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I struggle even harder to fight off the feelings trying to bloom inside my heart. “Not everything is yours for the taking, Money Man. This pussy is very much mine and mine alone.” Trying to remain detached, I squeeze my walls tightly around his cock, causing him to whimper. “Just enjoy this while you can.”
A growl rises in his chest. With a renewed determination to show me who’s in charge here, Darius grabs my waist and he begins to pound. Mercilessly.
The earthquake of his lust vibrates the room. The friction of his pelvis against my clit drags me right up to the brink.
When I’m right about to lose my mind, he brings his lips to my ear. “You’ve always been mine, my stubborn Fairy Girl, and we both know it.”
That’s the truth, even though I hate it. The undeniable reality of his statement sends a spark of dynamite down my spine.
Without warning, Darius yanks his pulsating cock from inside me and drops to his knees. Propping my ass on the edge of the shelf, he hooks my thigh over his shoulder and covers my womanhood with the warmth of his open mouth.
A gasp gets locked in my throat. “I’m about to…Oh, Darius, I’m about to come.”
This moment we’re sharing is going to forever change the energy field of my quaint little shop. But I don’t even care.Not in the slightest. I’m too caught up in this imminent explosion.
I want this room to be imprinted, forever painted with the essence of him and me.
That’s my last thought before he sucks my clit between his lips and sends me right over the edge.
35
DARIUS
The next morning, I wake up once again in Ziggy's bus. This time, we’re in the woodlands of Honey Hill and I’m all alone on the narrow bed-couch.
I gaze around, missing the feel of my fairy girl in my arms. But she’s nowhere in sight.My eyes dart around the 28-foot bus and it takes me all of two seconds of searching to realize that she’s not here.
I’m extra careful not to sit up too quickly and smack my skull on the overhead shelf this time. Then I manage to swing my legs over the side without banging into a single thing in the bus.
I’m grinning to myself because I’m already a goddamned pro at this woodland life.
When I grab my phone to check the time, I ignore the emails piling up in my inbox. It can wait. It can all wait. Getting to Ziggy is my priority at the moment.
Tugging on my pants and shoes, I venture outside. I’m still buttoning up my shirt as I walk past Ziggy’s little vegetable garden. There’s a fire pit in the yard. It’s flanked bya few Adirondack chairs. I head down the wildflower-framed path that leads around the side of the bus.
The colors and sounds of nature embrace me and I make a mental note to get outdoors more often. This is a far cry from the mornings I’d wake up to when I lived in Manhattan and San Francisco. Here, the air is crisp and fresh, and the swishing leaves overhead seem to be saying ‘good morning’.
I can see why Ziggy likes it out here.The serene atmosphere, the birds singing, the sunlight peeking through the trees. It’s a far better wakeup call than my usual pot of coffee.
I spot a long-limbed, pink-haired angel around the side of the bus, meditating under the morning sun on a yoga mat. The light shines around her frame, creating an ethereal halo.
Finding a fallen log nearby, I quietly take a seat and watch Ziggy meditate.I don’t know much about meditation, but watching my fairy girl do her thing definitely puts me in a relaxed state.I discreetly snap a few pictures of her with my phone so I can relive this moment later. I add them all to my Ziggy Stash.
My morning gets even better when Ziggy comes over, her bare feet stepping lightly across fallen twigs and pine needles, the hem of her cropped shirt fluttering around her midriff. She greets me with a kiss.
“Good morning,” I say, feeling a grin take over my face.
“Morning yourself.” She wraps her arms around my neck, settling on my lap and rocking against my growing erection.
I kiss her eagerly, mesmerized by her, like I am every time.
She’s dazed and starry-eyed when she snatches back herlips. “So…I packed up a little picnic earlier, when you were still getting your beauty sleep.” She giggles. “Do you want to go for a walk in the forest?”
“Hell, yeah. Maybe I’ll get to wrestle a mountain lion for you. Then I’ll get to show you how tough and cool I am.” I grin at her, running my palms up her bare thighs, up to the edge of her athletic shorts.
The sound of Ziggy’s laughter makes my chest expand. “Man—somebody’s feeling confident this morning.”
I lift a shoulder. “I’m tough, I promise. I’m not just a rich boy with a big dick and a pretty face, you know?”
