I gripped her waist tighter and dragged her as close as physically possible, needing to feel every inch of her body. My hand clasped the back of her neck, enticing her mouth to mine. Her tongue ran the length of my bottom lip, asking for acceptance. Slowly we molded together in a sea of bliss. I wanted to taste every inch of her mouth. I wanted the memories of every kiss we had to flood back. I missed this. I missed getting lost in the passion of kissing Savannah Rae. Never again would we be apart.
Breathlessly, she pulled away and smiled softly. “I’ve missed that.”
“It’s about time,” came a voice from the stage. We both swung around as Blake looked down at us and fired a thumbs up towards us. Sav buried her face in my chest as a giggle rose from her throat.
“Can I take you home, my Aussie?”
“I never thought you’d ask.”
AS WE walked into our room, Sav’s hand clamped mine as she walked unsteadily on her feet.
“You can’t handle your tequila anymore.” I laughed as I led her to the bed and sat her down.
She looked up with unfocused eyes. “Oh, I know it’s devastating. I am the queen of tequila and now look at me. I am a bloody disgrace,” she complained with a pout before falling back onto the bed with a giggle. “What are you thinking?” Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked at me and asked the question that was beginning to be our thing.
“I am having an internal battle with myself about whether I should take advantage of my drunk girlfriend. It has been a while, you know.” I winked as I undid the buttons of my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders.
Sav sat up on the edge of the bed, tugged on my belt, and reeled me in towards her. “Your drunk girlfriend would be very welcoming if you took advantage of her. I hope my va-jay-jay still works.”
“Your va-jay-jay? What the fuck?”
“Fine, my pussy. Jeez, Tate, I was trying to be a respectable woman. I’m a mother now, you know.
“I cannot wait to find out if your pussy still works, but it won’t be happening now. I want you to remember every single feeling, thrust, scream, moan, and depth my cock goes. I want to own you when we have sex, Sav, and I need you fully functional for that.”
“So you are just going to leave your girlfriend turned on and desperate?” The pout reappeared.
“Yep.” I winked at her and pushed her back on the bed. She fell instantly with a huff.
As she pulled off her heels one at a time, I felt her eyes burning into me. I counted to ten in my head, desperate to stop the blood flow flooding my high-alert cock. I could not have sex with her right now.
I motioned with my finger for her to roll over, which she obliged without a fight. Unzipping the zipper on the back of her dress, I slid the straps over her shoulders and removed the tight dress, making sure I touched every inch of her body as I slid it over her tits, her waist, and finally those hips. She rolled onto her back when I finished and lay before me in virgin-white panties and a push-up bra, her glowing skin, tinted from the California skin, beaming in front of me.
“You are a goddess, Savannah. It is killing me not to take you right now.”
“Can I sleep in one of your shirts?” she almost begged.
I walked to my suitcase, removed one of my shirts, and handed it to Savannah. She stood from the bed, removing her bra and pulling my shirt over her head. Seeing her in just panties and my shirt sitting perfectly short on her thighs was a painful turn-on. She walked uneasily towards the bathroom, turning the light on and walking to the vanity.
Pulling the comforter back, I lay down and watched her through the glass walls. Slowly she began taking off her makeup, not letting her gaze leave mine in the mirror.
I finally had her back.
Savannah
MY HEAD pounded as the tequila I had so easily and recklessly consumed barely hours ago decided to remind me of its most recent assault. My love/hate relationship with the deliciously intoxicating spirit was now leaning towards the hate side at a rapid rate.
As I shifted in bed, a weight pressed firmly against my back, heating my skin with radiating warmth. Tate. I finally had him back in my arms. The night sky still floated through the windows, and the lights of Las Vegas allowed me to see the outline of his gorgeous face as I slowly turned to face him. Never again would I be away from him. I would stick to him like super glue.
