Perfect, my ass.
The long week of studying and tests and meeting with my lawyer is evident on every inch of my face — namely in the dark circles under my eyes. I debate putting on makeup despite what I said, but I don’t have the chance before Clinton calls my name from down the hall and tells me to hurry up.
With one last sight, I flick the light off in the bathroom and let him lead me out into the sticky, humid night.
We’re quiet on the drive to wherever he’s taking me, but he’s wearing a wide smile and singing along to the songs on the stereo, one hand on the steering wheel, and the other tucked possessively around my thigh.
I stare at that massive dark hand, the way the fingers curl easily around me, the way I know exactly what they feel like on every inch of my body and like clockwork, my neck heats, mouth watering a bit at the thought of what he might do to me tonight.
We took it excruciatingly slow over the summer — which was half my idea and half my own personal torture. But after Gavin, I wanted to be sure Bear and I were serious before I opened that part of me to him — especially since I hadn’t been with anyone since the night I was raped.
A little shutter goes through me at the thought of the word, but I’m getting better at saying it, at accepting it, at remembering that it’s something that happened to me — not something that defines me.
So the summer was slow, but we still played and touched and kissed and laughed. I still explored him under the covers just as he did with me. And then, a few weeks ago, we finally broke the barrier and went all the way.
And God, it was all I wanted to do nowadays.
It’s hard for me to keep my hands off him, to not kiss him longer and deeper every time, knowing that if I kiss him just the right way, he’ll grow hard without being able to control himself.
I love that I have that effect on him.
I love that he wants me so badly he can barely stand it.
After a slow, calm cruise through town with the windows down, we pull up to a small park by the beach. Clinton climbs out before I can even unbuckle, opening my door for me and helping me out before he grabs a big cooler and duffle bag out of the bed of his truck.
“Did you pack us a picnic?” I ask, eyeing the bag as he slings it over his shoulder and carries the cooler in that same hand so he can hold mine with his other.
“I did, indeed.”
“Wow,” I comment as he steers us toward the water’s edge. “You’ve become such a romantic.”
“I blame you.”
I smile, but can’t help but lean into him a little more as we walk, into this man who I always knew I loved, but never thought I’d actually ever be with. Thinking about all we’ve been through, the obstacles we’ve had to overcome… it’s enough to make me want to cry and rejoice all at once.
Clinton picks a spot under a tree, spreading out a large blanket and unpacking the contents of the cooler and bag while I settle in. He pours me a plastic tumbler full of wine, and then one for him, and after we cheers and take a sip, he leans in to kiss me, long and sweet.
The sun is already setting, just ten minutes or so left before it will dip behind us and dusk will move in. We sip our wine and munch on the different cheeses and meats and fruits Bear packed for us as we watch the colors change in the sky over the beach and the water.
“Have you ever seen a sunset on the west coast?” I ask him.
“Of Florida? Or like California?”
“Both. Either.”
He frowns, thinking. “You know… actually? I don’t believe I have. I mean, we went to Tampa a couple times for Gasparilla, but that was mostly drinking — never really cared to watch the sunset.”
“We should go.”
He smiles. “We should. Where else?”
“Hmm…” I nibble on a piece of sharp cheddar, thinking. “I’ve always wanted to see the Red Woods.”
“Sounds like we’ll be seeing the sunset in California, too, then.”
“Oh! What about Greece?”
He chuckles. “That’s a big leap from California, but yes. Add Greece to the bucket list.”
I instantly pull out my phone and start a new note, titling it Erin and Bear’s Epic List of Adventures.
“Okay,” I say after writing down what we’ve discussed so far. “Your turn. What do you want to add?”
He sighs, eyeing the cotton candy clouds that are now turning a deep shade of purple. “Well, first… I want to take you home.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, perv. Focus.”
“No, I mean home home,” he says, and when I look at him, his eyes are sincere. “To Pittsburgh.”
Butterflies zip through my stomach so fiercely, I place a hand over my navel to soothe them. “You do?”
He nods. “I want to take you to all the spots I went to as a kid, show you where I grew up. You’ve already met my family and hung out with them, so I know you can survive the crazy.”
I laugh at that. “I love their crazy.”
“So, that’s a yes?”
I smile, typing on my phone. “It’s at the top of the list. And you know what? I want to take you home, too.”
Bear frowns. “To Kansas?”
I laugh. “That’s where my grandparents live,” I correct him. “My parents live here in Florida. Jupiter Beach.”
“Oh,” he says, relieved. “Alright, then. Add it to the list.”
We spend the evening drinking wine, snacking, and laughing while we add places to our list. We daydream about what we’ll do, the things we’ll see, the people we’ll meet. And before I know it, it’s been two hours, and I haven’t thought about wanting to go back home once.
Except now, with the night heavy around us, and Clinton holding my back to his chest as he leans up against the tree, I can feel a certain part of him at the small of my back, and the urge to go back to his place is strong again.
I nuzzle into him, wrapping his arms even more around me. “So, I’m thinking it might be sweatpants time again,” I say.
“Oh? Done with being out?”
I bite my lip, reaching behind me and down between us to rub him over his basketball shorts. He stiffens at the touch, and then stifles a groan as I rub the length of him, which grows hard instantly as if I’ve commanded him to do so.
“Very much so,” I whisper.
I turn in his arms, finding his heated gaze just as yearning as mine. He pulls me into him, framing my face for a deep kiss before he stands, yanks me up, and smacks my ass. “Help me pack this shit.”
I laugh at his haste, even more so when I see him adjust himself in his shorts with a shake of his head at me. With lightning speed, he tosses everything back in the cooler and the duffle bag, not the least bit concerned with whether things were packaged correctly or standing upright.
And then, we’re back in the truck and speeding across town.
