“So, have you ever brought one of your boyfriends up here?”
“No. I didn’t have a lot of boyfriends, Guy.”
“No?” He intentionally tilted his head as he furrowed his brows and took her wine glass, setting it behind him. “Well, it would be terrible to have this,” he lifted his arm toward the setting sun, “go to waste. Don’t you agree?”
A blush crept over her cheeks, the pink mimicking the hue of the sky. “What are you talking about?”
He pulled her closer and stroked her abdomen as he leaned in for a kiss. “I’m talking about being one with nature.”
“Guy,” she whispered over his mouth, “there are still houses around here.”
He knew what was around; he’d scoped the area on the ride up and as they set up. The closest houses were buried in a ton of evergreens, a football field away. “So? They won’t care.” He laced kisses on her neck, pulling at her jacket and sweater to gain more access. Her pulse thumped under his lips.
“What if I care?” she said between sweet little breaths.
“Do you?” His hand slipped under her sweater to her warm, silky skin. “I mean, they may or may not see you, but if I’m giving you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had, would it matter?”
Her breath hitched softly.
“With darkness closing in on us, no one would be able to see anyway. Only if you screamed my name…”
“I don’t know, Guy.” Her words came out breathy.
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s make out a little. Pretend we’re in high school, trying out new things with each other. If you want to stop, we stop. That simple.” Hopefully he could convince her otherwise once she started warming up.
She bit her lower lip playfully, looking so delectable he could barely hold himself back. “Were you a bad boy in high school?”
His grin widened. “If you were in my class, I certainly would’ve been.”
She giggled. “What would a nervous teenager do in a moment like this?”
“Lie back.”
As she lay on the blanket, Reed pushed aside the food containers, then positioned himself over her.
She smiled under him, her hair spread out around her head on the blanket. He twirled a few strands around his fingers, and let the apple-scented shampoo linger up to his face. She sighed when he returned to kissing her neck, pulling on her sweater’s neckline. She moaned as he slipped a hand under the soft fabric and danced his fingertips over her stomach.
The hem of her sweater rose. He distracted her with kisses trailing up her neck, her jaw, to her lips, diving in with a emmence longing. He pushed the garment higher, revealing her lace-covered breasts. His lips quickly laid claim to a nipple peaking underneath. She moaned but didn’t say a word. He worked her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. After a few beats, he switched—his mouth laving and sucking one nipple and fingers on the other.
She squirmed beneath him, those beautiful mewls of pleasure urging him on.
Wordlessly, he grabbed the second blanket and unfolded it. Without objection, she allowed him to help her out of her jacket and sweater, then quickly covered them with a blanket tent.
His dick surged behind his jeans, starting to feel uncomfortable.
Her hand tunneled between them and cupped his raging erection.
“Fuck, Skye. What I wouldn’t give to have your hands on me.”
She paused a fraction of a second, deliberating. Then, she eased open his fly and reached for him under his briefs.
Searing heat surged his body.
Gee-zus!
She stroked him slowly, and he unwittingly groaned into her mouth.
In a brave move, he pulled down her bra straps, revealing her delicious tits. He broke the kiss and sucked in a hard nub, roaming his tongue freely over her sweet skin.
She controlled her moans, stifling the sound to prevent anyone from hearing. But no one would, not out here. He was certain of it.
Balancing his weight on one elbow, he focused on her pants, loosening enough to make room for his hand. Watching her face, he slipped his fingers under her lace panties, sliding a digit through her slit.
“Ah.”
“You feel incredible, Skye.” Her wetness coated his finger and the back of his hand from her panties. He could drive into her this instant, but she had to want it, too. To want to be taken outside like this.
He couldn’t say why, but he wanted her naked. Out here, just for him. Feeling only him pleasuring her, thinking about only him and how good they felt together. How connected they were. Even if they couldn’t have forever, they could have now. No barriers between them.
And he didn’t give a flying fuck if anyone watched. This was his woman. He would show her how sweet it was to indulge in unadulterated pleasure, giving herself over completely to the sensation.
His mouth lapped and suckled her breasts as he gently tugged at her garments, making more room.
“Guy,” she whispered.
He glanced in her eyes, but her protests were weak. His mouth trailed down her torso, dipping his tongue into her navel. “Let me taste you, Skye. We have the blanket to cover you.”
The blanket would shield them, but frankly, in another few minutes, the sunlight would disappear completely. The moon and stars already flickered in the open sky.
She nodded.
That was all he needed. He lifted and grabbed her waistband, panties too, and dragged them off her legs. Her head darted left and right.
He yanked the blanket over him and crouched down between her legs, his hand lifting her hips to his mouth.
He loved her smell. The musky, intoxicating scent of her sex better than any drug. He lapped at her pussy and clit like it was a sweet, ripe fruit ready to drip everywhere.
She moaned and panted. “Guy.”
He groaned and suckled her clit, increasing the pressure.
Her little shriek coupled with a tightened grip on his hair.
Oh, that sweet combination stretched his dick another inch against his zipper. He would relish making her come out here. Maybe twice.
