His eyebrows scrunched as if he wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth, so I lifted my hips, meeting his thrust. And when I slid my fingers between the globes of his ass and played with him there, he rolled his eyes back before he moved.
He pounded into me, and I met him thrust for thrust, needing him. He pulled out of me, a growl escaping his throat as he flipped me on my hands and knees and continued to pound into me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, but with each motion, I was sent closer and closer to the edge. I crawled up the headboard, angling my back so he could go deeper, and with one hand on my hip, he slid the other to cup my breast and play with the piercing there.
I came again, clamping around his cock, and he leaned forward to bite down on my shoulder.
I moaned, using one hand to play with my clit, as he continued to move, both of us panting. When he finally came, he held me so close to him, I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended, but it didn’t matter. This moment would be etched in my memory for all time.
Because it had been the hardest, hottest sex of my life, and yet, the most delicate.
And later, after he cleaned me up, he licked every inch of me again, feasting on me as if I were only his. And then we did indeed find every position possible in that small room where the single bed proved to be barely sturdy enough to take us.
And as we caught our breaths while clinging to each other, I told myself I would be able to walk away.
I had to.
The sun rose over the mountains, the spears of light sliding through the blinds, as he kissed me softly, entering me from behind.
I was sore and tired, but I couldn’t stop moving.
“That’s it, take me. One last time.”
Last.
“I lost count,” I muttered, out of energy, yet it felt as if lightning bounced around inside me.
“I didn’t,” he said cockily.
And I finally came, this time knowing he did with me.
“I don’t want this to end,” he whispered after moments, and I froze, afraid of what he would say. But what could either of us say?
“You can tell me no. You can tell me to go. But I don’t want this to be our only night.”
“You. My family?—”
“We will figure it out. I’ll go with you though. Back to Colorado. I’m figuring things out.”
I let the tears fall as I nodded, knowing that nothing good could come from this.
But I didn’t want to let go either.
Even if it broke me in the end.
six
EWAN
Though my brothershad given me shit, taking time off for the first time in history was actually good thing. My sister had been the one to practically kick me out of the house, telling me that if I came back without seeing what the hell this meant with Livvy, she would change the locks. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d changed the locks anyway. Just to be contrary.
My small town of Clover Lake was my home. It was my blood. But Livvy already meant so much more.
And although Livvy probably thought my desire to go back with her to Colorado had been in the heat of the moment, I had been thinking about it ever since the plane ride to Wyoming.
And thought about it again at the rehearsal.
And again at the wedding.
And again when I had been deep inside her.
