AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I love you, Rachel Sorrell.”
Her eyes widen at my words. It’s not the first time I’ve said them to her, but it’s the first time since we became more than friends.
I didn’t say it expecting her to reply, but she does.
“I love you too.” Emotion catches in her voice, and she brushes her nose against mine, closing her eyes. “I’m so glad you’re my first.”
“First and last.”
“First and last.”
She opens her legs, and I settle between them, my body trembling at the sensation of our bodies touching below the waist for the first time. Her wetness coats me, and I reach between us, fumbling to find something I’m longing for, though I’m not quite sure what it is. It’s as if my body knows what I’m supposed to do, and the pieces click. I find her entrance and rub myself against her to coat everything. I’m not sure how this will feel for her.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“But if it hurts, tell me.”
“Promise.” She’s so calm, so ready, and I’m still nervous. She reaches between us, spreading herself open, and suddenly it seems a little less intimidating.
I press against her, easing in slowly. Her fingers move up, rubbing herself at that spot she loved my mouth on earlier, and the sight spurs me on. But my balls are already tightening like they do right before I come. I mentally remind myself to calm down—I don’t want it to be over before we even get started.
Once I’m fully inside Rachel, I prop one hand beside her head. The image of us connected, her fingers still swirling around, and all the wet sounds that go along with it are driving me wild. She smiles up at me as if she knows how she’s affecting me. I’m pulsing inside her, so she probably does.
“You okay?”
“I’m perfect,” she practically purrs, lifting her hips toward me. “Don’t stop.”
I pull out halfway and slowly push in again, groaning at the sensation of her clenching around me. Her fingers move faster and faster as I repeat the motions, and then she grabs her breast, rubbing her nipple as she keeps working herself with her other hand. I move faster and faster, all of the sensations overcoming me at once, and when she clenches underneath me, her body arching, I can’t hold back any longer. The sight of her coming sends me over the edge, and I explode. I collapse on the bed beside her, and we grab each other’s faces, kissing deeply.
“I love you.” I say it again, wanting to say it forever.
“I love you too.” She presses a soft kiss to the end of my nose.
We curl up in each other’s arms, talking quietly until she drifts off to sleep. But I stay awake watching her for a long time, wondering how I got so lucky. How I was so stupid to not realize what she meant to me before. But maybe things worked out this way for a reason. I brush a strand of hair out of her face, smiling as she stirs in her sleep with soft murmurs before settling down again.
Whatever the reason, she was worth the wait.
SEVEN
It’s been months, and working with Jack has been a dream. I dreaded it after our moment in the barn, but now it’s easy-peasy because I haven’t been working in the same vicinity. It’s like he’s scared to be within ten feet of me, and he keeps offering to do the jobs that’ll keep him away. I’m so relieved because that moment on the counter was too close for comfort. I don’t need anything getting stirred up again, and if I’m being honest with myself, I could kick my own ass for even going on Phoebe’s date. What in the hell was I thinking?
“You weren’t thinking.” Amber waves a hand in front of my face, bringing me back to our conversation. We’ve torn apart my date with Jack and the days afterward a million times, but I still obsess over it.
I emerge from my thoughts, and the sights and sounds of the real world come flooding back. We’re tucked in the back booth at Second Chance Café, the coffee place our friend Phoebe owns. Amber is nursing a very large hot cocoa with whipped cream and chocolate chips.
“It’s autumn, Amber. How can you drink that?” I shake my head, wrapping my hands around my own pumpkin spice latte. “It’s pumpkin season.”
“Don’t you judge me. I have the holiday spirit all year long.” She lifts her chin in defiance, taking a long drink, then she jerks her mouth from the cup quickly and smacks her lips. “It’s still a tad too hot, even for me. Now”—she points at me—“don’t go changing the subject.”
“I would never dream of it.”
“You’re not thinking logically because there’s still something between you. Unfinished business. You need to talk about it with him.”
“I absolutely do not.” I shudder at the thought. “It’s over.”
“Rachel, he’s working at your grandparents’ farm to be close to you.”
