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Chapter Twenty-nine
Elena
Iwokeupinthe dark, the kind of warm I only got from being near Lachlan. My mind clicked on, and I remembered where I was, though I found it almost impossible to believe I’d fallen asleep in the bed of his truck, out in the open.
Lachlan Kelly made me do crazy things, like spilling my guts and camping.
Peering up at him, I found him awake, watching me.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Around midnight. You didn’t sleep for long, but I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.”
“Was I being cute?”
He laughed softly. “You’re cute, always. You were being serene. And I like having you spread out on me. Don’t think I can get enough of it.”
Now that I was awake and he was looking at me, I had to fight the urge to shove my face in his neck so he wouldn’t see the rawness I’d uncovered. I should have known he wouldn’t allow it. He hadn’t last weekend when I’d revealed the truth about Nate, and each day since, he batted away any shit I tried to pile between us. Lachlan took my face in his big, rough, safe hands and brought my lips to his. Kissing me slowly, but so damn thoroughly, he smoothed away my jagged edges.
I brought my knees up, straddling his hips, and tucked my hands under his shirt. This was easier. When we reached for each other, what came next was as natural as breathing. So we were in the bed of his truck under a starry sky, that didn’t matter. What mattered was getting closer to Lachlan in a way I understood.
He tugged my shorts off and yanked my hoodie over my head. His shirt came next, and I grappled with his shorts until they were under his hips and his cock was nestled in my folds.
I’d been so afraid the way he touched me would change after he found out about my assault. And maybe it had, but how couldn’t it? We knew things about each other and were bonded in a way that was unbreakable. He hadn’t pulled away from me, though. If anything, his touches came more frequently, kisses lingered longer, and the way he fucked me became tinged with an edge of greed.
I liked it very much. I likedhimvery much.
Tugging me down to his mouth, he sucked on my nipples and kissed my chest. His lips traced the undercurve of one of my breasts while he palmed the other, teasing the taut peak with his thumb.
I rocked my hips slowly, little movements so the head of him brushed my clit. It didn’t take long for me to feel my own arousal coating him. It went without saying, even in my own head, no man had ever made me this wet. Every single time we were together, I wanted him inside me with a desperation singular to him.
Lifting up, I angled him to my opening and took him in. He stopped moving, my nipple captured in his lips, as I lowered myself to the hilt. His groan vibrated my flesh, sending shivers through me.
“Damn, sweet girl.” He nuzzled into my chest, his arms banded around me. I fell over him, my breasts flattened against him, letting him hold me.
Lachlan rolled us to our sides so we were face to face with my leg draped over his hip. He rocked into me, taking it easy, but going so deep, it made my heart pound. He held my braid, which was partially unraveled, and rubbed it on his lips and cheek. It was sweet. So sweet, I whimpered. How did I handle this?
I tried to hide, but as I dove for his neck, he caught my chin and kissed me. Okay, I could do that. I wasn’t so exposed when we were kissing.
Except I was. He opened my mouth to his, and I had no choice but to let him in.
Breeze from the valley blew across my burning skin. I tucked myself closer to Lachlan, the hairs on his chest rubbing against my budded nipples, tight and sensitive from his attention.
He held me as our bodies glided, unhurried. There was something incredibly peaceful about being in each other’s arms under the midnight sky. We had nowhere else to be, no one else to be with. It was just us, taking and giving.
It was a lot. The emotions stirring with his gentle, sweet caresses were unfamiliar and altogether frightening for a girl like me from a man like him. I was already attached, but I could see myself getting to a place where he’d have to pry me off with a crowbar if he kept treating me like he saw beneath my pretty venom and loved every ugly, mottled, scarred bit of me.
“Make me come,” I whispered, even though there was no one around. It just seemed wrong to interrupt the serenity of the moment with loud demands—and I needed to feel something other than my heartstrings going taut.
He wedged his arm between us, cupping my pussy. The pad of his fingertip rolled my swollen clit until I was trembling and quietly moaning. With his other hand, he held my throat, keeping me in place so he could watch me. My eyes were closed, but his gaze was so heavy and intense, it was a tangible thing, stroking over me and delving into me.
When he got close, he pressed me onto my back and fucked me with long, powerful strokes. His lips were on my face, kissing me like feathers. I couldn’t stop shaking, coming around him. It was all I could do to hold on tight so I didn’t get taken up by the gentle wind.
He finished with a pained groan next to my ear. I tucked my face in his shoulder, my limbs circling him to keep him anchored to me. I needed that moment to put my game face on. If he saw me now, he’d know I was sliding into dangerous, unlight, unfun territory.
It was his fault, really. This was what he got for being so fucking wonderful and thoughtful, and making me come with his big dick and magic fingers. What did he expect? For me not to fall for this shit? I might have presented as some wily, untouchable cheer-bot, but underneath my very poor facade, I was just a woman with a fragile heart and lovelorn vagina.
We lay in the truck for a while, but it wasn’t so comfortable anymore. The blankets only provided so much padding underneath us. I could’ve slept like a baby on top of Lachlan, but my man needed a mattress.
