She continues to suck as my mind explodes with possibilities of the future. When my body builds toward its release, I stop her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, eyes gleaming up at me.
“I want to be inside you when I get off.” I help her settle back on my lap, and kiss her.
I line myself up, and push the tip into her tightness. “Ah, fuck, Ivy.”
She tilts her hips forward, positioning herself just right. It feels sofuckinggood.
“Ride me, baby,” I tell her, punching my hips up, letting my cock dive deeper inside her.
Her hands land on my shoulders, and I grip her waist with both hands, controlling the speed. I take it slow at first, letting her get acclimated to my size. Then, when I can’t take it anymore and the feel of her wrapped tightly around me becomes too overwhelming, I spin her around. She’s lying flat on her back on the couch, and I hover above her, one foot on the ground. I slam into her, my emotions and pure rugged heat taking over.
I barely recognize myself. It’s this pure primal attraction. I keep moving inside her, letting her moans and cries of ecstacy fill me up. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
I’ve never been this… in the moment.
I gaze into her eyes, and she smiles back up at me. I slide a finger up her throat, across her jaw, and over her lips. “You’re so fucking pretty,” I tell her. She’s prettier than anyone I’ve ever seen.
She closes her eyes as I push even deeper inside her. I keep thrusting my hips, my body building and building toward that release I need so badly.
I grip her shoulder, pushing up into her as I suck along her neck, close to her ear. “You’re everything. And you feel so damn good.”I keep fucking, screwing her right here on the couch. “What are you doing to me?”
She wraps her legs around my waist and grips onto me tighter. “Oh, please. I’m almost there, Rhett.”
It’s like music to my ears. Her words egg me on, as if I’d ever stop. I’m so close it hurts. I keep ravaging her as she comes all over me.
“Fuck, yes. Ivy, don’t stop,” I tell her, and she keeps moaning.
My own orgasm crashes through me, and I crumple into it, letting the emotions wash over me. I keep pumping, keep feeling as my world tilts on its axis. It’s all-consuming. It’s all powerful.
She doesn’t let go as her breathing returns to normal. I don’t let go either. I want to live in this moment. Never leave it.
She smiles, soft and wide and a little wobbly, then settles against my chest, tucking herself under my arm like she was made to fit there. My hand finds her hair, stroking slow, and for the first time in a very long time, I feel…free.
Not from the past. That’ll always be there. Not from the scars or the noise.
Free to want something beyond survival.
Free to imagine a future that has more in it than horses and snow and ghosts.
Free to hold this woman on my couch in my storm-wrapped cabin and think,I’m not letting her go without a fight.
She drifts, breaths evening out, fingers twisted in my shirt like she’s anchoring herself to me in sleep.
I stare into the fire and make myself a quiet promise:
When the roads open, I’ll drive her back to Saint Pierce if that’s where she needs to go.
But I’m damn well going to give her a reason to come back up the mountain.
ELEVEN
IVY
I wake up to the feeling of someone breathing against my neck.
For one disoriented second, I think I’m back in my tiny Saint Pierce apartment, and the someone is my pillow, and the warmth around me is just a bunch of blankets and a space heater on overdrive.