Sliding out slowly from under his arm, desperate not to wake him, I held my breath as he rolled over with a sigh and huddled into my now vacant pillow. I quietly moved through the room towards my suitcase while my eyes remained locked firmly on Tate’s sleeping form. My fingertips found the satin of my favorite black gown and I quickly removed his shirt—that had left his delicious scent tainting my skin—and panties and slipped the gown over my naked body. Giving him one last look, I sauntered back to the bed with a seductive smiling taking over my face and the sass of Savannah roaring inside.
“Tate,” I whispered, grabbing his hand as I stood beside the bed. He stirred in his sleep but refused to be interrupted from his slumber. “Wake up.”
Kneeling beside the bed, I leaned over his sleeping form and placed my lips softly on his. If he wouldn’t wake on his own, then I’d make sure he woke with a start. Splashing his closed mouth with kisses, I ran my tongue along his bottom lip before pulling it between my teeth. The moment my teeth gnawed at his bottom lip, he came alive with a groan. His hand shot out from under the cover and moved to the back of my head, pulling my face closer to his as his lips opened and his tongue met mine frantically. Right after he started kissing me back, he pulled back suddenly and looked at me with hooded eyes.
“Sav?”
“I had to do something to wake you up.” My words vibrated against his lips. “You need to get up.”
“Sav, it’s like three a.m.,” he groaned after looking at the time on his phone.
“Tate, it’s like eight a.m. somewhere,” I taunted, mimicking his American accent.
“Are you teasing me?”
“Never.” Standing up, I pulled back the covers, revealing his naked body. “Now get that sexy body out of bed. We are leaving in ten minutes.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“Get your arse out of bed, Tate. Otherwise I’ll find someone else to go swimming with!”
His eyes widened as he slowly sat up in bed with increased interest. “Are you going to wear the bikini?”
“I’m wearing this,” I slowly ran my fingers along to sash around my waist. A gentle pull allowed the front of the gown to open and reveal my naked body. His hungry eyes swept over my bare skin. I’d finally gotten his attention. “Now, if you don’t get your arse out of bed, my naked body and I will be swimming alone, and because of the way you left me earlier, I know for a fact I’ll be having sex tonight—with or without you.”
Tate shot out of bed in one swift movement and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before I had time to laugh. Grabbing my hand and the room key, he dragged me out of the room and towards the elevator without a word.
“You do realize that I have never ever felt this turned on in my life,” He growled from across the lift as the air around us grew thicker with need and anticipation.
“What better way to make up for lost time?” I hit the first floor button and started watching the numbers drop. “We have to get off at the first floor and use the stairs so no one sees us.”
“How long have you been planning this?” he asked with a laugh.
“Since the moment I saw the pool.” The chime of the lift door opening broke our gaze, and I impatiently pulled on his hand as we stepped out into the quiet of the first floor. In silence, we rushed down the hall and down the stairs until we reached the emptiness of the pool area. My eyes darted frantically around for any signs of life; it was just me, Tate, and the beauty of the pool.
The fairy lights around the pool were still shimmering like a billion stars in the night sky, and the translucent lights at the bottom of the pool made the crys
tal-clear water radiate through the air. I grabbed hold of both of Tate’s hands and walked backwards as I led him to the secluded area at the back of the pool where it was almost cave like.
“I love you, Tate. Like no one I’ve loved before.”
“I know, Sav.” His words were simple but full of promise.
Dropping his hands, I undid the sash, pulled the satin robe over my shoulders, and felt it skim my body as it dropped to the floor. I had never felt as sexy as I did right this second. I moved into the water, taking one step at a time. The coolness of the water met the fire of my body as I swam away from the steps towards the middle of the secluded pool.
The feeling of Tate’s eyes on me only increased the desire flooding me and the ache of my body for his. I turned back to where I’d left him and found a very empty poolside. What the hell? My eyes darted frantically around the pool edge for any sign of him.
