by Piper Rayne
“This here is about me winnin’ you back. I know you had it rough with your mom and for that I’m sorry. But she’s gone now and ain’t nothin’ gonna change that. It’s time for you to get on with your life and I plan to make it so you’re gettin’ on with me. So this...” I gesture to the picnic. “Is just step one in my plan to make you fall for me again. Now, you can be as stubborn as you want but I’m tellin’ you, I’m not gonna stop until you’re mine.”
I held my breath and waited for her to respond. One thing about Reagan was that she could be headstrong and obstinate as an ostrich, so I wasn’t sure how she’d react to my declaration.
“I need to apologize to you for the things I said that night. I didn’t mean them. Didn’t mean to imply that I was somehow better than you in some way. The only reason I said it was so you’d let me leave.”
“Why did you want to leave?” I know the answer, but I need to hear it from her lips if we’re ever gonna be able to make a real go of this.
She sucks in a breath and her gaze darts away for a moment. “I was scared. I was starting to feel things for you that scared me. I was slowly already losing my mom. What if I opened myself up to you and you hurt me? I didn’t think I could take more pain and do a good job of taking care of my mom at the same time.”
I nod and reach across the blanket to take her hand. “I missed ya, honey.”
Tears well in her eyes but I know her well enough that she won’t let them fall. Especially in front of me.
“I missed you, too. Anytime I saw you in passing, I always wanted to apologize, but I could never work up the nerve because if I was in your orbit again, I’d get sucked back in. And if you wouldn’t even let me get a word out because you hated me… I couldn’t take that either.”
A half smile tilts my lips. I don’t smile much but Reagan has a way with me most don’t. “Your apology is fine. Better late than never,” I say.
She pulls her hand from mine and lightly smacks me on the upper arm.
“I have to say, I’m shocked you even still care about me. It’s been so long.” She looks nervous when she confesses.
“Never stopped caring for ya. You just made it clear you didn’t want to know I was doin’ it.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and stares down at her hands. “So there was never anyone special in the time we were apart? I mean, I figured I would’ve heard about it in Buzz Wheel if there was, but we managed to stay under the radar, so you could have with someone else.” She looks back up at me.
I shrug. “Can’t say I never went out with anyone but sure as shit not anyone from town. Don’t need everyone up in my business. But nothin’ special. None of them like you.”
Her shoulders relax and she gives me one of her smiles that makes my heart beat faster.
“Heard you were dating that little dick Devon from the resort though.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Wow. That was years ago, I’m shocked you even know that.”
“I kept tabs.”
She sucks in a breath.
“Gotta say, didn’t like hearin’ that.”
She rearranges her position on the blanket so she’s sitting cross-legged. “It was never anything serious. Turns out the more time we spent together, the more the friend vibe grew between us.”
“Pissed me off somethin’ good when I heard that. Wondered why you’d push me away and then end up runnin’ to him.”
I feel bad for the look of guilt that crosses her face, but I’m desperate to hear her answer.
“He was safe.” She draws in a big breath. “I knew I could never feel about him the way I felt about you.”
A slow smile spreads across my face and warmth in my heart. “Honey, you’re gonna be sorry you said that.” I stand from the blanket and look down on her.
Her eyes flare wide. “Why?”
“‘Cause it’s gonna be a while before you get to eat any of this spread. I’m gonna spread you first.”
I hear her sharp intake of air and her eyelids droop down. Thank fuck I brought another blanket. I reach down into the bag, pull it out, and spread it out away from the blanket where all the food is.
When I turn back around, she’s standing, looking unsure. But I can tell that it’s not about whether or not she wants to do this. Nah, she’s pressing her thighs together and her nipples are hard. It’s because she knows what this means. If we do this, I’m not gonna let her push me away again—ever.
I close the distance between us in two long strides, place my large hands around her waist and lift her up. She knows just what to do. She wraps her legs around my waist and I hold her there with one hand, my other hand pushing into the hair pulled up at the back of her head. Then I bring my lips to hers and it’s like no time has passed.
She moans and surrenders her mouth to mine, letting me fuck her with my tongue the way I plan to fuck her on that blanket once I’m done reacquainting myself with her body. Our tongues slide together, and I squeeze her ass in my hand. I grip her hair tighter as she rubs her core against my abdomen like she needs to feel me.
I end the kiss and murmur against her mouth, “Don’t worry, honey, we’re just gettin’ started. Been years since I had you. I plan to be thorough.”
“Malcolm…” she says on a breathy moan.
She uses my real name. She’s the only one who ever does and she only does it when she’s desperate for me, which tells me all I need to know.
I gently set her down on the blanket. Her gaze tracks to my cock that’s currently trying to bust out of the prison that is my jeans. She licks her lips and I’m done for. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull the condom out and toss it onto the far side of the blanket.
“Someone was confident,” she says.
I shrug. “I never go into battle expectin’ to lose.”
She grins and wastes no time, pulling her shirt up over her head so that she’s lying there in a black lace bra, her boots, and jeans. The tattoo I gave her a few days ago is starting to heal and my cock jerks in my jeans when I fixate on it. I’ll have to be sure not to aggravate it but I’m gonna make this so good for her that she won’t even be thinking about it.
