Page 185 of These Secret Years

Every little thing means something, and it does nothing but justify the love I’ve had for him all these years, the belief that there was a good man in there somewhere. He gives me faith I’ll get better, too. One day.

“Speaking of power tools,” Knight says suggestively.

I give him an unimpressed look. “Really?”

He nods over his shoulder at the tent. “We can look at the stars from in there. Might be more comfortable.”

The tent has a wide open mesh top that does allow for stargazing while lying down. “I don’t feel like it’s gonna be the stars you’re looking at.”

“I’m looking at a future one right now.”

“So am I.”

“I’d like to take a closer look,” he says. “If you don’t mind.”

I finish my beer and stand. “Not at all.”

He follows me into the tent, and our clothes are coming off before we even touch each other. When we’re down to our underwear, he pulls me up against his chest and plants a real kiss on me, the kind that makes me hot everywhere, burning with the need to get closer and closer. It’s also the kind that takes my legs out from under me, and we go crashing down onto the heavy duty air mattress, tangling limbs and reconnecting our mouths with all the heated passion of our first times.

One thing I still can’t do is lie beneath him, and he knows that, so he rolls us carefully over and puts me on top, moving to grip my hips and grind us together. We’re both insanely hard, and a few minutes of this would likely end us both. For that reason, I grab his wrists and pin them to the mattress next to his head. He grunts, still rutting against me with all his strength, but I’m able to control the friction.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans.

“You feel too good. Behave, or you’ll make yourself come.”

“I wanna come. I wanna come so bad. Been thinking about you all day. Wanted this. Wanted to see you. Be with you.”

I move my dick off his and slide my ass down his thighs, lowering my mouth to kiss his smooth chest. “We’re here now. We have all night.”

“Night’s half over.”

“Well, my Knight is too perfect, and I think he needs to live in the moment a little longer.”

“Baby…”

I close my mouth around his nipple, and he moans, his wrists vaguely bucking the hold I have on them. I work my way across and down his chest with sucks and kisses and tiny bites. When I’m finally between his legs, I have to let his arms go. “Give me something,” I tell him.

He takes hold of my head. “Open for me.”

“Are you gonna make me feel it?”

“With you looking at me like that? Won’t be able to help myself.”

“Do I look like a slut?”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ do. Open up.”

I open my mouth and without another kind or dirty word, he shoves his cock directly into my throat. I choke once, he pulls back, and after giving me a second to catch my breath, he’s thrusting in again. Unable to keep my eyes open, I force breaths through my nose while he uses his grip on my head and the rough pumps of his hips to abuse the hell out of my throat.

I’m groaning now, whimpering around him as I try to suck him, too, which is kind of impossible while he’s literally fucking my face, but I can’t help it. He’s so hot like this. So everything I need and everything he needs, and it’s perfect. This is how we take each other back, again and again—or one of the ways.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he finally says.

As much as I want the taste of his cum filling my mouth and flooding me, I want something else more.

When he loosens his grip, he’s giving me a choice, and I take it by sucking myself off him and repositioning myself in a straddle above him.

He arches a brow. “Can I get a taste first?”