“Jesus, fuck, I’m coming so goddamn hard,” he growls.
“S-say it again,” I choke out as I continue orgasming around him in waves.
“You were right, okay? I’m Slade fucking Beaufort.”
I whimper, “Slade…”
“I’m here, baby. I’m fucking here.”
He holds my chin and kisses me through a succession of deep thrusts as he empties all he has inside me, his hand splaying over my pussy, cupping me like I’m his.
“You happy now?” he murmurs, kissing me once more, then nuzzling into my neck as his cock continues twitching and pulsing inside me. “I’m Slade Beaufort.”
“Slade,” I murmur, shivering as he sucks in a breath at the sound of his name, then kisses me again.
“And you know what else?”
“What?”
“I thought my life was over when you disappeared off that fucking cliff. I thought I’d lost you, Jude,” he whispers. “I thought I’d fucking lost you.”
22
SLADE
Time passeswith Jude like it’s been set to double speed. The sunrises and sunsets rush past in a blur, bringing the day she’ll leave closer and closer.
I count every single one, the tight mass in my gut growing bigger.
We’ve spent entire afternoons wrapped up in each other when her friend Mel has been out on the scuba diving course she signed up for. We’ve barely come up for air. If I haven’t been inside her for hours in her bungalow, then I’ve had her propped up on my workbench with her thighs wrapped around my head, or bent over it with my mouth at her ear, telling her all the filthy ways I want to ruin her.
I cannot fucking get enough of her.
“Good girl,” I groan, holding her eyes as she gazes up at me, her lips wrapped around my spasming cock.
She fists the base harder, squeezing out every drop of cum and sucking it down with breathy little moans. I stroke her loose hair from her face as I jerk, sending the last load from my balls down her throat.
“Your mouth is…” I blow out a breath. “… fucking incredible.”
She presses a kiss to the end of my twitching dick before standing and sliding her arms around my neck.
“What do you want to do this afternoon?”
I bring my mouth down over hers, gathering up my taste from her tongue with a rich groan.
“Anything that involves being with you,” I murmur, sliding a hand into her hair and angling her head so I can deepen our kiss.
She breaks away with a smile. “I only have a couple more days, and there’s something I haven’t done yet.”
I fight to keep my expression neutral instead of turning and punching the wall of her bungalow at the reminder.
She’s leaving in two days.
And I don’t want her to go.
Cliff jumping changed something between us. Seeing her drop off that ledge in front of me brought horrifying memories back to the surface. Ones where someone I loved got hurt. Ones where I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it because it was my fault.
I felt so helpless again seeing Jude beneath the surface of the water after I dived in after her.
