"Fucking Kaiden," I mutter to myself under my breath as he comes to the door, opening it for me and offering me his hand.
"Princess," he greets me, his dark voice so rich and alluring, "your Prince Charming has been waiting."
I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep it from trembling, blinking more rapidly to keep the tears from building in the corner of my eyes. The sun is beginning to set, the clouds in the sky turning beautiful pink and purples, only highlighting how much like a fairy tale this feels like.
He wraps his fingers within mine, guiding me towards the boat that waited for us at the docks. It isn't the same one that we'd been in all those years ago, but it's close. Small and intimate.
He hands me a life jacket, and I laugh, but the look he gives me says not to protest, and I put it on, watching him do the same. It's funny to me to see him being so cautious, especially after all we've been through.
He helps me into the boat, following after me, our knees brushing against one another's as he begins to row us out. He's been silent, and I don't know what to say. I'm a bit apprehensive about being away from dry land, but the water is a brilliant purple, the color of the sky reflected back at us, trees all around and giving us some privacy.
It's not until we're a good ways from shore that he puts aside the oars and looks at me earnestly.
"I owe you an explanation."
"You do," I say, though I'm having a harder time being upset with him.
His being my Prince Charming, my hero... it brings back so many powerful memories, so many memories I'd tried to bury over the years.
"I thought I was protecting you. That's why I ran. This time, the last time... I didn't want to corrupt you, drag you down with me, Abby. Look at me. I'm a mess without you," he says, nervously running his hand through his hair. It's endearing to see him so addled, though I try not to show it.
Instead, I just stare, waiting for him to continue.
"When I left, you were still just a kid. It would've been wrong to stay, to believe that there could've been something between us."
"I was fifteen, Kaiden," I say with a roll of my eyes, "and you were only eighteen. We were both just kids."
"Yea, well, most people aren't going to look at it that way. Especially since... us... we were never supposed to be. Can you imagine what our parents would have said?"
"I try not to," I admit.
"Exactly! And the people of the town? They'd look at me like I was some... predator. So I left, I did the right thing, Abby. I wanted to give you a chance, to be your own person. To find a guy your own age and..."
"And what?"
"I don't know, get together, fall in love. The things you're supposed to do."
Tears flood my eyes, and I don't know if I'm angry, hurt, or just sad.
"I was already in love."
"A crush," he says, brushing it off. "That's... that's all I thought it was, and if I was gone, then you could move on."
My lower lip trembles, but he doesn't stop.
"But I couldn't get you off my mind, and I got fired from my first job. That's when Ryder found me. I was desperate not to come back, not to ruin your life, and he took advantage of that. Groomed me to be his right-hand man, taught me everything he knew. I was only working with him a year when he took me out into the desert and made me watch him shoot his last second, Abby. After that, I knew I couldn't come back and lead him to you."
That was why he stopped visiting?
He reaches out, touching my knee, and I suck in a breath.
"So I did what I had to. I survived, and I tried to find pleasure where I could, but you don't know how bad I wanted to just come home. I told them... I told them my family was all dead. I don't know if they believed me, but that's why I didn't stay after the funeral. It... it was why I didn't want you to live with me, but I just couldn't stand the thought of you being homeless and without anything," he says, his voice breaking.
"I agreed to take the fall for him because I thought it would be easier for all of us. Easier for me. I was selfish. I thought it would make it easier not to see you, but it didn't. Abby, every day since I left home," he says, leaning in, his hand touching my face and wiping away a tear I didn't know had fallen, "all I could think about was you. The way you make me feel."
My lip trembles, and his thumb traces along it.
"Axel told me I had to kill Ryder in order to rescue you, to get out of these charges. That was the deal, but when I got to the house, I couldn't do it. I was trying to figure something else out when Ryder came up behind me. He knocked me out, and the only reason he didn't shoot me was because he said I wasn't worthy of a quick death. That I wasn't half the man his old partner was."
Kaiden's breathing grows heavier, his voice turning husky.
"He tied me up, started cutting me. Said he was going to pull my guts out all slow like, but he must've still been on some powerful sedatives, because his knots were sloppy and I was able to get out and kill him before he got that far."
He licks his lips, his tongue ring glinting and teasing me for a second.
"Axel said he'd let you and me go, scot-free, but Abby, these aren't the people that let things go. This will always be over my head. Always."
I look at him, tears blurring my vision.
"I don't care," I whimper, and he leans in, his hand still caressing my face tenderly. "I don't care about any of that, I just want you! I've always wanted you!"
He shakes his head, and he sounds so sad.
"Abby, I'm not the man you deserve. I can never be your hero, not after what I've done. Not after the things I've had to do."
But I lean in, and I do the thing that I should've done all those years ago.
I kiss him.
Salty tears are shared between us, but I don't care. I can't resist him anymore, I can't deny my feelings and what I want. I tried, and he tried, and we both ended up miserable and shattered fragments of ourselves.
He holds me to him, his hand lacing into my hair as he kisses me with such urgency and passion.
