“Oh my God, Jac. You must have been terrified.”
“Yeah. Hated small spaces after that. I think maybe that’s why I chose to work outdoors.”
I look up, around us, the sky, the water, the tree branches skimming the still surface. “Well, you chose a pretty great office.”
“Having you here with me makes it all the more beautiful.”
I smirk. “Sure.”
“I mean it, Aylee. You’re so gorgeous, so unique. So you.”
I want to believe him, I want his words to be true, so I don’t fight them, don’t fight the way his body feels against mine. Instead, I give in.
He must sense the shift in me. My reservations and doubt fade and he lifts me by my hips. I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting to fit against him like a puzzle piece. My arms wrap around his neck, the water is at his hips and sun is on my shoulders, and standing in the river, I feel my fears wash away. I may be scared of drowning in the actual water ... but right now I am perfectly okay with the idea of drowning in Jacque’s eyes.
Chapter Five
Jac
Once she is in my arms, wrapped around me nice and tight, there is no stopping this wave of emotion rising up inside of me. This fucking swell that is my cock. I want her. Bad. And by the way she runs her hand through my wet hair, dragging her swollen lips against mine, I know she wants this too.
Last night I was determined to take things slow - but this is a new day, and I have no reservations about Aylee being in the right frame of mind to make this decision. Tequila isn’t skewing her judgment - we are sober as hell, except maybe a little drunk on desire.
I’ve never wanted anything like I want Aylee. I want to fuck her until I’m mindless with it, until both of our fears are obliterated and nothing else matters but her and me and this moment.
I need to be gentle with her. To take things slow. To make sure this moment means as much to her as it does to me. But hell, as the day turns into evening, my self-control is unraveling quickly.
We talk and kiss and touch, and I know there’s no way I’m ever letting this woman go.
Aylee trembles against me when I kiss her more deeply, but I know it’s more from desire than fear. Her fingers skim my biceps, my chest, my back, touching me, exploring my body, her hands shaking with need.
“I want you,” she whispers against my lips.
“God, Aylee,” I rasp against her mouth. “You have no idea how much I want you too.”
“Then show me.”
Her request is the permission I need. My hands slide down her back, untying her bikini top, tossing it ashore. I hold her against me, my rigid cock grinding into her round ass, her tits press against my chest. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She blinks slowly, her eyelashes so long, her skin so smooth, her body so perfect against my own.
I’ve never thought of myself as a romantic person, but I want to be for her. And even though there’s no candlelight, or music playing in the background, the stars are our flames, and the crickets are our orchestra. And I feel like something inside of me has shifted.
Every kiss, every touch marks a part of my soul. I nip at her lips and she gasps, kissing me back like she’s trying to take in a breath and I’m her oxygen.
“Jac. I want more.” My name is a gasp as I carry her to shore. I set her down on the sand and spread out the wool blanket I packed, and then take her hand.
“We are totally alone out here.”
She nods, turning around and bending over, slipping her bottoms off her body and my cock stands at attention at her inhibition. She may be a sweet little virgin, but she’s also a woman who knows exactly what she wants.
Me.
“We can take this slow,” I tell her as she turns to face me.
She licks her lips, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Not too slow.”
That pussy of hers is bare, shaved so nice and smooth and I want to kiss those virgin folds, lick her up and down the way she deserves. My cock aches for her, and she knows it.
I take off my shorts and I run my hand over my long thick shaft, growing hard as she steps closer, her breath growing shallow as she watches me stroke myself.
“What do you think?” I ask, taking her hand and setting it on my cock.
“I think you’re a lot bigger than I expected.”
I smile, loving her innocence, but also knowing my cock is built to please. This length and girth can take care of Aylee in a way she has never even considered.
“Come here,” I tell her. “Let me kiss you.”
I run my hands over her perky tits, her mouth on mine. I kiss her deeply, our tongues twirling and exploring. We are starting something here, something real, and I don’t want to rush it. I want to savor this for what it is. Our first time together.
I ease her down on the blanket, spreading her knees as I look her creamy cunt over. She licks her lips, excited. Her nipples are hard and eager, just like my cock.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” I ask, cupping her pussy, sliding one finger inside her tight, hot wetness.
“Yes,” she pleads, squirming against my hand. “More than anything.”
Her words are clear, direct, and my desire is focused on her alone. “I’m going to fuck you silly, sweetheart.”
“Prove it,” she says with twisted lips, but when I begin to rub her sweet little clit, her smirk turns to a moan. “Oh God, Jac,” she murmurs as I flutter my fingers over her silky folds. She swivels her hips as I pleasure her, as I dip my mouth to her pussy, licking her up and down.
“God, you taste good,” I tell her, meaning it. She’s so tight, so wet, and my cock is so fucking ready to come home. But I need her to get off first. I need her pussy to warm up so I can fit.
She writhes under my hand as I finger fuck her, as I drag my mouth over her mound, sucking and teasing and making her creamy slit drip with need.
