by Frost, Sosie
Lachlan was right. He was an adrenaline rush wrapped in a dangerous touch and shadowed by my own desires. The brush of his hand fluttered everything inside me. His kiss on my neck tensed my core, already twisting in blissful agony. His thick fingers prodded me. He teased my swollen clit.
This wasn’t a fight-or-flight response. This was complete surrender.
Again and again he flicked his fingers over that little nub. The water rushed around us, tickling and tugging and guiding us deeper into the pool, under the dropping branches of the tree and into the hidden cove that heated our blood and trembled our words.
His cock hardened and pressed into my back. Huge. Wanting. Dangerous. My body craved to feel it again.
Was this a rush…or an addiction to him? I hadn’t had him inside me since Vegas, and yet I slickened and waited and clenched over the memory of it. His fingers could tame my suffocating need, but only his cock could free me in a moment of absolute magic.
His cock rubbed my ass. I pushed back. He liked that. So did I.
I bumped him with my hips and teased his shaft. I ground against his waist and rubbed his cock with every little hump. His breathing hitched again. I grinned. He could touch me all he wanted, but I’d make sure every stroke of his fingers was answered with a wiggle of my ass against his cock. I’d torment him with the same delights he wove over me.
“Fuck, Elle…” He spoke through clenched teeth. “You’ll drown me.”
I panted through my words. “You think you’re the only one who can tease?”
He pinned me close and forced my hips to still. “You’ve been nothing but a tease, Red, but now you’re gonna come for me. Hard. And you’re gonna realize what you’ve known all along.”
“What’s that?”
“That you belong right here, in my arms, getting fucked like an animal by your husband.”
A tempting offer when my blood boiled and core ached for him. My eyes pinched closed. His fingers moved too quick, too fast, too perfectly.
“And if I refuse to come?”
He laughed. “I’d love to see you try. You’re begging for it now. Shaking. Hot. That puffy little pussy is wetter than the damn river.”
“Doesn’t mean…” I bit my lip to silence a moan. “I’ll come for you.”
“Why fight it?” His words lowered, a secret whisper for me and me alone. “Stay with me forever, and your life will be nothing but pleasure.”
His hand slipped on my hip.
I wasn’t letting him win that easily—not even with a lifetime of his skilled tongue on the line.
He didn’t expect me to twist so suddenly. The rush of kicked bubbles tickling against my slit almost pitched me over the edge. I darted away, diving through water that nearly boiled around me.
I sighed. I trembled. I kept a safe distance between him. A few yards. Well beyond his arms.
Because if he caught me again, I’d never escape.
I’d never want to escape.
“What are you?” He laughed. “Half fish?”
“You really want me that badly?” I asked. “Forever? As your wife?”
Lachlan didn’t lunge for me, even as I circled him. “You are my wife, Red. And I’ll be the greatest husband for you.”
“You want me to take your word on it?”
“I’d love to prove it. Over and over again. For a couple hours.”
“Only a couple?”
Lachlan grinned. “For today. After that we’ve got the rest of our lives.”
That thrill was dangerous. I silenced the voice in my head that might have agreed to anything as long as we could seal the vow with a kiss. I dove under the water and surfaced in the safety of my willow branches. Hidden. Secret.
Desperate.
Lachlan’s gasp wasn’t subtle. He had gone under, and I treaded further back, to the safety of the tree roots and rocks. Listening. Waiting.
But I didn’t hear him—only my thumping heartbeat echoed in the woods. That meant he planned something. I spun, hopping onto the boulder to pull myself from the river before he pounced.
Too slow.
Lachlan burst from the water behind me. He launched over my body and we both collapsed on the sun-warmed boulder at the river’s edge.
I stilled.
Lachlan didn’t.
His victorious laugh echoed with a rapturous fun. He pinned me, my stomach on the rock, my legs spread wide under him.
Did he realize how he positioned over me?
My back instinctually arched. We both flinched as his cock struck me, sliding against my offered slit.
“Caught you.”
His words rumbled deep, rasping in need but layered in the warmth of his conquering smile. He bumped his hips forward, and the head of his cock teased me. Too close and not nearly close enough.
“Are we gonna keep Marco Poloing this shit, or did you still want to play games?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. My hips flexed, accidentally bumping his hardness. His fist had captured the length, giving it a quick tug for his own pleasure. I gasped as the head nudged my slit.
I pushed.
The head of his cock, just the barest tip, slipped within me.
Neither of us moved. My breathing shifted, rushed and panting. Just the head stretched me full. I shivered as a breeze brushed through the willow tree. Goose bumps prickled beneath the drops of water rolling from my skin.
“Elle—” Lachlan’s words clipped. “Now I really got you.”
His cock inched inside, deeper and deeper, but not plunging to the base. He waited. Tensing. As if he expected me to slip away from him once more.
He gave me the option.
And I gave him my body.
I bucked my hips, taking the rest of his length in a single, piercing thrust.
And we both nearly came the instant his bare flesh plunged inside me.
