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“You brought me back here like I was nothing.” She’s really crying now, kissing me between sobs, and if she needs to get snot in my beard, so be it. Don’t care, so long as she’s back in my arms. “Like you’d been secretly sick of me all along.”
“No.” God, I messed up even worse than I realized. How could she ever think that? This girl is my heart walking around outside my body. Every moment away from her sickens me. “I just didn’t want to hold you back. Didn’t want you to feel like you owed me anything. And I’m—I’m too old for you, Cocoa. I’m forty years old, did you know that?”
A small fist pounds my chest. “Iwantto owe you, Mac. I want to be yours. And of course I knew. I checked your driver’s license on, like, day three.”
She did? Hope swells, but I press it down again, even as she kisses along my jaw, scorching a trail. There are other things keeping us apart.
“Well, I’m a loner. I’ll never be a party animal,” I say, ignoring her snort, “and though I love havingyounear, I’ll never be the chatty, wild type. Compared to here, your life with me would be boring.”
“Not boring.” Cocoa shakes her head, fingertips petting my beard. “Sweet and safe, yes. Romantic, definitely. And maybe Iwantthat change of pace, okay? Maybe I’ve been longing for it for years.”
“You have?”
She hums, flicking my shirt buttons open one by one. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, everywhere she touches.
Could I really make her happy? Can’t I at least try?
“If you change your mind…” I slip one leotard strap off her shoulder, my throat tight. Her skin is golden under the spotlight, so smooth. There’s a mole in the hollow of her collarbone.
“Yeah, yeah.” Cocoa nips my chin, then peels my shirt open and spreads both palms over my stomach. “I’ll run away with the circus. Not gonna happen, but sure.”
Okay, then. It’s a deal.
This time when we kiss, heat smolders between us—but we’re both calm. Not agitated anymore, because this thing is settled between us. Could’ve been settled a long time ago, if I weren’t so bone-headed. And the spotlight is warm, the grass whispering around my boots, and the metal chair creaks with every tiny shift of our bodies.
Cocoa climbs onto my lap fully. Her nails rake down my chest, and she tugs my bottom lip between her teeth before reaching up to the white silks. Her wrists wind around the fabric.
When she lifts into the air, I follow, standing in the beam of light. Cocoa dances higher and higher, her body twisting in the silks, until her legs spread into the splits, her peachy ass level with my chin.
I raise an eyebrow. She grins.
Okay, I can take a hint.
The leotard is damp and warm when I hook one finger beneath the crotch. I slide it one side, and my gut twists at the sight of her—pink and slick and ready. She quivers beneath the brush of my thumb, strong thighs spreading wider, head tipping back toward the ground.
Christ.
I’ve tasted this girl before. Made her cry out with my mouth and hands, but it feels brand new again—and not because of the spotlight or the silks or the distant roar of the crowd. Because this time, she’smine.Every stroke of my tongue feels me with vicious satisfaction; every squeeze of her ass makes my head pound.
“Mine,” I say against her clit.
Cocoa gasps. “Y-yours,” she agrees, so breathy and strained. “Oh my god.”
I lick and nibble and suck until she falls apart, body trembling in the silks. Then I coax her down, unwinding all that fabric until she’s swaying on the grass, bright-eyed and dazed.
“Don’t you want to—?”
“Yes,” I tell her. Obviously. “Come here.”
She’s heavier than expected when I lift her up, carrying her into the shadows. Must be all that taught muscle; those thick thighs. Either way, I love the heft of her, the undeniable weight in my arms, the sweet burn in my own muscles.
The central pole of the tent is smooth wood. I rest Cocoa’s back against it, hitching her legs higher around my waist. “Here?”
She’s already yanking at my belt. “Here. Oh my god, do me here. Don’t you dare stop now.”
Yes ma’am.
My belt clinks, and I suck in a deep breath, laced with popcorn and wood smoke andher.My peppermint soap; my shampoo. And when I notch at her entrance, Cocoa twists my hair until my scalp stings.
