His reaction was so unexpected. I fought not to giggle, but a bubble of surprised laughter still escaped my lips.
Glassy eyes lifted, but his eyelids sank heavy. Another groan shuddered from him. God, he was gorgeous like that. “I love fucking you.” His hips pounded faster. “I would’ve waited twenty years to fuck you.”
I dug my fingernails into the tight muscles of his ass and hissed through the searing push of widening my legs even more so he could take what he wanted.
He groaned. “Ahundredyears.” A big hand palmed my backside, and he squeezed a punishing grip as the rhythm of panted grunts matched his pace. “Do you love me yet, Erin? Fuck, I hope you do. I really fucking love you.”
I buried my face in his neck and wrapped my arms tight around him. “Come.” I pulled him as close to me as I could. “Please.”
The other words he wanted to hear were on the tip of my tongue. Truly, they were. Ididlove him. But the moment was too overwhelming. His hot, hard cock pounding to release inside me and clinging to my last shred of vulnerability shot fresh tears to my eyes. He didn’t see. I made sure to hide that from him. He deserved his pleasure without my insecurities tarnishing this perfect moment.
I’d be brave and put my heart on the line one last time…another day.
23
That Perfect Moment in Summer
Callan
A message pinged. Iwouldn’t have checked my phone at work for anyone else, but I knew it was Erin.
Erin
LOIYOUVE
I’d always been bloody hopeless at Unscramble, but I knew what this one said.
I love you.
The box of packed berries fell from my arms, thudding on the concrete floor of the packing shed, and I stumbled, my hand reaching blindly for the wall. A group of workers crowded me. There was a lot of, “You okay, boss?” and someone asked, “Do you need an ambulance?”
Did they think I was having a heart attack? I pressed my fist into my chest. Maybe I was. I was definitely going into some kind of shock. My body was shaking all over.
“No… I…” My lungs locked up. “I need to go.”
Usually, when I finished work, I headed straight for the shower. Erin knew I worked on a farm, but she didn’t need to smell that fact. But today, I headed for the kitchen. I had to see her. The back stairs leading off the farm blurred as I pounded up two at a time.
I could hear Jeremy barking before I got to the kitchen.
“I’m notatthe cottage,” was Erin’s reply.
I angled my head around the doorway. Erin’s back was to me, but flour coated her hands, a white smatter dusted all the way to her elbows. She was kneading a lump of dough on the countertop. Her phone sat beside her.
“You’ve had your fun trying to make me jealous,” Jeremy said over the speaker.
Laughing, Erin replied, “But don’t you want to hear about how I rode Callan before he left for work this morning? I did, you know. Forhours.”
My cheeks heated. It wasn’t entirely a lie. This morning, she’d woken me with kisses just before the sun came up.
“Let me say goodbye before you head off to work,” she’d whispered.
Then, she’d straddled me, her fingernails clawed into my chest hair, her hips tilted at just the right angle to take all the pleasure for herself. No man could last hours with her on top. Ten minutes was enough torture. The second best orgasm of my life. Nothing would ever beat our first time.
Erin was still laughing. “His dick is incredible—”
“Is this what living in the country does to you?” Jeremy said. “When did you get so vulgar?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she cooed. “I forgot our rule forplayingwas that we wouldn’t share details. Do you like hearing about how much I love fucking Cal—”