Suddenly, hands wrapped around my bare waist, pulling me back against a firm, equally naked body. His lips crashed onto my neck as I fell back against him. With his arm around my waist, he held me in place as my arm traveled to the back of his neck. My entire body felt like it was on fire, a stark contradiction to the cool water surrounding it.
“Tell me this is it, Sav. That there will never be another time where we are apart,” he murmured against my neck as he kissed his way along the sensitive skin to my ear, pulling my lobe between his teeth. “Tell me we are forever.”
“I’ll always be here, Tate,” I groaned as a hand swept over my hips, dropping dangerously close to where I craved him the most. “You are and will always be my priority, my number one.”
Without warning, he thrust one finger deep in me. Instantly, my body bucked against him and he drove deeper inside me as his mouth continued its assault on my neck. The feeling of his teeth gnawing at my skin and his finger plunging further within me were pushing me to a place only he could take me. Rocking back into his body, I felt the swell of his erection grind against me and heard the break of his breathing.
With one swift movement, I twisted my body to meet his. His hands gripped under my arse and lifted me from my feet, my legs wrapping around his body fiercely and our chests colliding and meeting as one. The water swished around us as we moved to the secluded corner of the pool, hidden away from the rest of the world. My eyes burned into his as the intensity of this moment hit both of us. My heart thundered in my chest; my body ached to be filled with what I had missed for so many months.
“Make love to me, Tate,” I begged as he pushed my back up against the edge of the pool.
He filled me without hesitating, his need for me evident from the groan escaping his lips. I cried out and my eyes slammed shut as the sensation of him filling me completely ripped through my body. He stilled, allowing me to adjust. Slowly, he moved, thrusting in and out, his eyes never moving from mine. Our breathing danced in perfect harmony as the rhythm of our bodies moving against each other increased with each movement. My fingernails clawed at his back as his body pounded into me with fevered intensity. I lifted my hips, begging for him to dive deeper.
“Fuck, Sav,” he groaned as he met my pleas.
Every word and curse that escaped him only fueled my desire for him. I felt my body succumbing to the pleasure being unleashed on to it.
“I’m so close, Tate,” I moaned into his shoulder and bit down into his flesh as the sensation of my impending orgasm drove Tate’s body into overdrive, his grip tightening.
“Come for me, Sav,” he demanded with assertiveness. With one final thrust, my body succumbed to his and I erupted in a wave of pure ecstasy around him.
Soon, his body fell against mine, and with a moan of my name against my neck, his body relaxed as release swept through him. Pulling his face away from my neck, our breathing heavy and broken, he kissed me ever so lightly and I felt the smile of his lips on mine.
“Well I’m pretty sure that’s the best idea you’ve ever had, Savannah.”
My head fell to his shoulder as we remained connected as our breathing settled. He didn’t pull out, and I had never experienced anything more sensual in my life. The water remained calm as we stood in silence, his arms around my waist and my arms locked tight around his neck. Being in his arms and feeling protected and loved was what allowed Tate to make me feel like no one else had.
I pulled my head away from his shoulder and my eyes fell on his face as I looked at him completely. The man standing before me was the one who had found me when I was my weakest, even when I was pretending to be my strongest. He was the one who had fought for me time and time again and hadn’t stopped until he’d gotten me. This was the man who loved me completely for every shattered piece I was and the one and only man I could never imagine living without. I was stronger because of him. I would never truly be Savannah if I didn’t have Tate.
“I figured it out,” I whispered against his lips as I rested my forehead against his. He moved his face slightly so his lips tenderly brushed mine. It was a moment we had both been waiting on for almost four long years.
“It’s about time, Sav.”
Tate
SATURDAY MORNING sunshine filtered through the bedroom, illuminating the spray of blond hair that lay on my bare chest. Saturday mornings were now my favorite. My Saturdays now involved lazing in bed with Savannah until the door of our bedroom would slowly creep open and Max would bounce in and jump on the bed. Looking at the clock beside the bed, I knew we had at least an hour before Max would be joining us.
