by Ward, Alice
He turned to me in surprise. “What?”
“You’re right,” I said again. “And I appreciate the sacrifices you’re making for me. I just wish…” my voice faded and I bit my lower lip.
James turned around to face me. “You wish what?” he asked softly.
I tilted my head to the side and gave him a bashful smile. “I wish that the last time we were together, I’d known it was our last time together. I’d have paid more attention… appreciated it more.”
James’s eye softened and he relaxed his shoulders. He studied me for a moment before speaking. “I wish that too…”
I crawled over to him and looked into his eyes. “We could take care of that… we’re in the middle of nowhere… and our parents aren’t married yet.”
“You have a point there,” James agreed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lowered my mouth to his. The touch was soft at first, then grew more passionate as our tongues danced to a rhythm as ancient as time.
James pulled away. We yanked off our boots and jeans, kicked off our underwear, and fell back into each other’s arms. James pulled my t-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra with one hand. We lay down side by side on the blanket, our hands and mouths exploring each other’s bodies for what may have been the last time.
“You’re so beautiful, Willow,” James said, stroking my face. “No matter what happens, always remember that.”
I kissed him again, trying to memorize the taste of his lips. James rolled away from me and retrieved a condom from his backpack. He unwrapped it, rolled it down his cock, and turned back to me. I fell into his arms and threw one leg over his hips.
“I don’t know how I’ll live without you, Willow,” he said as he drove his cock into me.
I’m never going to let you find out.
I kissed James’s neck as we slowly moved together on the blanket. He sucked my earlobe and we made slow, quiet love as a gentle, welcome breeze blew across us. I pushed James onto his back and climbed into his lap. He bent his knees and I leaned back against his legs as I ground into him. James sat up and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he dove for my breasts. I bounced up and down, taking and giving. He sucked my nipples in turn.
“Your cock feels so amazing,” I moaned. “I never want to let it go.” I grabbed a handful of James’s hair and squeezed my pussy muscles around him.
James let out a long sigh. “You know I love it when you do that,” he moaned. “I never want to be let go…”
I planted my feet on the ground and pushed myself off of his cock. I let all but the tip slip out, and hovered motionless above him. “But that’s exactly what you want. This has to be the last time, remember?” I whispered. I lowered myself down on his shaft, rocked my hips in a circle, and then rose again.
“Are you sure you want to give this up?” I sank down, circled my hips twice, and rose again, teasing James to his limit.
“Willow, please,” James gasped, thrusting his hips upward. “You know I don’t want to give you up… I’m sorry, I was wrong… please…”
I slammed myself down onto his cock and rocked my hips back and forth against him. James wrapped his arms around me, rolled forward, and laid me on my back. He thrust into me, wild and unrestrained. His urgent, animalistic movements spurned me on, and I bucked against him just as forcefully.
“God… I’m going to come,” James moaned, his breath heaving from his chest.
“Come with me, baby,” I demanded and he did, his cock spasming in release inside me.
I watched his face as he came, heard the cries of his passion and felt his breath on my skin as I memorized this beautiful moment. Then I crashed with him, tumbling over the edge as waves of pleasure washed over me. I cried out and he took the sound into his mouth, his lips pressing against my own as my juices gushed over him and he collapsed on top of me.
We lay there for long moments, our mouths touching, our bodies still connected. He rolled over and spread out on the blanket beside me.
“You’re playing dirty, Willow,” he said, gasping for breath. “You knew I’d agree to anything, the way you were teasing me.”
I grabbed a fresh bottle of water and took a long gulp. “I know,” I nodded, passing him the bottle. “You can take it back if you want.”
James shook his head and pulled on his boxer shorts. He pulled a clean t-shirt from his back pack and tossed it to me. “I don’t want to take it back. I thought I was doing the right thing, walking away from you. But I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough.”
I gave James a soft kiss and pulled his t-shirt over my head. “I know it will be hard. But I really think we can find a way to make it work.”
James lay back down on the blanket and I curled up on his chest. “I don’t think we should say anything about this,” he told me. “Let’s wait until the races and the wedding are over. Once everything else settles down, we’ll find a way to tell everyone about us.”
“Speaking of the wedding, we still have an awful lot of planting to do,” I reminded him. I moved to sit up and James pulled me back down into his arms.
“We’ll get to it,” he told me. “I’m exhausted. I just need to lay here for a few minutes.”
I nuzzled back into his chest, and we drifted off to sleep.
***
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”
I opened my eyes and found Bradley sneering down at us. I jumped up and James stirred awake.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, reaching for my jeans. James stood up and moved between me and Bradley.
“Dad and I stopped by to see Cole, and he mentioned that he’d expected the two of you to be back by now. I was worried, so I volunteered to check on you. My, oh my. How will I describe what I just walked in on?”
James glared down at him, but we had no defense. We’d literally been caught with our pants down.
“Bradley, this isn’t what it looks like,” I insisted. I pulled on my jeans and stared down at the blanket, searching for an excuse.
Bradley snorted. “Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like. Tell me, Willow. Isn’t inbreeding frowned upon in the thoroughbred world? I wonder what all of your fancy horse friends will think when they find out that you’re screwing your stepbrother.”
“You bastard,” James growled. “It’s our word against yours. Everyone that matters has seen that video of you forcing yourself on Willow at the Derby. No one will take you seriously.”
Bradley gave us a wide smile and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I snapped a few pictures before I woke you up.”
The color drained from James’s face and I felt like I was going to pass out.
We’re trapped. He’s going to tell everyone and it’s going to be a disaster, just like James warned.
Bradley slid his phone back into his pocket and gave us a devilish grin. “Now, I’ll be happy to keep this whole incident to myself… as long as you do exactly what I say.”
End of Part 2
To Be Continued in Part 3…
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