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“Look at us,” I whisper in her ear. “Look how perfectly we fit together.”
I press her body against mine as I start to move again, sliding her up and down.
Her head begins to roll back onto my shoulder when she catches herself.
“Good girl,” I whisper, nipping at her earlobe.
Her arm reaches back, her fingers sliding into my hair and gripping the strands.
I move faster, bucking into her, all while having her bob up and down on me. Sweat breaks out over our bodies, but we don’t care.
My hand on her stomach lowers, my fingers circling her clit, drawing out more moans and incoherent words out of my blonde beauty.
“Come for me, Belle,” I groan, my fingers picking up their speed, making tight circles over her bud.
In no time at all, she’s coming once more, grabbing my hair in her hands and pulsing around my cock. I groan, letting myself go while helping her ride out her own orgasm. I let her head fall back onto my shoulder this time, her mouth open in a silent scream. It takes every ounce of energy I have to hold her up while I let go. There’s nothing in this world that could rip her from my arms right now.
Once our bodies are still and our heart rates start to lower, I kiss her shoulder and her neck as she lowers her hand from my hair. Placing her gently back on the bed. I kiss her lips and her temple as she closes her eyes with a smile on her face.
“I’ll be right back.”
Moving quickly into the adjoining bathroom, I take care of the condom and make my way back to her. She’s still in the same position I left her, on top of the blankets, legs spread out, one arm out to the side. The only difference is she has one arm over her eyes and a smile on her face.
“Come on, sleepy. Let’s get you out of your shirt and bra and into bed.”
She moves like she’s made of Jello but lets me help her up and take off the rest of her clothes. As we crawl into bed and I tuck her into my side, I think of how different I feel.
The old me would have been putting on my clothes and saying goodbye about now. With the deed done, the itch scratched, there would be no need for me to stick around.
But with Rachel? I can’t think of a single thing that could make me leave her side right now. I want to wrap my arms around her. I want to fall asleep with her in my arms and wake up with her by my side. The thought doesn’t scare me. Instead, I find it exhilarating.
Kissing her forehead as she drifts off to sleep, I stare up at the ceiling with a smile on my face, knowing I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
19
RACHEL
“Oh my gosh, the town has really outdone themselves this time.” I look around the town square in wonder, my hand holding tight to the crook of Mitch’s elbow. There has to be at least double the amount of booths there usually are, even with some vendors from out of town. Country music plays from the speakers on the stage. It must be someone local, as I know Greyson doesn’t come on until later tonight.
I haven’t been able to take the smile off of my face since I woke up this morning. I was wrapped around Mitch, deliciously sore, ready to spend a full day with Mitch. After we took our time getting out of bed where he showed me again just how beautiful he thinks I am. My smile is just as big now as we walk through Logan Creek’s Fall Festival, taking in all the sights and smells of fall.
Needless to say, the last two days have been the hottest, most intense, days of my life.
“Do you want an apple cider? Or a muffin? Brody and Kade have their tent over there.” Mitch points up ahead where our friends have their companies’ booths next to each other, just like at the summer farmers markets. This time, instead of fruit and vegetables, Brody is selling the hard apple cider he makes at his farm.
“That sounds wonderful.”
I let him lead me over to the booths and we wait in line for our treats.
“I wish you didn’t have to work tonight and you could stay for the concert,” I say, placing my head on his shoulder. I might be acting clingy, but since last night, I don’t want to say goodbye to him. I also wish he could be here with me to watch Greyson Wallace perform. It’s not every day Logan Creek gets a big name like him to come and play in our town. While crowds are not my thing, being in the town square where I can stand away from the crowd and still enjoy the music is better than being indoors where everyone is crammed together into tiny rows.
“I know, me too,” he says, kissing me on the top of my head as we take a step forward in line. “You could always come visit me after the concert.”
I stiffen at his words. I’ve been to the brewery, obviously, for deliveries and the wedding, but never during their busy time. On a weekend. Weekend evenings are when I’m curled up with a cup of tea and a book, enjoying the silence in my home.
“You don’t have to,” Mitch says, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
I raise my head and look at him. “No, it’s not that I don’t want to. I always want to see you. It’s just…”
