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“I think I might go and visit my mother when we get back to London. I doubt she knows anything, but I’ll be able to do some digging now we have something to go on.”
“Just be careful, Jess.”
I roll over onto my stomach, resting on my elbows with my chin on his chest. “Really? No lecture about going alone or putting myself in danger. Who are you and what have you done with the real Rick Sullivan,” I say, pointing an accusing finger at him.
“Would it stop you?” I shake my head. “I didn’t think so.” I turn my face to the side, laying my head back down just as a spray of cold water splashes across my back and legs.
“Argh, what the f—”, I yelp jumping to my feet to see Rick’s hand trailing in the water and him laughing. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that, just you wait, mister.” My body shakes from the chill of the water and is made worse by the fact the sun has disappeared behind a cloud, no longer warming my bare skin.
Rick climbs to his feet, daring me to give it my best shot before he starts laughing again.
Game on.
I go in front as we make our way back across the steppingstones. When we are only a couple away, I turn to look off to the right while pointing, and as Rick’s attention turns too, I give him a shove in the back and run, making it over the last two steppingstones as I hear a splash and an awful lot of cursing.
I race towards the car, but laughter hinders my speed, and it takes less than a minute for Rick to round the corner. I’m almost to the car when he snatches me around the waist, soaking my back and spinning us round. Our laughter rings out through the trees, and as it eases, he lowers me back to the ground, but not for long. Spinning me, he picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist as rain begins to fall. Not giving a damn about the rain, our lips crash together as a streak of lightning flashes across the now dark sky. Closely followed by a clap of thunder as we slam into the bonnet of the car.
Desperate to feel him, I tear at the front of his shirt, ripping it open as buttons ping off the front of the car echoed by the drops of rain as they hit it.
My hands roam over his abdomen, over his chest and up to his shoulders until my fingers skim the back of his neck, curling into his flesh as our tongues battle and his hips grind into me.
Breaking the kiss, he yanks at the straps of my top, pulling it down low enough to give him access to my nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth while his hands leave my body and work to undo my shorts.
Letting my nipple go with a pop, I help him to drag my shorts, which are soaked through, from my body, and as soon as they are gone, Rick slips a finger beneath the edge of my knickers, finding me wet and needy.
His lithe fingers glide along my slit, and he teases my entrance as I buck against his hand, trying to get him where I need him before coming back to circle my clit. It’s like the best and worst kind of torture.
Rain trickles down his chest, dripping from his hair, his dark eyelashes even darker, and his eyes burn a brilliant green as he finally drives a finger inside me. My walls clench around him, squeezing and looking for more as he draws it back out slowly, then drives back in again, thumb brushing my clit, which throbs painfully for release.
As he continues to work me with his fingers the storm around us continues, lightning flashes and thunder claps as the rain pours over us.
Withdrawing his fingers, my nails claw at his back as I watch him free himself, and my mouth waters at the sight of him hard and throbbing. Bracing myself on my elbows, I look into his eyes as he rubs the head over my clit several times, making me gasp and my back arch.
With my legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his arse, and one hand on my lower back, the other guides his cock into my pussy. Another clap of thunder echoes through the trees as he slams home, and my cry is swallowed by the storm.
Rick begins to move, driving into me with a force so brutal, yet beautiful, it matches Mother nature. Unable to hold myself up, I drop to the bonnet as Rick grips my waist, holding me steady against his powerful thrusts.
Every thrust is a dagger to my heart, embedding him in my very soul.
As my orgasm builds, higher and higher, Rick’s hand closes around my throat. That spark of fear, of danger, releases a shot of adrenaline mixed with oxytocin and dopamine that has me thrown over the edge into oblivion.
“Arrrgh…arrgh, fuck. Rick, Rick…” My cry trails off as Rick’s own release crashes over him, and he lets out a wild roar full of a million different emotions. And I feel them all.
“Fuck, JJ, I lo—” I slam my lips against his, cutting off his words. Those three little words that break hearts. Destroy souls. Shatter dreams.
“I feel the same, but please don’t say it yet. I’m so fucking scared of what those words mean—for me, for you, for us,” I whisper against his lips. Kissing him again quickly and gripping his face in my hands, I pour every syllable, every word, into that kiss until it’s tattooed into his heart and the devil himself felt it.
When we break apart, I search Rick’s eyes for a sign that he misunderstood, but there’s none. He got it. He understands it.
“I don’t want a cloud hanging over us when we say those words, Rick. I want them to be free, to tear away every bad thing that we’ve been through and to give a big fuck you to death, danger and even the devil himself. They’ll shatter the darkness that haunts us, and instead be the glue that binds us, rebuilds us better and stronger than ever before.”
“What did I do to deserve you, JJ? How the fuck am I being given another chance after I fucked up so bad last time?”
“You didn’t fuck up, Rick. You were dealt a shitty hand by God, by fate, by the evil that runs beneath the beauty of this world. It digs its claws in deeper and deeper, hoping to one day own us all. But it’s people like you, like Ryder and Seb and even Christian and Sam that keep us out of its grip.” I slant my lips across his again. “But you have to promise me one thing, Rick. You have to promise that no matter what happens, you’ll never give up, never stop fighting. Even in your darkest hour, you have to fight. Always fight.”
He tries to shake his head, but I hold him steady, eyes boring into his, until eventually he nods.
“Okay, but you have to do the same.”