I still couldn’t believe this was my life. My life now involved living completely and utterly for two other people—Savannah and Max. Nothing else mattered but them. The moment we’d gotten home from Las Vegas, everything had changed. I hadn’t even given Sav a chance to unpack her things in the spare room. I’d wheeled her suitcase to our room and unpacked her there and then. She had sat cross-legged on the bed with a grin spreading across her face as she’d watched me go through all of her belongings and unpack them into the closet. We had since turned that spare room into an office. My life was almost complete. There was just one last thing to do.
I’d never thought I’d deserve this kind of happiness, but now it was a happiness that I couldn’t imagine living without, and it was given to me by a sassy Australian who rocked my world to its core.
“Ahh, it’s morning already?” Sav groaned from beside me. As she buried her face into the concave of my chest, her lips kissed my skin. “It’s too early.”
“It’s seven a.m.”
“Yep. Too damn early.”
I flipped her over and hovered above her as she giggled at my sudden movements. Savannah first thing in the morning was my favorite. Without any makeup, with crazy hair, and dressed in her little panties and cami, she was the perfect speciment to wake up to. A content smile tinkered on her lips as she looked up at me. Fuck, she was beautiful. My fingertips swept off loose blond hair that had fallen on her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. Her skin was awash of California glow. My perfect Aussie girl.
“What are you thinking?” she asked softly.
“I am thinking how lucky I am.”
“Max and I are the lucky ones.” She raised her head slightly, allowing her lips to meet mine in a featherlight kiss.
With a heavy kiss, I pinned her to the bed under the weight of my body. Her legs parted under us as I ground myself into her, driving my body into hers. My cock stirred to life instantly. Her hand moved between us and I moaned as I felt her fingers wrap around me. I pulled my mouth away from hers and found a look of desire flooding her face. Seriously, she loved morning sex just as much as me. Fuck, I was a lucky prick.
“We have about an hour before Max decides to join us. I want to play with this.” Her grip tightened. “And I want you to fuck me ‘til I’m moaning your name into the pillow.”
“You are the best kind of friend to play with,” I growled, my teeth nibbling the flesh of her collarbone. My hand swept down her body with intention roughly pushing a
side her lace panties. There was no time to waste.
The moment my fingers slipped through her already wet folds, her back arched from the bed and a low moan escaped her perfect lips. As she pushed hard against my fingers, I increased the intensity of my stroke. With one finger and then two, I pushed into her, pumping, pushing, and stroking her into oblivion. Her pussy tightened around my fingers and her body shuddered in delight. It was the best sight in the fucking world.
Sav pushed on my chest with both hands, pushing me with determination onto my back. Her body slid down mine, her cami caressing every delicious curve of her body. In one movement, our bodies joined together, her eyes closed as her body took mine. She stilled, straddling my body, my cock so deep inside her that my breath caught in the back of my throat. Her eyes were hooded with desire.
“With every day that passes, I fall even more in love with you, Tate.”
My hands gripped her hips and lifted her. She took my cue. Her body pounded on top of mine, rising and falling, allowing me deeper and deeper with every crash of her body. Her head flung back, her hair cascading down her back. Her chest heaved, her perfect tits bouncing as her body attacked mine. Best morning sex ever.
“Sav, I need to lose myself in you,” I moaned from deep within my chest. Her body clenched around mine and it slammed down on me one last time before she fell on my chest. She buried her face in my neck as her muffled groan rang through the room.
Our breathing danced with each other as we desperately tried to get it under control. She didn’t move from my chest and I was still inside her. “I want to take you out today,” I murmured against the side of her neck.
“Like a date?” she asked, looking up from the confines of my neck.
“Yep. Just like a date.”
SANTA MONICA Pier was splattered with visitors as far as the eye could see. Saturdays were always packed down here, and especially today since California had turned on a perfect day. The shrill of children’s laughter floated through the air, the smell of popcorn took over my senses, and the crash of the ocean near me calmed my increasing nerves by the second.
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