Vegas was a blur, but this was so much better than anything we did then. No rubber barrier separated us this time. His cock throbbed inside me, hot and thick and pulsing hard. I felt it all. Every vein. Every curve. Nothing during that weekend had been so intimate.
His growl blended both danger and pleasure into a single breath. Lachlan bottomed out as I took every inch of his monster cock.
It was better than before. Hotter than before. Bigger?
Why had I denied him for so long? I never should have refused his touch or his kiss or the thrusting, overwhelming force of his thickness inside me.
He pinned me against the beautiful shore, hidden from everyone and everything by miles of wilderness and a beautiful, blossoming willow tree that formed our own private lagoon. A consecrated place.
Just for us.
“God, Elle.” Lachlan held me tight, lying over me, one arm snaking around my hips, the other pressed against my chest. He kissed my neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
I shuddered. “About as much as I missed you?”
His breathing broke, and he gasped as he thrust deeper. I clawed at the sun-warmed rock and mewed his name.
He grunted. “Why the fuck did I ever let you go?”
“I’m here now.”
For as long as he wanted me.
His cock couldn’t get any deeper inside me, but his weight pushed me down just right. I spread my legs wider, moaning as his heavy balls slapped hard against my clit.
Was this how it could always be?
Taken and pleasured and desired every minute of every day for the rest of our lives?
“I should have found you after Vegas,” Lachlan whispered. “Should have made you mine.”
I couldn’t hear those words now, not as the tightness in my chest ached with the same intensity of my core.
He was right.
I shouldn’t have left. I should have returned to him.
Even if we hadn’t been married, I’d never felt so connected to any man in my entire life.
Especially when pinned beneath him.
“Say you’ve wan
ted me…” Lachlan thrust hard inside me. Not cruelly, just teasing, on the cusp of desperation and the very edge of his control. “Tell me you’ve thought about me.”
I couldn’t speak. My words wavered. “I’ve thought about this.”
“Tell me you want me.”
Why lie? “I want it…”
“Tell me you need me.”
His cock hit everywhere perfect and sensitive inside me—that rough patch of pleasure that I didn’t know existed until he had found it with a curled finger and dizzying grin.
“I need it.”
“No. Not it.” His thrusts stopped. “Me, Red. Do you need me? Christ. You have no fucking idea how good we could be together. Let me show you. Let me have you.”
It was too much.
I tightened over him, trying so hard not to imagine a moment in the future where this would be our always.
Always in his arms. Always under him. Always on the very peak of a mind-crippling, heart-stopping, absolutely careless orgasm.
“Yes. I need you, Lachlan.”
He roared and fucked me harder, faster, his own peak mingling with mine. His hands dug into my hips raising my ass to pummel me, to strike that spot that made my words shrill into his moaned name.
I clutched the rock as the river lapped at our legs. In that moment, in our secret cove that was kept safe with the heavy willow branches and soft light, I let myself imagine us. Together. Just me and him.
For better or for worse.
Lachlan’s words roughened. “Tell me you want that third date.”
I wasn’t above begging him. “Finish this one first.”
“Oh, I’m gonna finish…” Lachlan pushed inside me as deeply as he could get. “But I want to hear it. A third date.”
I could hardly breathe, hardly think, and he wanted me to grab my appointment book?
“Yes,” I gasped. “Another date.”
“Know what happens at the end of that one?”
“God, I hope it’s this.”
“You’re gonna admit that you’re in love with me, Red.” He lowered his voice. “That you’ve been in love with me.”
I didn’t answer.
Couldn’t let him see how unbelievably right he was.
I bit my lip and trembled. He only laughed, thrusting again. Once. Twice.
“Come for me, Elle.”
He didn’t have to ask. Didn’t have to tease. Didn’t have to demand anything else from me.
I was already his.
I clenched on his cock and gripped him so tight even his own thrusts went still.
He filled me. Completely buried. So deep, so invasive, so rooted in my core.
I’d longed to feel this fullness for so long that the instant I came, I crippled myself in weeping, relieved tears. He slammed inside me, hard and deep, rewarding my trembling body with jet after jet of his own heat.
I cried out, my voice echoing within our private sanctuary. But I didn’t see stars. My vision didn’t go black. I didn’t let myself think or feel or see anything but the beauty of that exact moment in time.
It was safe.
Intense.
Our own perfect infinity.
I savored everything he gave me—the heat of his seed, the thickness of his cock, the confusing and wonderful feelings that bound me to this man.
I came and came and came, each crippling wave fiercer than the last. I let the pleasure consume me. No sense denying the thrill, the connection that would forever bind Lachlan and I as one for as long as we both lived.
I collapsed, and Lachlan growled his pleasured relief. He stayed hard, gently moving within the hot, sticky mess we’d made of me. Only once we became too sensitive did he pull me into the water. I clung to him as he washed away the sweat, dirt, and slickness from my body. He cradled me against his chest, and I rewarded his soft touch with murmurs and kisses along his shoulders.
But Lachlan wasn’t done. He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t trust the mischievous brightness in his eyes.
“You know something, Red?” His hands traced to my slit once more. “Maybe tubing isn’t so bad after all.”
