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Then Mom continues. “Can you please keep the contents private? It’s not just my request. It’s Dave’s as well. We figure…” She dabs a French-manicure-tipped nail at the corner of her eyes. “We figure it’s best for the boys.”
“Of course,” Josh says. “So you know, I plan to ask for Cassie’s hand in marriage. Want to run it by Dave first. Get his okay.” He doesn’t say it, but I can tell he’s making it clear he’s not asking for her approval.
Mom nods. Then again, what else can she do?
* * *
The driveback to Boar Creek goes by fast. Then again, I was asleep for most of it. Seems a little bit of road noise was all it took to lull me into slumber. Not even the caffeine from the latte could keep me awake.
I crack one eye open, then the other. “Almost there,” I mutter as Josh turns the truck into the docks. My eye catchesTrashright away, even though it looks like it has a new coat of paint. When did he manage that? That’s when I see it.
It’s not namedTrashanymore.
I study the name that’s there, then look at him with what I’m sure is a slack-jawed, stunned expression. “You did this?” I accuse, though there’s nothing less than amazement in my tone.
He’s renamedTrashtoSophie.
Tears burn behind my lids.
He takes my hand. “Seemed like a good idea. You approve?”
“So much.” I squeeze his fingertips. After he parks, I slide out of the truck and run to the boat. I trail my fingers along the letters of her name, and tears make their way down my face. I trace each letter fully, relishing each curve in the lovely, curly font.
Josh says, “Can you make yourself at home? I’ve got a quick errand to run.”
I absently give him my assent and go back to studying the name that’s etched into the boat for eternity. By the time he returns, I’ve unpacked the backpack he left on the stern and make myself a cup of hot cocoa. I can drink it no matter what season or what temperature it is. And he stocked the cooler with milk and the pantry with hot chocolate packets. My man knows me, clearly.
“Everything okay?” I ask him, though I can tell from his body language he’s doing just fine.
“Mhm.”
Before I could even think it or voice it, we’ve stripped. Every time we’re together, it seems like we’re trying to make up for time lost. Our need for each other so strong. I can only imagine his hard-on has to be painful, it’s so swollen. I know the pulsing between my legs is sheer torture and distraction as I study his naked boy.
He’s a god. More than that even. He’s sheer perfection, and he’s all I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember. We’ve been through hell the last few months—years—but it’s over now. All that is over as we’re finally in the place we’ve always wanted to be.
This man. My man. My forever man.
His hands cup my breasts, the flesh heavy as he trails his tongue over the swollen peak of my nipple. “I fucking missed you so much while we were apart, Cass.”
I can’t imagine he’d missed me as much as I’d missed him. I moan, my back arching for more of his artful tongue’s tracing of my nipple. He blows his breath over the tender nub, then takes it between his lips and sucks. I watch him, turned on more and more just from this simple act of voyeurism-not-voyeurism, because I don’t know what you’d call when you watch yourselves, but this is definitely something else on the scale of sexy.
He raises his head. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Fuck me, love me, claim me. Do all that and more.”
He groans, and I can feel his erection pressing against my leg, harder and harder.
He takes my nipple in his mouth again, teeth clamping down. The burst of torturous delight and pain sear through my nerve endings, straight to my clit, leaving behind a pool of wetness leaking between my thighs.
“You’re killing me,” I hiss in accusation.
“Killing me no less, babe. No fucking less.”
He readjusts, and I feel his mushroom head at my entrance. I hold my breath in anticipation, but nothing prepares me for the thrust that fills me and takes all the air out of my lungs, and sends my blood soaring.
His face—god, that beautiful face—is a mask of pleasure and yearning. His jaw is set as he pushes in deeper and deeper, his cock relentless in its pursuit. I watch the contours of his body as he pushes into me and pulls out, stroke after stroke, muscles flexing and releasing, body taut. His triceps are popping out from holding himself up above me.
I graze my lips along his, and he captures my bottom lip between his teeth. He tenderly keeps it hostage while biting on me gently.