"I should have kissed you that day," he murmurs as we pull apart, his green eyes locked on mine. "I should've just given in. We're no good apart, Princess. Well, I mean, you've done great, but I'm not great apart from you," he says, and I can't help but let out a laugh.
The sun has disappeared, leaving behind a surreal glint to the world as the stars begin to flicker into the night sky, the moon burning bright.
"I can't... I can't handle this alone, Abby. I can't be the man I want to be without you by my side," he says, and he shifts, reaching for something behind him that I hadn't noticed before. It's a small little velvet bag, and he hands it to me.
"Abigail, I know people won't understand us. I know people won't get why we were or how, and they might think we're... sick freaks for what we feel. But I know you don't care, and I don't care. I can't keep you safe if I don't know where you are, and I... There's no light or joy in my life without you, Princess."
I open the little bag and gasp.
A ring?
I pull it out, staring at him with my mouth dropped open. The diamond is round and huge, a classic shape.
"This... is my mom's first wedding ring," he admits, licking his beautiful lips nervously. "She put it in storage once she married your dad, but she could never give it away. For all my mom and your dad had, he was her first love, and it meant a lot to her. I think it's only suiting that I give it to you," he says before shifting.
The boat rocks, and his hands go to either side of my hips, holding me steady as he gets down on one knee.
"Abigail... will you-"
"Yes!" I cry out, wrapping my arms around him, the sudden shift nearly toppling the boat over, and he hugs me tight to his broad chest. I put the ring on my finger, and it glints in the dusky light, looking so elegant and refined.
And then his mouth is on mine, covering me with kisses, his tongue lashing against me, and we're both instantly slaves to the thing we'd denied and run f
rom for so long.
The rocking of the boat inhibits us, but only at first. It wasn’t long before Kaiden’s big, strong limbs have us steadied.
We were lost in each other's lips, kissing and lashing our tongues against one another as he took hold of my hips, squeezing my sides. Those strong, hard hands such a long missed feeling. So familiar even after so long.
The lash of his studded tongue such a titillating thrill.
It's all coming back so fast, so natural. Even though ours was a lust given bloom for only a short while.
It isn’t easy. Our lust is tempered by physics, by our life jackets, by the fact that I just had to wear pants to our meeting. Maybe I thought it would serve as protection against my desires, but instead, it’s just another hindrance that keeps me from feeling his body against mine right now.
I wrap my arms around him, and even the subtle grinding of my hips, that instinctual need, rocks the boat a little bit.
The moon is out in full force, making everything sparkle in its silver hue, giving the world such an enchanting sheen.
“I’ve missed you,” I confess urgently between kisses, my tongue warring with his. “I was so, so mad, but I couldn’t turn off how much I missed you.”
He’s pressing down upon me as the boat wobbles back and forth, and I can feel that big, thick manhood of his pulsating with desire. For me.
With a smack of our lips, he pulls back, looks into my eyes as they glint moonlight.
“The only moment of happiness I’ve had these past few months was when I saw you drive up, back into my life, Princess… Everythin’ before was just passing time, tryin’ to fill a void that couldn’t ever be filled. I need you to be happy, babe, I need you in every which way a man can need another. And it’s ingrained, right down to my marrow.”
His words are deep and husky, so powerful and full of conviction.
He says them all with such passion before he lunges in and kisses me once more, his two big hands rubbing in under my shirt, feeling the swell of my belly before sliding down to work at my pants again.
There's such awe in the way he touches me, the awareness of the life we created in me so significant. But not enough to distract him from the lust we have for each other.
There’s no way either of us can fight it anymore, and my hands are running over his fine, tailored suit. It feels so good, different from the usual hard denim he wears, and it makes my hand eagerly dance over it until they reach his leather belt.
I don’t pause, and deep in my heart, I know we can’t ever leave one another again. We can live without one another, but that’s all we can do.
Just go through the motions.
His fingers are undoing my jeans as I open his suit pants. Clumsily I stand, the boat threatening to tip but he grabs hold of me, guiding me to his lap.
It’s dark, but my eyes have adjusted with the dimming light, and I can see the faint outline of his cock as his pants are pulled away. As thick and large as I remember it.
He guides me on down, helping keep the boat as steady as possible.
Though once that thick crown of his is teasing along my slit and I’m moaning and squirming, we’re wobbling again.
“Easy, Princess,” he husks to me, holding me in his hands, guiding me on down along his shaft, letting me feel that thick girth spreading my pussy open wide again.
It’s so thick! And after so long without him, it’s like the first time again.
That broad shaft splaying my sex open wide, making him groan and shudder until, at last, he’s embedded right to my utmost depths, pulsating wildly with his own desires.
“Ohh Abby,” he husks out, his words so gravelly and hoarse. “I have missed everythin’ about you… but the feel of your cunt wrapped around my cock…”
It was indescribable for us both.
I suck in a deep breath and hold it, just focusing on trying not to tip us over, but I can barely stay still.
He feels amazing, better than I even remembered it, even on those few occasions I couldn’t resist anymore and touched myself to the thought of what we’d done.
My mouth is on his, and he presses back into me so hard that my lips feel sore, but I want more.