I get down on my knees, placing them on either side of her legs, and reach forward to undo the middle clasp on her bra. I’m happy to see that she still wears this kind. I think they’re hot as fuck the way it pops open and releases her tits.
Her nipples pucker further due to being exposed to the air and I bend down and suckle one in my mouth. Reagan’s hand goes to my head automatically, and I can’t help but chuckle against her skin. She told me once it frustrated her that my head was completely shaved because it didn’t give her anything to hold on to. I told her I’d walk around town with her fingernail scratches on my scalp proudly.
I squeeze her tit in my large hand and bite down lightly on her nipple. She sucks in a breath and then moans, her fingers pressing harder against my scalp. Using my elbows to keep my weight off her, I take each one of her tits in my hands and move my focus from one to the other and back again until she’s writhing underneath me.
I move down her body, trailing my tongue down her abdomen until I reach the waistband of her jeans. Time for these to go.
Moving back farther, I untie her boots and remove them, then undo the button on her jeans and pull the zipper down. I grin when I see she wore matching panties to her bra. Obviously I wasn’t the only one who hoped this might happen.
When I tug her jeans down her legs, she sticks her bottom lip out. “No fair that I’m going to be naked and you’re fully dressed.”
Reaching behind my head, I grip my T-shirt and pull it forward and off. She licks her lips as her eyes take in all the ink down my arms and abdomen. Yeah, she’s still into me.
“What about your pants?” she asks.
I get back down on my knees and spread her legs so that I can rest between them. If I take off my pants, I’ll have no self-control and I’ll be rutting into her like an animal in seconds flat. “Got some
thin’ I wanna do first.”
I take my thumb and press it to her most sensitive spot over top of the lace and move it in a circle. Her back arches off the blanket with a long groan. I grin and move the lace to the side, running my fingers through her slick folds. Fuck, she’s wet. So wet, and I can’t wait to have her sweetness on my tongue again. In fact, what the hell am I waiting for?
I quickly peel her underwear down her legs then settle between her thighs again before spreading her with my thumbs. Her hand rests back on top of my head and I lick her from the bottom to the top, savoring her flavor. It’s like the rattlesnake inside my chest slows, then becomes silent when I taste her again.
I work her with my tongue, taking special care to concentrate on her clit to the point that she writhes under me so much I have to use one hand to hold her in place on her abdomen. I lick, I suck, I plunge, hell, I do everything I know she gets off on and within minutes her back is arching off the blanket and she comes with a ferocity I’ve never seen.
Damn, I’ve missed this woman.
Chapter Seven
Reagan
I come harder than I have in years—maybe ever—and it feels so good because it’s been a long, long time since I’ve come because of anything other than my own efforts.
I’m panting when I slowly open my eyes and see the blue sky and clouds above, feel the sun heating my bare chest. The feeling is indulgent and euphoric, and I bask in it for a minute before I raise up on my elbows to look down at Moose. He’s raising up on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Jeez, that’s so hot. As is he. If anything, he’s only gotten better over the years. He’s even more cut than before and there’s some new ink on him. I want to map it all out like I used to and discover all his new treasures. But there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I just want to get this man naked.
He must be on the same wavelength because he stands without saying a word and then undoes his boots. One by one they thud to the ground, then I watch him undo his pants. His eyes haven’t moved off of me for a second like he’s afraid I’m gonna run away. Are you kidding me? I just got the opening act to end all opening acts. I’m totally down for the main event.
I crawl over to him on my hands and knees while he works at opening his belt. His blue eyes become fierce and his nostrils flare every time he breathes as though he’s trying to keep himself in check while he watches me.
When I reach him, I rise up on my knees and take over for him, popping his button open and unzipping his fly.
“What’re you doin’, honey?” he asks, his palm cradling my cheek.
“What I want to do.” I barely recognize my own voice it’s so laced with lust and desire.
He lets out a low chuckle that sounds like a growl escaped. “Far be it from me to not give you what ya want.”
I grin as I reach up and push his jeans and boxer briefs down so I can pull him out. He weighs heavy in my palm. Moose is so tall that I can’t give him head while I’m on my knees—I just don’t reach. But I use my hand to pump him a few times and watch as he watches me, and it is absolutely one of the hottest things ever.
“Ditch the pants and go lie down,” I tell him.
He doesn’t argue, getting naked in record time and then lying down on the blanket. I crawl up his large, muscled body, letting my nipples drift over his legs as I do. The hair on them rubs against my taut peaks and I moan from the pleasure it entices.
Once I’ve reached my destination, I grip the base of his cock. The first time I ever saw it, I’ll admit, I was scared. He’s big. Like really big. Moose is big and tall and bulky, and everything about his package matches the rest of his body. So no, I can’t take him all the way in my mouth but he’s never seemed to mind.
I pump his rock-hard shaft a few times before I let my lips glide over the mushroom tip. I progressively inch him deeper and deeper in my mouth while I continue to twist my hand around the base.
