“I wanted to do something romantic. I never get to treat you right since we’re always in hiding.” I grab her and pull her to me, stroking her hair back from her face.
When I kiss her, I do so without reserve. I hate sneaking around and wish I could love her openly, but everyone here in Montauk will only ever see us as siblings though we don’t share a drop of the same blood. Kat is my soulmate. She’s my whole reason for staying in this godforsaken place with Henry, the sadistic narcissist.
I light the tea candles Eddie placed in paper bags near my setup. It’s simple—a blanket, some pillows, a bottle of Champagne, and baguette sandwiches I made earlier.
“A little moonlight picnic. I thought it’d be fun. There’s so much I want to do for you, with you, but can’t because we’re always hiding. I want you to know you deserve to be treated like the queen you are,” I tell her. She looks so tempting in the candlelight. “You know I love you, Kat, right?”
She looks up at me and her lips part, her eyes glittering in the low light. I cup her chin and brush away the tears under her eyes with my thumb.
“I love you too,” she says, her voice raspy with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
CHAPTER 6
Katelyn
The moonand the sound of the crashing surf are intoxicating, but nothing is as mesmerizing as Heath and the way he looks at me. His expression is one of absolute devotion and unbridled lust, and I feel perfect under his gaze, like the most cherished treasure. My whole life, I’ve felt like I was never enough, not feminine enough, not thin enough, not similar enough to the other girls at Fairmont or the people in my family's social circles. But in his arms, I have always felt complete, like who and what I am is perfect for him, and he’d never change a thing.
I can’t remember all the times I’ve been told I should change myself to be more appealing to others. Diet more, exercise more. Stop wasting time exploring the outdoors. Girls don’t fish, or at least not the ones who want to get married. Who wants a girlfriend who spends her days waist-deep in wetlands studying tadpoles or who doesn’t drive a nice car? A girl who doesn’t wear heels or spend her days shopping for luxury items and having brunch with her friends isn’t going to win the interest of men,especially not men of caliber who come from good families with money. My whole life, no one has understood why none of that makes me happy, why I refuse to conform, no one until Heath, who makes me feel like the Kat I am is absolutely perfect in her true form.
He hands me a flute of Champagne, andwe share a bowl of strawberries, but we’re kissing so much, we can barely get anything in our mouths. Though we’ve come close, we’ve never actually made love before. My belief is that Heath holds himself back out of loyalty to my father or some element of shame from us being perceived as siblings by all of those around us. But Heath has never felt like a sibling to me—a soul mate, a twin flame, the other half of my heart—all of those, but never a brother. For me, my actual brother conjures blood-curdling fear more than anything else.
I don’t want to fear Henry or the opinions of those who don’t matter. Heath is my end-all-be-all, and I don’t care about anyone else.
“Nobody commented on my weight, at least,” I say when we pull apart.
“Oh, we’re going there again? To the most uncalled-for insecurity I’ve ever heard of? Kat, you are stunning, so fucking sexy and gorgeous that I can’t take my eyes off you.” Heath kisses me and with his arm around my back, he lowers me to the blanket until his body covers mine. “Your body is my second favorite thing about you, after your mind.”
“I thought it was after my frog jokes,” I tell him. I can feel his hardness press between my legs.
“Your frog jokes are some of the best,” he says.
“Can I ask you a favor?”
“Anything, Kat,” he says without hesitation.
I want it and I trust Heath more than anyone, so I’m not afraid to ask. I know he’ll take me seriously, and I’ve never feared rejection from him.
“I think it would help my insecurity, how I feel about my body, if you’d—” I bite my lip, suddenly clamming up and blushing.
“Tell me,” Heath whispers. He lays a flutter of kisses on my temple, my forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally, my lips.
“Will you make love to me?” I ask him in a whisper.
Before he says anything, his erection surges against my sex. His pupils dilate as his eyes widen. “I wasn’t expecting that. Are you ready? Are you sure?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been surer of anything. I love you, Heath, and I know you’re the right one. I think about it day and night, and I’m tired of touching myself.”
His cock strains again, and he lets out a sigh that turns into a groan.
I kiss him before he says anymore, dive my tongue deep into his mouth and suck with my lips so that any hesitation he might have evaporates.
“Please, I’ve wanted this for so long.” I gasp as his kisses travel down my neck and onto my collarbone, and he rubs the length of his erection up and down the cleft of my center. I press back in desperate need of the friction, wanting to tear off his clothes.
When his mouth alights on my nipple, I moan out loud. He sucks it into a bud while he pinches the other, shooting a tingling sensation directly to my pussy that makes me shudder.
Heath tears my white baby doll dress down to my waist before covering my stomach in feather kisses. He dips his tongue into my navel, and I hiss as dampness wets my panties. I’m insecure about my stomach, but Heath does not hesitate, he only seems to adore every inch of me as he worships my body.
My hands go to his pants and I unbuckle him, snaking my hands into his boxers until I feel his erection. I gasp and bite my lip at the sheer size of him. He’s so big and long, so thick it’s hard to wrap my hand all the way around him. When I touch him there, his gaze hardens, and he goes from looking moonstruck to insanely determined. Wetness gushes between my legs, and I’m almost ashamed of how much my body needs him. I tug on his massive erection, guiding him between my legs without even having yet removed my underwear.
