Page 63 of Crossroads

Then he slid two fingers into my mouth, and I sucked on them, rolling my tongue. He pulled them out and then slid them over my cunt. When he speared me with two fingers, I groaned, arching my back. He finger-fucked me, the palm of his hand pressing against my clit in rapid succession. And when I came, he kept moving, not bothering to stop. My toes curled, and I arched for him, needing more.

“Look at me, Kiera. Look at me when I fuck you.”

I did then, my gaze on him, as he leaned down and spit between us. My eyes widened as he used his spit and my own juices to wet his dick, and then he pressed himself into me. He was so big, and I was still twitching from my orgasm, but he stopped where he was, just the head of his cock inside me.

“Look, look where we’re connected. Do you see me ready to fuck you? Your pussy is craving me. It’s hungry for me. Look, look at what you’re doing. I’m not even moving, and your pussy is sucking me right in. You want me, don’t you?”

“Always.”

Then he hooked one of my legs around his waist and thrust into me. We both moaned, my breath coming in pants, and then there was no more thinking. I gripped the edge of the desk as he pummeled into me, both of us moaning, leaning into the moment.

It was hard, rough, and yet he was still being gentle with my wounds. I didn’t know how he did it, but he knew exactly what I needed.

And when I came again, my body weakening, he pulled out of me, and then pushed me to my feet. Then I found myself face down on the desk, my breasts pressed against the cool wood, and he had both hands on my hips. He lifted me up and pushed into me from behind. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. And then he gathered some of my juices and used them to lube my ass. And when he gently breached me with one finger, still fucking me from behind, that was it. I couldn’t think.

“Bodhi. I can’t. It’s too much. You’re too much.”

“I’ve got you.” And as he finger-fucked me as well as fucking me, I couldn’t do a single thing but push into him and want everything. And this time I came again, not sure what count it was at this point, and then Bodhi was leaning over me, finally orgasming, his body twitching, his cum filling me, and I felt marked.

I was Bodhi’s. All Bodhi’s.

And I wasn’t sure what the hell I was supposed to say.

“We’re going to need to sanitize your brother’s office.”

Bodhi was still deep inside me as he chuckled roughly and pulled me up so that he wasn’t crushing me.

“I’m pretty sure we’re going to need to apologize to him later, but I don’t care.”

“I don’t either.”

“I’ll write a note. And buy him some bleach.”

I just laughed and leaned into him, not wanting him to pull out of me. So he didn’t, not for a little while, and I just lay in the moment, not wanting this to end.

But I knew it would have to. Soon.

Chapter 18

BODHI

“When do you have to be back?” I asked as I bent down to tie my hiking boots. We were headed toward the trail on the west side of town by the bed and breakfast to get a bit of scenery in and to clear our heads. Yesterday had been a hard day. Emotionally, physically, and frankly, too much. We needed to talk about the future, but that wasn’t who I was. After spending so many years trapped in the past, it was odd to sit here and think about what I was doing and wonder if I would be enough.

I couldn’t ask her to stay. I couldn’t force her to be with me. Or to give up her life. She was doing amazing things. Fantastical ones. Her life revolved around being part of the world, and she would be headed back to begin recording their new album, and then to L.A. to work on the other part of her business. She and the band needed to set up the tour dates, dress rehearsals, and everything that came with her job. I vaguely remembered Malcolm having to do similar things. But he had left the town and our family for good reasons. Not only had our father killed our mother, but he had taken so much from us physically that Malcolm getting out of Ashford Creek had been the best thing for him. Even in the short life that he had, I knew that staying in Ashford Creek would’ve ended it sooner. I would forever be grateful that my brother, my twin, had that time.

While he had been doing that, I had been starting a family, finding a life of my own away from my father. I had put my foot down and made sure that my children had never had to deal with my father. Briar had gotten out of town. And the others had left to go to college, but they had all come back to Ashford to make it our own. We were here, and those of us left weren’t going anywhere.

I couldn’t deal with living anywhere else. Even with the hatred that had come my way for so long. I wasn’t sure I could deal with people constantly knowing my every movement outside of this town. Or being away from the place where my children had taken their first steps, had been born, and died. Not that we had ever actually discussed me leaving with her. No, we had done our best not to discuss anything of the sort. And so now, I was standing here, asking the woman that I loved when she was leaving. And I needed to figure out if I was going to go with her, or if this was the end of our beginning. Or an end of an end.

“I have to be in the recording studio in two weeks. Which sounds so sudden, and yet I know I’ve been here for what feels like ever.” She leaned forward and brushed her hand through my hair. “I missed the band. I loved being here, though. Well, except for the more exciting things.”

A growl rumbled in my chest at that, and I took her by her hip and pulled her closer to me. Her eyes widened for an instant before she leaned down and into the kiss. I would miss this when she left. If I let her leave without me. What the hell was I thinking? Did I have it in me to travel with her? To take that leap? I wanted to. I needed to. I wasn’t sure of what else I was supposed to do.

“I’m sure they’ve missed you too. The fact that they haven’t been here honestly surprises me.”

She smiled at that. “Only because Briar has stepped in and made sure that I have some space. She and your brother-in-law are pretty good at that.”

“Well, I guess my brother-in-law needs to have some redeeming qualities.”