I moan into him, the sensation sending little vibrations down my tongue and into his mouth, and we try to sit still, just letting his thickness spread me open.
The rhythmic throbbing of his cock as it impales me is such a damn turn-on. It’s as if that thick pole is really uniting us in body and spirit, down to even the beating of his heart.
I'm worried about how I can ride him like that, but my he takes control.
His powerful hands grip me, one on my hip and waist, the other on my ass. He lifts me up with such ease, my pussy clinging to his cock as I slide up, the two of us moaning.
Then he lets me slide back down, all of those sweet, seductively satisfying motions fully within his control.
“Ohh Princess… we were made for each other,” he growls, rocking me up and down along his shaft a little faster, the smack of our bodies growing as his fingers sink into my flesh so tightly.
“There’s nothin’ in the world that compares to the feelin’ of your lil’ pussy wrapped around my cock… nothin’. Nothin’ felt satisfyin’ while you were away,” he whispers in a husky confession, kissing at my neck, my chest. His dick throbbing wildly within me as we continued to rock from the motions.
“I couldn’t even go back to before, knowing how other women pale compared to you,” he growls, and maybe that’s what surprises me most of all.
I clasp onto his knees, arching my back, and suddenly it’s like an explosion behind my eyes. I don’t know what part of me he was hitting with my body contorted like this, but I like it!
My lips hang open, and I look towards the litany of stars sparkling in the sky, and I feel like I’m soaring with them. Just the lapping of the water against the boat as Kaiden lifts and impales me, bringing me so quickly to a peak that has nearly eluded me since he left.
We’re in such a public place, houses dotting the lake, but it feels like it’s just us, in our own private, perfect world.
I can feel his manhood pulsating, stretching me with each new throb, though all my focus is torn away as he brings his thumb on down to rub at my clit. That hard digit circling my sensitive little bud, prodding and teasing it as he continues to move my whole body, making me ride him up and down with only minimal help from me.
“I need you Abby,” he says in almost a growl. “I’ve needed you all the while you were gone… I need you to make me happy. I need you to get off,” he says through strained words as he moans aloud, his own pleasure mounting so rapidly as I bob atop his dick.
We’re in such a precarious situation, something I’d almost see as comical if not for the fact that I’m running purely on blind passion. Excitement and hope has combined within me along with the carnal passion, and I grind into his hand.
It only takes a few bliss-filled moments for me to hit that point of no return, but when I do, there’s no holding back. There’s no stopping the fact that I’m jerking like a mad woman, that my legs are kicking and I’m holding onto Kaiden for dear life as my orgasm strikes through my core.
Heat rises up between my thighs, wetness coating him as my fragrance becomes richer in the air, and I scream into the night.
“Yes! Kaiden!” My voice is heavy with lust and desire, my entire body exploding in pleasure, all because of him.
He's in control of it all, of me and my movements, of the boat and himself.
Yet as I lost all claim on reality to spasm and climax atop his cock, he soon after joins me.
He arches back his head and lets loose a loud wail, his own feet kicking out as I feel him swell and blow his load into me.
There’s no longer any womb for him to fertilize, because he’d already more than taken care of that. But it’s so satisfying nonetheless, and together we’re lost to a sea of pleasure amid a placid lake of memories.
He buck
s up into me wildly as he shoots each thick, creamy jet of come, and we’re rocking almost as chaotically, the boat precariously close to tipping over as we both lose all our wits.
The passion that unites us, though, is not rational or logical, and we simply use one another’s bodies, so desperate to find the thing that we’d once more turned our back on. Months we’d lost, but our love had only burned brighter in the absence of one another.
There’s no more turning back or denying what we are to one another, what we need to be, and I milk his cock of every bit of come I can, absolutely ravenous to feel his pleasure run through me.
Kaiden lunges for me again, and he’s kissing and suckling upon my neck, the two of us utterly ravenous for each other.
Though in our heedless passion, we lose sight of what we’re doing, and the boat rocks too far…
Just too far enough.
And we’re toppling over into the inky black night waters together, our two bodies still tangled up and enjoined.
It’s only a brief moment of submersion before the two of us bob our heads up above the surface, gasping and wet. The lifejackets make it easy to stay afloat, however, and we’re grinning at each other like foolish kids again.
Kaiden reaches out, wraps his arms back around me and pulls me in close, so our bodies touch once more.
“Can’t say we’re in over our heads at least,” he remarked with dry humor in that most wet of situations.
And even though I’m sullied and soaking, and the uptight little-miss-Princess part of me might’ve been pissed, all I can do is laugh, my wet mouth finding his once more as we entangle our bodies in the water. It’s freezing and my skin immediately goosebumps, but as his tongue presses against mine, I feel like all my cares and worries have simply... disappeared.
Kaiden holds me in his strong arms, and with the aid of the lifejackets and his kicking legs, we’re floating and kissing, making out in the dark lake as we cling to one another.
It’s not exactly ideal, and neither of us seems to know exactly how to screw in a lake at night. Though pawing at each other for warmth and comfort, we manage to find a way to make it work.
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