Growling, I lifted my head. “Someone wants to get fucked again.”
I gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her clean off her feet, pressing her back against the tile wall.
“Careful of your shoulder,” she gasped, locking her legs around my waist.
“Fuck my shoulder.”
She reached between us, grabbed my cock, and notched it right at her entrance. Then she looked me dead in the eye and let herself slide down my length, taking every inch of me.
“Fuck—” I choked out.