“Oh Jac,” she moans. “Oh God, oh...”
Her knees buckle and her back arches and I give it to her good, the way she needs and in that moment our eyes meet, and I feel a shock, a volt of electricity, a goddamn charge. Aylee is mine. This innocent sweetheart is mine to protect, to shelter, to cherish. And I will take good care of her - starting with her pussy.
“Come for me, baby,” I tell her. “Come hard, sweet one.” She lets her knees drop as I finger my virgin the way she craves.
“Oh Jac, yes, yes, ohh yes!” Her words are laced with need and I won’t make her wait. Not anymore. I move on top of her, ready to fill her completely.
“That was more than getting your toes wet, wasn't it?” I tease.
She closes her eyes, her body still trembling from the orgasm that rushed over her. “I’ve never gotten wet like that before,” she admits, a grin playing on those sweet lips.
“Just wait until I fuck you, Aylee, you’ll be dripping for me.”
Chapter Six
Aylee
When Jac pulls me on top of him, I do as I’m told. “This way,” he tells me, “you’ll come harder. And I know you need it. You need to get off heart, mind, and soul.”
“Whatever you say. You’re the expert guide, aren’t you?” I say, smiling down at him. This feels so right, and with him, I feel safe, protected.
He runs his hands over my bare back, my ass, lifting it up ever so slightly as I begin to ease down on him. “I’ll take you wherever you want to go, Aylee.”
I close my eyes, letting this moment wrap around me. “I want to go to the edge, Jac. The very edge.”
He thrusts deep inside me until I am screaming out in pleasure, in pain, in passion. My voice doesn’t sound like my own.
His cock is buried so deep inside me that I fall over, my palms press to his chest as he takes me where I begged to go.
“God, Aylee,” he groans, thrusting inside of me, his fingers threading through my hair, tugging on the strands as I move my hips against his capable body.
It feels so good being on top of him, like I
can conquer any fear - and right now I am. I am no longer a virgin; I am a woman who knows what it means to be taken by a man.
And Jac is no ordinary man. He moves inside me, knowing how I need it, fast, then slow, our bodies finding a rhythm I could have never dreamed up. It’s more perfect than I ever could have planned. Alone in the woods, on the river’s shore, just the two of us. And I am losing myself in him, completely.
“I’m so close, sweetheart,” he tells me as he thrusts deeper, the pressure mounting in my belly, rolling over my skin.
And so am I. Pleasure builds until I’m bursting with it. I lean down, kissing him as my body explodes in ecstasy.
Jac wraps his arms around me, rolling me onto my back and he fills me up, pumping his thick cock inside me, filling me with his own release, and I moan in the delight of it all. I’m completely undone and put back together all at once.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “God, you’re incredible.”
I laugh, my breath shaky and yet so absolutely sure. I lie in his arms until our breathing has returned to normal and I’m no longer trembling.
“Let’s get washed up in the river,” he says, taking my hand and helping me stand.
He slaps my bare butt playfully and I turn to him laughing, my arms wrapping around his neck.
“Is there more where that came from?” I ask, remembering his words at the bar.
“Anything you want, Aylee.”
Those gorgeous brown eyes of his are on me, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. And with him, I feel like I am.
“Anything?” I lift an eyebrow.
“I’m a man of my word.” He brushes his lips against mine, then says against the shell of my ear, “What is it you want?”
I lick my lips for the first time in my life, really knowing what I want - him.
“I want to do this all day and all night.”
“So you liked it?” he asks, grinning and lifting me up, carrying me to the water.
“I loved it,” I tell him, looking into the eyes of the man I know I never want to lose. I just found him, and I don’t plan to let go.
* * *
“I’m totally falling for him. Hard,” I tell Jo, flopping down on her couch, then taking the glass of iced tea she offers me.
“That’s great, isn’t it?” She sits beside me, placing a hand on the swell of her stomach. Her cheeks are flushed, and I understand why people always say women glow when they’re pregnant, because Jo totally does. She looks so freaking happy, and the feeling is contagious.
I’d never spent a lot of time thinking about having kids. But I realize now that it’s because I’d never met anyone I’d ever wanted to settle down with.
Until Jac.
Which is a totally crazy thought, because we hardly know each other. But when I woke up in his bed the first morning after we slept together ... it didn’t seem so crazy. It felt right. It still does, a week later. It’s all so new.
“Yeah, it is great,” I say. “It is. But it’s scary. You knew Luca your whole life. But Jac and I—”
“Don’t do what we did,” she says, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. “We wasted so many years because we were both too scared to lose each other.”
“But you’re so happy now.”
“Yeah.” Her smile could light up a whole city. “We really are. But I’m just saying that sometimes you just know. I’m not sure if I believe in all that soulmate stuff, or even in insta-love, but I do believe that some people just fit together, you know?”
