Page 98 of Sterling Fight

“Gonna come like this?” There’s shock in his voice as he moves his gaze from my face to where he presses against me. “Gonna come with my balls kissing your clit?”

“Oh God,” I groan while he drags himself higher, doing exactly what he said, before swiping his length down my seam again.

He grunts. “Petals after a rain shower.”

“You did this to me.” He’s the summer storm I hadn’t expected.

I clutch at his lower back, desperate for him to complete the deed. “Judd,” I groan again, in warning.

“Let go, Genie. Rain down on me.”

I’ve never been one to come on command, but I break apart as Judd catches his tip on my clit. My hips thrust upward, wanting more of him, but he’s quick to move.

Then he’s lying his length against me, and as I’m still reveling in the high of a release, I feel the pulse of him as he lets go on my lower belly. Hot and sticky, he marks me in a delicious way. Like the ink on his skin, he’s permanently etching himself on me.

Judd kisses me, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, which is a delicious connection to distract from the disappointment of him not slipping inside me in other ways.

Eventually, he pulls back and glances down at the mess he’s made. “Showering together?”

“Two birds, one bird bath?” I tease.

Judd’s mouth slowly curls, hitching higher on one side before the other follows. His full smile is simply spellbinding.

“Exactly.” He kisses me again, once and quick, and then presses upward, standing awkwardly with his shorts at his thighs. He helps me upright before tugging up his shorts but not latching them. Then he lifts me like he did the other night at the bar and carries me like his future bride to the shower.

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[Judd]

Ihad not anticipated the morning going as it went, but I am not complaining about one second of exploring Genie’s body, both on the couch and in the shower. The shower was more of a torturous flirtation. Genie took her damn time with the soap on my dick and around my ass. Then she hummed like she does when she breaks while I simply washed her hair.

I swear I almost gave into my not yet rule but I have my reasons to wait.

And I have the rest of this day planned. I want Genie to enjoy it, and I also want a do-over of her birthday. Today will be all about her, even if it is a random Wednesday in the middle of May. The day has its own significance, and as I told Genie, I plan to celebrate some of the novelties of this day, making the time extra special for her.

I want every day with her.

The adventure for this date might be a risk. I don’t recall if Genie is much of a hiker but there are easy trails in the area.

As we pull into the parking lot of the local park, Genie turns in her seat. “We’re going to Sterling Falls?”

The scenic falls is our claim to fame and the namesake of this town. Several legends surround the mystical water. One such tale includes drinking the water with your lover to confirm if they are your true love. Other legends involve a taboo relationship more than a century ago, where star-crossed lovers died in the lower river. Rumor has it her family disapproved of him, and her older brother killed her lover. She killed herself in retaliation. Some people believe you can see those fated lovers in the falls when the light hits the cascading water just right. Others say the sterling sheen is simply a mirage as silver isn’t a metal found in West Virginia. Whatever you believe, the falls are beautiful and peaceful. They can be viewed by climbing to the top and looking down from a ridge, or seen from below, which is how I intend to view them with Genie.

“Yep. When was the last time you were here?”

Genie blinks. “Gosh, I don’t even remember. Sometime in high school, I guess.”

Whatever her forgotten memory is, I want to make a new one for her with me.

After I hop out of my truck, I retrieve a backpack filled with items for a picnic. Taking Genie’s hand, I admire her once more in a pair of calf-cut leggings and a racerback tank top.

“So, we’ve covered World Stationery Day,” I begin as we start toward the lower trail.

“Because one must celebrate lined paper with unicorns,” she teases.

“Exactly.” I nod, then continue. “And you received flowers this morning from somebody.”

“And that somebody is so sweet.” Genie leans into me and cups my bicep while holding my hand.