His hand lands in my messy bun at the top of my head when I groan and I taste his precum. Doubling my efforts, I pick up the pace and he starts thrusting into my mouth, holding me there for a few seconds with his hand on my head. I love being able to get him off like this—it’s such a powerful feeling.
But before I can finish him off, he jackknifes up into a sitting position and pulls me off of him.
“’Nuff of that or I’ll be busting a nut in no time and I’ve got plans for us.” His voice is gruff.
I press my lips together to suppress a smile. “And what exactly are those plans?”
“Why don’t you put that condom on me and find out?” He arches one eyebrow.
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I crawl over to the plastic package he dropped earlier and he lays back down. Then I return to my position between his legs, rip open the package with my teeth, and slowly work it down his length. I’ve just got it to the base when he hauls me up over the top of his waist.
“I wanna watch you ride me. Take your pleasure, honey.” He holds his cock by the base while I position myself over top of it.
I sink down on him and we both groan at the tight fit. Then I slide up again and push down a little farther. I repeat this pattern until he’s fully seated inside of me and then I just hold still and breathe for a moment, adjusting to his size.
There’s a gentleness about his eyes that I’ve never seen from him as he reaches up and fondles my breasts. Panic wells up in my chest, but I force it down. Now is not the time.
He tugs on my nipples as I begin to move. He slides in and out of me and the fullness lights up every one of my nerve endings. I grind myself down on him, getting some delicious friction on my clit, and can’t help but moan.
His large hands drift down to my waist and he sets the pace while he pushes up from under me. His grunts and my moans fill the meadow and probably bounce off the glistening water of the lake.
I’m close and he can tell. I don’t know how he always knows but he does.
He jackknifes up into a sitting position and with one hand still on my hip and one in my hair he kisses me while I grind down onto him. My movements become jerky as my climax nears and then I’m crying out, head thrown back as ecstasy overwhelms me. I squeeze around him and he groans into my neck like it’s just as good for him as it is for me.
Moose lets me catch my breath for a moment then he flips us so that he’s over the top of me.
I love how much larger he is than me. It makes me feel feminine when his large, muscled body is over mine.
He was still inside me when he flipped us, so he thrusts slowly in and out of me. The pace is a delicious torture and my fingernails dig into his biceps.
The way he’s gazing down at me… there’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
“What?” I ask in a soft voice.
“Seein’ my ink on you while I’m inside you? ‘Bout the best damn feeling I’ve ever had.” Then he pulls out and slams into me, and I grunt from the force.
I cry out in pleasure. He continues to hammer in and out of me and his eyes never leave my face. I reach up and run my hand over the side of his neck, over his shoulder and down his arm, over all his sexy ink.
Moose pulls one of my legs up onto his shoulder and plunges in and out of me to hit a spot inside me that feels amazing and overwhelming all at once.
“Oh my God,” I pant.
“That’s right, honey. I want you comin’ again.” He shifts his hips a bit and I lose all control.
I come on a scream and jerk underneath him. He follows behind me seconds later, stilling and holding himself inside me with a few small jerks while he groans.
When he opens his eyes, he bends down and gives me a slow kiss, his tongue running against mine in a languid pace as though we have all the time in the world.
Why does that thought scare me?
Chapter Eight
Moose
Two weeks have passed since our day in the meadow and we’ve picked up right where we le
ft off. Actually, we’ve warped sped ahead and now she’s at my place or I’m at her place every waking moment we’re not together.
I’m on bouncer duty tonight, so I’m just stopping by her place with Wok 4 U so we can have dinner together before I take off.
I give two swift knocks on the door with my hand and cringe when the pain in my side flares up again. It’s been bugging me for a couple days now, and I think I must’ve pulled a damn muscle in my workout.
Reagan calls out for me to come in, so I twist the handle with the hand that’s not holding the takeout, then open it and go inside, finding Reagan in her kitchen leaning against the counter and looking down at her phone. It’s clear to me that she’s not pleased—her lips are pursed and there’s a crease at the bridge of her nose.
“What’s up?” I set the takeout on the kitchen table and walk over to her.
“Did you see this?” She holds her phone out to me and I take it from her.
She’s reading something on Buzz Wheel—the local gossip blog that snitches on everyone’s comings and goings in Lake Starlight.
LAKE STARLIGHT BUZZY WHEEL
I think we can all agree that Reagan Hastings hasn’t had it easy these past few years, but it seems like things may be turning around. Rumor is she and Moose have been getting pretty cozy lately. Not only was there a motorcycle ride a couple weeks ago, but they’ve been spotted at the other’s house this week. Could love be in the air for these two? Maybe Raegan has turned our Lake Starlight’s resident grumpy biker into a gentle giant? Either way, we’ll all have our eyes and ears open to see how this budding relationship turns out.
I pass her phone back with a shrug. “That’s not so bad.” I’ve certainly seen worse, more invasive stories on that damn thing.
Doesn’t seem like Reagan shares my thoughts though, because she’s looking at me like I’m insane.