“I do,” I admit, because it’s how I feel about Jac. In so many ways we’re different, but it’s like a part of me belongs to him. Maybe it did the moment we met.
My phone buzzes with a text message and my lips twitch in a smile when I see Jac’s name on the screen. I squint to read his text.
Jac: Let’s dive in head first. It’s time.
Time for what? I swallow, showing Jo the phone screen. “What do you think that means?”
“Maybe he means he wants to make this thing between the two of you the real deal.”
“I already know he isn’t seeing other people. And I’m not either, obviously.”
“If you’re unsure, ask him what he means,” Jo says matter-of-factly. “No playing games here.”
Me: Is this a typo?
Jac: LOL. No. I want to help you face your fears. Let me take you rafting.
I twist my lips, feeling slightly let down.
“What did he say?” Jo asks. I show her the phone. “That’s a good thing, Aylee. It means Jac wants to help you be the best version of yourself. You’ve been wanting to overcome this fear since as long as I’ve known you. Maybe Jac entered your life at just the right time.”
I take another sip of the iced tea. “He already helped me overcome one fear - being with a man. Maybe that is enough?”
“Or maybe,” Jo says. “It’s just the tip of the iceberg. Maybe he is the perfect person to help you move on.”
“I like him so much though. These feelings are so real. And I don’t want to look ...” I groan, hating the way my words sound.
“Don’t want what?”
“To look stupid. I don’t want Jac to think I’m the wrong kind of girl for him. He probably wants some athletic marathon runner. Not a girl who likes cute clothes and accessories.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it though? We’re opposites.”
“Opposites attract for a reason. He knows you like fashion - and yet he still went to The Barn to meet you. He likes you for you, at least from everything you’ve told me.”
“It’s just that I really like him, Jo. Maybe too much.”
She shakes her head, not having any of it. “No such thing as too much. But maybe if you two go out today, you can tell him this. All of it. The insecurity and doubt and that you need to know where you stand. Tell him how you feel.”
I groan at the way she is simplifying something as complicated as my heart. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“And what if he says he doesn’t feel the same way?”
Jo squeezes my hand. “Then he’s an idiot.”
I pick my phone back up, thumbs on the keypad.
Me: Sounds like it’s time for me to face my fears.
Jac: Is that a yes?
Me: Yes. As long as you are at my side, I think I can do this.
Jac: I’ll be with you every step of the way.
I set down my phone, smiling. Jo is looking at me with a quizzical expression.
“What?” I ask.
She laughs. “Aylee, you’re more than falling for him. You love him.”
I bite my lip, unable to say anymore.
Because my best friend knows me better than anyone. And she is absolutely right. A week with Jac is all it took. I will follow him wherever he guides me.
Chapter Seven
Jac
I’m falling for the woman.
Or maybe I fell the moment I saw her.
But I know I want to experience everything with her. To push her to her limits. Help her overcome her fears. Which is why I’ve pushed this rafting trip on her.
Just her and me, two days on the river, camping under the stars at night.
What could be more perfect?
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She’s trembling slightly as I make sure her life jacket and helmet are secure.
“We’re just doing one of the easy routes. You’re with me.” I pull her close, kissing her softly, then tease, “I’ve never lost anyone, and I don’t plan on losing you.” Ever, I want to add.
It’s insane how much I care for her. Hell, I’ve only known her for a short time, but I can’t imagine my life without her. She makes me open up. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been holding back, until her.
And I want to do the same for her.
“You ready?”
She gives a small nod, and I take her hand as I lead her tow
ard the raft.
“You can do this,” I tell her, helping her in. “You’re brave.”
She sucks in a shaky breath. “I don’t know about that. I’m freaking out right now.”
“If you don’t want to do this—”
“No. I want to.”
I squeeze her hand, loving that she trusts me with her fears. I don’t plan on letting her down.
We’re only on the river for two hours when we approach our first stop. There’s a yurt, with a lunch set up. And when I help Aylee from the raft, she’s not shaking as much as she’d been earlier.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Not as scary as I thought.”
I kiss her before pulling the raft up on shore. I take her hand and help her from the boat. “You were so great out there,” I tell her, meaning it. There is something about this girl that constantly surprises me, and honestly, watching her fight her deepest fears tells me she can overcome anything that life might throw her way. And that is the kind of woman I can see myself with forever. A woman who doesn't let life pull her down.
I never grew up with a family, with parents who loved one another. And I told myself if I ever fall in love, it will be one time, with the right person. And when I’m with Aylee, it feels like I found her. Like I found my person.
“You okay?” she asks, taking my elbow as we walk to the yurt.
I blink back my emotions. “Yeah, I’m good.” I stop walking and take her in my arms. “I just have to say this - but when I’m with you, the world makes sense. I don’t feel restless. And I know we just met but Aylee, I’m falling for you.”
Her eyes light up and she stands on her tiptoes and pulls my face to hers. “Good, because Jac, I’m falling for you so ridiculously hard.”
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