He lifted his torso and returned to her lips. He tangled with her tongue, diving as deep as he could. A desperate, needy kiss that hinted of the urgency of lovemaking still to come. “Push down my pants, baby. If you’re a little naked, I should be too.”
She grinned, her blue eyes looking nearly black in the night. Her flushed face, all pink from arousal, turned him on so bad. She reached for his jeans and briefs, pushing them beyond his ass.
Close enough.
He slid back and pushed her legs wide, hearing the clank of containers behind him. He ate at her, cherishing her moans and wiggles under his attention. He reached back and fished out a rubber from his pants pocket.
He drove two fingers into her wet channel, curling into her sweet spot.
Her body twitched, and a gasp escaped her lips. She covered her mouth with the edge of the blanket, muffling the moans. She was incredibly close.
He stretched up his arms under her back, unhooking her bra. He flung it to the side, pulling back some blanket in the process. He cupped her breasts while his mouth made love to her pussy.
Her hips lifted, grinding against his face. A surge of liquid heat filled his mouth, signaling she’d tipped over the edge.
He twisted her nipples and pressed harder against her clit, letting her writhe and moan through her orgasm, panting out his name.
When she was done, her cheeks so red and that hazy, drunken look on her face so exquisite, he rose and whipped off his shirt. The blanket fell behind him, and he didn’t pull it back. Instead, he laid his body against hers, chest to chest, and let his cock wedge at her entrance.
“Do you want me to stop?” Please don’t say yes. He’d never been harder in his life. The ache was almost painful; he needed inside her so badly.
“You’re crazy. You know that, right?” She grinned.
“I want to hear you, sweetheart. It’s dark now. No one can see us. Make all the no
ises you want. I want to hear you come again.”
She glanced around again, then nodded.
Thank God.
He pushed into her, full to the hilt.
Her pussy was so damn hot, so tight, he swore he’d just slid into heaven. He couldn’t hold back his moan. Her sweet voice mingled with his in the sexiest moan in the Cascades.
“God, Guy. You feel so good.”
He thought the same thing about her, but the words were stuck behind a lustful haze. He didn’t dare speak until he was sure he wouldn’t explode right then. He could still taste her on his tongue, that tangy sweetness of her nectar.
“Mm,” she hummed, her hips rocking into him.
He grabbed the blanket and bunched it under her ass, changing the angle. With a slow pump at first, he increased the pace with every thrust.
“Ah.”
He then grasped her hands above her head, lacing their fingers together. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.”
She did, hooking her ankles together behind his ass.
He pumped steadily, holding back his own climax until she was ready. His whole body shook, and hot sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he strained to keep from exploding. The darkness settled around them, but her creamy skin and flushed cheeks were still visible in the moonlight. He arched his back, scanning her body, watching their joining. “You’re beautiful, Skye. Breathtaking.”
He increased his thrusts, adding more power and speed.
“Unh,” she breathed. She pressed her lips closed, stifling her moan.
“No, baby. Let it out. Let me hear you.” He thrust again.
“Ah,” she called out louder.
Her breasts bounced with their lustful rhythm.
He could barely hold back, and he dug his toes into the blanket.
Her eyes widened. “Oh. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He claimed her mouth while pumping into her, then pulled back, eager to hear her cries of pleasure.
Her eyes pinched closed, her mouth gaped, and she bowed her back.
“Ah, Guy,” she cried the sound echoing off the treeline. Her muscles tightened around his cock.
His tempo faltered, hearing the wrong name in that moment. But her sweet body squeezed around his dick in the hottest, searing vise, making him forget to feel guilty. He released his own built-up tension. Fireworks exploded from his groin out, radiating to every cell in his body.
He collapsed, bracing his weight on one forearm, panting into her shoulder.
“How did you do that?” she panted out.
“Do what?” He lifted to meet her gaze.
“Get me completely naked out here.”
“Baby, I didn’t get you to do anything. We did it.”
“Ha,” she barked out. “You really are a secret bad boy. If only I’d known you back in high school.”
He yanked up the blanket to cover them against the chill in the air, then kissed her sweetly. “You bring it out of me. I love breaking the rules with you.”
Her face turned placid.
“We are explosive together, sweetheart. I want it to feel that way every time we’re together.”
He wrapped her close, laying skin-to-skin, gazing at the stars above. His mind wandered to the idea of what if he had known her back in high school. He was a total computer nerd back then. Completely introverted and focused on having fun and causing havoc behind the screen. Blonde bombshell she was, no doubt she wouldn’t have given him a passing glance, let alone be interested in these kinds of sexual interludes with him.
But damn, she would’ve been tempting. Perhaps enough of a reason for him to step out of his digital, black-hat world and try a normal adolescence for a change.
But then again, if he’d done that, he would’ve never been recruited by Joe in the first place. Which meant he would’ve never joined the DEA as a cybersecurity expert, exchanging the black hat for a white one. Joe might never have died if it weren’t for Reed screwing with the cartel’s money. Ultimately, he never would’ve met Skye.