12
Lachlan
The ball didn’t slip through my fingers. Jack’s pass nearly broke my goddamned hand.
I hissed and flicked my wrist as I jogged to a stop. The whistle blew.
Fuck. That didn’t mean the drill was over. It summoned me back to the line. The new team policy stated that players weren’t done with a drill until they had successfully completed it.
So far I was the only idiot to screw it up.
I hustled to the line, rubbing the sweat from my eyes with the hand that didn’t sting. A camera flashed. Elle grinned at me.
“You’ll get the next one.” She adjusted her lens. “But make it really dramatic. I need an epic photo for the Facebook posts today.”
Easy for her to say. “Your wish is my command.”
“See, boys!” Jack pointed at me with the football. “He’s got this husband thing down now. Nod your head, Charming. Give her whatever she wants.”
“Yeah, Lachlan,” she said. “Whatever I want.”
Elle’s skirt hugged her hips, but the ends flared out, whipping in the breeze to reveal a sinfully smooth leg. How was a man supposed to get any work done when she lingered around the camp wearing a tiny scrap of a baby-doll t-shirt? It hugged her curves, and the bright white material contrasted with the inch of bare belly the shirt didn’t cover.
The guys were right. She was all tits with a camera.
And for that, I’d give her anything she damn well wanted.
If I could catch the fucking ball first.
Elle snapped another picture, and the camera clicked louder than the trill of the whistle.
I sprinted fifteen yards down the field and counted the seconds in my head. The route was a timing pattern, and I had to hook back at the right moment for the ball that would already be in the air and aimed for me.
Three. Two. One.
I turned. Too soon. The pass flew over my head. I leapt to grab it. My fingertips grazed the edge, but I fell to the grass. The ball bounced away.
Son of a bitch. That was two missed passes.
The offensive coordinator blew the whistle sharper this time. Any more of this bullshit and Coach Thompson would leave the sled drills with the offensive line to tear me a new asshole.
“What’s wrong, Charming?”
I didn’t need the attitude from Ray, one of our veteran receivers.
He nudged Elle and winked. “Baby, you gotta let him get some rest before practice. Can’t be sexing a man up all night and expect him to do good work in the morning.”
Elle never needed me to defend her. She gave Ray a bit of attitude. “Don’t hate on my man for going all night just cause you nut in three minutes.”
“It’s not about the time, baby.” Ray thrust his hips. “It’s about the ride. I buck my woman like a rodeo stallion.”
“What? Done in eight seconds?”
The team laughed, but I set up for the next pass. Last thing I needed was my wife sticking up for me. I gritted my teeth.
Jack slapped his hand on the ball. “If you miss this one, Charming, you owe us a steak dinner.”
Jesus. How could these fuckers think of food now? I’d blown three hundred dollars in donuts for them this week, but in this heat, constantly running these goddamned drills, I was lucky to have eaten at all. Nothing tasted better than pride, but mine went rancid too quick.
Elle aimed the camera. “Okay, never mind the epic catch. Just nab one, and I’ll make sure you look good.”
Jesus Christ. Now she was patronizing me? What the hell was going on?
Since when couldn’t I run a goddamned route?
I’d been playing football since I fit into pee-wee shoulder pads. All-fucking-state in high-school. Offered a free ride to any college I wanted. I had a Heisman Trophy proudly displayed in my mother’s house.
So why the
fuck did my hands turn to bricks? My legs didn’t communicate with my head, my brain fogged on the damn play, and the pressure beat on me harder than the burning sun.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
I was Lachlan Charming Reed, first-round draft choice. Not some charity case running bullshit drills and failing in front of the entire team.
The whistle blew. I burst into the route. Fifteen yards down. Count from the snap. Hook back.
The ball bounced away before I even turned.
I checked the yardage. Damn it.
I ran eighteen yards. Two extra steps.
My timing was off, and I fucked it up.
“That’s some magic fucking pussy, Elle…” Ray shook his head. “You’ve ruined him.”
She sighed. “Don’t get superstitious now. Remember two years ago? When no one wanted to change their practice socks cause we were on a streak?” She gagged. “We needed real voodoo to clear the smell out of the locker room.”
Ray snickered. “You’re right. Let’s run it again. Throw you down the field. He might be able to hit that.”
“Darn.” Elle snapped her fingers. “And here I didn’t pack my pads.”
“At least you’ve got some underwear on today.”
I set for the ball, but my back stiffened. I stepped towards Ray. “Leave her alone.”
Ray grinned. “Uh-oh. DH is jealous. You get her all night, Charming. Leave us our locker room memories.”
“I said shut it.”
Jack called me to the line. “Let’s go, rookie. We just gotta count together. That’s all.”
“I got it.”
“It’s all right,” Jack said, his voice a little too calming. “These plays take some practice to get right, but we’ll keep working.”
“I said I got it.”
Elle took another picture. I regretted giving her the camera. “One catch, Lachlan. Easy peasy.”
Something snapped in me. I gritted my teeth.
“Yeah? You think? Maybe I could catch the fucking ball if I didn’t have someone in my face flashing a damn camera while I’m trying to learn the play?”