She rolled her hips up, giving me room to pull her shorts off all the way. I dragged her underwear down with them too.
“I wanted to be there when you walked off the stage.” I kissed one of her thighs. “I wanted to kiss that big smile on your face.” I pressed my mouth to her other thigh. “I wanted to celebrate with you that night.”
“I thought of you the whole night.” She tangled her fingers in my hair as I laid kisses higher, getting close to the pussy my mouth watered for.
I lifted one of her feet and set it on the edge of the seat. Then the other. I pushed her knees to the side.There it was. Her sweet pussy. Wet and glistening for me. Our chemistry could never be denied, but our dreams were too different.
I charted a path with my mouth toward her slick center and I settled in.
She groaned and I tugged her closer to my mouth. I circled her clit with my tongue the way she liked.
When her needy moans got stronger, I pushed two fingers inside of her.
“Oh god, Rhys.” Her ass was at the edge of the chair and she’d put her feet on my shoulders.
I pumped in and out of her, looking up her body to her hooded eyes and her flushed face. “You’re going to remember this. Every time you’re on stage. Every time you put that microphone close to your mouth, you’re going to feel my lips on you.” It had killed me when I’d thought she’d moved on and forgotten me. I had moved on, but I’d never forgotten her. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t.
I put my mouth on her clit and sucked while steadily thrusting in and out. Her walls clamped around my fingers. She was so fucking ready but the urge to come with her washed over me.
I ripped my fly open with my free hand and shoved my pants down. The clasp dug into my flesh, but my erection finally popped out. I rose, pulling her with me.
She twined her arms around me and planted her mouth against mine. I turned and planted my ass on the seat. She straddled me and slid down my length, both of us unwilling to take any more time.
The chair rocked and the back whacked against the cabin, but I didn’t fucking care. I had her for tonightand nothing was stopping me from consuming this woman.
June gripped the carved wooden backrest and rode me. Soon enough, we got into a rhythm with the rocking of the chair and her movements up and down.
I yanked her shirt off, then reclaimed her mouth. Her flavor landed on my tongue and I couldn’t get enough. I put a hand between us. This wasn’t going to take me long and I needed both of us to come together. I couldn’t say why. We had the whole fucking night, but it was going too fast. Forever wouldn’t be enough with June Kerrigan.
I let my finger rest on her clit while she did the rest. Up and down she rode me.
I broke our kiss. “You’re fucking mine. When you leave, I don’t care who you move on with, you’ll always be mine.”
I shouldn’t be saying any of this.
She caressed my face, her eyes glassy and full of desire. “Yes. I’m yours. Always have been.”
Damn fucking right.
Energy shot all the way down my spine and my orgasm hit hard. I twisted my hand around her long ponytail and held her to me as I came, spilling in her. “Mine.”
“Rhys!”
The chair quit slamming into the wall. We’d wedged it so tight against the logs and our pumps had shortened. The place fell quiet around us. The birds had been temporarily silenced with our cries.
She rested her forehead against mine. Our breaths mingled.
Had I gone too far? I’d told her within the span ofminutes that I couldn’t be at one single performance, but that she should be forever tied to me. I’d basically ordered her not to move on.
She placed a kiss at the corner of my mouth. “I think we broke the rocking chair and marked up a few logs.”
June
My sisters and Scarlett were sprawled in various chairs on the cabin porch. They’d each brought their own and I was sitting on the rocking chair that had survived Rhys and me having sex. All the pregnant or nursing women—including Autumn, who’d finally told us she was expecting—were drinking Scarlett’s cherry lemonade. Scarlett and I had a splash of bourbon in ours.
I rocked slowly, each movement a reminder of him growling “mine” in my ear.
“So then what?” Wynter wore a troubled frown. “You just go your separate ways again. Then you start dating some pretty boy who’s absolutely awful for you.”