The sequences of his life choices that led to this moment blew his mind.
“Wow,” he muttered aloud.
“I know,” Skye answered.
He squeezed her tighter against his side. Damn, he wanted this. Every single day. Every morning waking up to this face. This feel of her soft body against his. But he’d already screwed it up. The whole time she kept using his alias. He cringed inside each time he heard it. He wanted her to say his real name. Which meant if he ever divulged the truth, she would run. Faster than a flash boil.
Shit.
This relationship was already doomed. Just as he started to care for her so deeply, it actually hurt inside. Unless he could salvage it somehow. When he told her the truth, he had to show her that his one lie was for a greater good. Getting this vicious cartel scum behind bars. Actually, return to Skye as a DEA hero, even though the very idea of white knights had previously irritated him.
There was more than one way to be a hero.
Maybe he could convince her to forgive him for the few lies he had to tell to avenge Joe’s death.
Which meant he had to catch the fucker first.
He kissed the side of her head, savoring this sweet moment for a little longer. He’d continue his hunt in the morning. For now, he wanted to imprint this feeling in his memory. Hold her for just a while longer.
Skye’s tedious communications class was so much more bearable with images of the picnic with Guy fluttering through her mind the whole ninety minutes. She’d actually caught herself sighing with pleasure several times during the lecture. Truly on Cloud Nine.
Her shift that morning was just as delicious, with her and Guy stealing secret kisses in the back. When it was time for her to head to class, she desperately just wanted to skip. Spend the rest of the day and into the evening in his bed. But he’d urged her to go to class instead.
“I have work to do too. Go ace your tests, and we’ll celebrate after.”
She wasn’t sure what work he referred to, but she surmised it was housework or learning new recipes.
Finally, her professor finished his lesson, and she scooped up her things to rush out. The twilight sky filled her with warmth despite the crisp breeze as she walked to her car. Normally, she’d head home to make herself a boring dinner, or sometimes spend the evening studying at Lynée’s. But she had half a mind to grab some food on the way back and surprise Guy with dinner in bed. She’d have to text him and find out where he lived. She pulled out her phone.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
Skye looked up at the figure beside her car. She gasped.
Vance.
Her heart hardened in her chest.
He flashed his too-handsome-for-his-own-good smile. The same one she’d fallen for all those years ago. But she was much smarter this time around.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. Making sure to keep distance between them.
“Came to see you.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I wanted to apologize.” He shoved his hands in his hoodie’s pockets. Then stepped closer.
Skye stepped back and gripped her keys tighter.
Vance actually winced. Then stopped. “Back at the festival, I came off as pushy and threatening. That’s not what I intended. The new guy you were with put me on my guard. I honestly don’t want any hard feelings between us.”
The tightness in her chest eased. She lowered her defenses a little. At least he was acknowledging his behavior. “That’s good to hear. I’d rather just forget about all that.”
He sighed through a grateful smile. “You look great, by the way. Really happy.”
“I am.”
“Finishing up your degree? You’re close to your last credits, right?”
She pressed her lips together. “No. I still had a few years left. But I was derailed by a hospital stay, thanks to you.”
He lost his smile, and his brows pulled together. �
�That’s another thing I wanted to apologize for. I had some control issues back then. Led to a lot of anger.”
“Which you took out on me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Much of that was because of my dad. He put a lot of pressure on me.”
Skye narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t sure where he was going with this. He wasn’t even enrolled in college at the time, so whatever pressure his fancy attorney-father had put on him had nothing to do with her. “Well, I hope you got that all worked out with him. I need to get going.”
She wanted to step toward her car, but Vance stood firmly between her and escape.
“Actually, I’m seeing a therapist now. The interaction between you and I back then made me realize I needed some help.”
“That’s good, Vance.”
“I’m better now. I really think you’d be impressed.” He stepped closer.
Skye raised her hand. “I’m happy for you. And for whatever girl you end up with, I hope she has a better experience than I did. I need to go.”
“That’s just it.” He smiled at her again, that smooth, charming grin meant to knock her on her ass. “I want you to be that girl. Let’s give us a try again.”
The prickle that raced up her spine, raising the hairs on her neck, landed squarely on the scar on her left shoulder. The pain from that tumble down the stairs re-emerged throughout her whole body. Reminding her in vivid detail why that snake-like smile was a ploy. He hadn’t changed at all.
But for some reason, her feet wouldn’t budge. It was as if her entire body had frozen in place.
He stepped closer. He was so much taller than her, he had a way of making her feel like a helpless rabbit. His hand reached out to grab her elbow and gently pulled her in.
“We were meant to be together,” he muttered softly. “After everything we’ve been through, you were always mine.” He ducked his head to kiss her.
That tug on her arm with his last words snapped her out of her prey-state. She ground her feet to the pavement and grabbed his hand. In one quick jerk, she bent his hand back, nearly breaking his fingers. Then she yanked it down hard.
Vance howled.
She spun around him to keep his torso away from her but kept his arm and hand bent awkwardly behind his back.
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