I can’t help but watch him as he drives, his grip tight on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, and that bulge ever present under his shorts. When we hit a stoplight downtown, I tug on my seatbelt enough to loosen it so I can lean over the console, and I hesitantly smooth my hand over his abdomen, the band of his shorts, until my hand folds over his hard-on and squeezes.
“Fuck, Erin,” he hisses, grinding his hips into me.
I lick my lips, eyes on his growing length as the light turns green and I squeeze him a little harder, rolling my palm over the slick fabric of his shorts. When we hit the next light, I tug on the string tying his shorts at the top, freeing the knot.
“Can you take these down a bit?”
Bear’s head snaps in my direction, and he gapes for just a millisecond before he presses his foot into the brake and lifts his hips enough to slide his shorts and briefs down to mid-thigh, freeing his cock.
I moan at the sight, biting my lip again before I lean even farther over the console. Clinton adjusts, holding the steering wheel high with one hand so I have enough room to peek my head in, and his other hand is holding his pant
s out of the way.
Careful not to hit his arm, I run my fist over him — one pump, two — and then I cover his large tip with my lips, spreading them wide until at last my tongue tastes him, swirling and sucking and teasing.
He groans loud, but keeps his eyes on the road, his focus steady as I take him a little farther inside each time. I feel wild and free, sexual in a way I haven’t in a long time — if ever. He makes me feel this way… comfortable, confident, desired.
Safe.
It’s hard for me to take Bear all the way in my mouth even with the best positioning, so being at this awkward angle with his pants in the way, it’s impossible. But I slick my tongue along the walls of his shaft, curling it over his tip and moving in time with my hands as best I can. I know I won’t get him off this way, but I also know I’ve got him so hard, his balls so tight that he’s ready to burst.
When we pull into the small driveway of his house, he slams the truck into park and instantly reaches over to unbuckle my seatbelt. In the next breath, he’s pulling me on top of him, flipping the center console up and out of the way so my knees have more room to steady myself. I straddle him as he crashes his mouth to mine, hand at the back of my head and crushing me to him like that kiss is his lifeline.
“You are everything I’ve ever wanted,” he breathes against my lips before bruising them with another kiss. “Everything I need.”
I kiss back in earnest as my answer, frustrated that he’s exposed but my shorts are between us. “Take me inside.”
Blindly, he reaches for the handle and shoves the door open, holding me to him as he stumbles out of the truck. He doesn’t even bother to pull his pants up, doesn’t give a shit if anyone in the neighborhood is watching. He just holds tight, my legs wrapped around his waist, and shuffles up the few stairs to his porch, fumbling with his key in the door, and then we tumble inside.
My back slams against the wood the second the door closes, and Bear pins me there, kissing my neck, my collarbone before frantically tearing my shirt off and sucking the swells of my breasts where they heave above the shell of my white bra.
A growl seeps from his throat, and then he drops me to my feet long enough to yank my shorts down to my ankles. He reaches for my panties next, but they’re just a thin scrap of a thong, and without meaning to, he shreds the threading, quite literally ripping them off me.
“Shit,” he says, looking at the lace in his hands, his chest rising and falling in erratic huffs.
“Whatever, I have more,” I say quickly, and I grab the lace from his hands and throw it across the room before leaping back into his arms.
Our lips fuse together, and we’re on the move again, though I can’t see where. Suddenly, my ass is placed on top of the cool countertop, and Bear tugs me forward until I’m hanging off the edge and leaning back on my hands to steady myself.
He doesn’t even take the time to remove my bra, just tugs the cups down until my breasts pop out, and he devours both, sucking the nipples and swirling his expert tongue hard and fast. I let my head drop back, legs already quivering at the need to have him inside me.
Suddenly, he stills.
His forehead drops to my chest, and he shakes his head, meeting my gaze with an apologetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says, swallowing a gulp of air. “I… I want you so bad I…” He shakes his head. “I’ll slow down, I’m sorry.”
“No,” I whine, and I press up until I’m kissing him just as hard and desperate as before. “Don’t slow down, Clinton. Don’t stop.”
He curses, sucking my lip between his teeth before releasing it with a pop. “I want to fuck you right now, Erin. Hard. Brutally. Do you understand?”
My pussy clenches at the words.
“I want to slam into you. I want to feel you stretch open for me, and then I want to fuck you hard and fast. This is how animalistic you make me. So if I don’t slow down now, I won’t be able to.”
“Don’t,” I whisper again, scooching closer, my ass hanging off the edge of the counter now. I reach down to stroke his long length, coating him with the pre-cum on his tip. “Condom.”
In a flash, he’s gone, reaching into his shorts that he’d abandoned by the door without me even realizing. He fishes out a condom from his wallet, slides it on, and rips his shirt overhead, stalking toward me like a hungry beast.
Yes, my body hums.
I don’t want tender. I don’t want gentle and careful. I don’t want to be something everyone thinks will shatter in a moment’s notice, some fragile, doll-like thing.
I want to be the powerful woman who drives him wild.
I want to be the source of his every desire.
I want to feel every ounce of his lust-driven madness.
He must see it in my eyes, too, because the second he reaches me, he runs his large hands back through my hair, tugging until my neck is arched, chin turned skyward, his mouth crushing down on top of mine. He steals a soul-shattering kiss, and then he holds my hair there in one fist so I’m watching his face as he reaches down and positions himself at my entrance.
Then, without warning, without care for gentleness — he impales me.
The burning sensation of stretching open makes me cry out, but it’s gone in a flash, replaced by an all-consuming desire as Bear picks me up off the countertop and holds me in his arms as he rams into me again.
How the hell this man can hold me, balance me, and fuck me to the hilt is beyond me, but I know one thing — he’s in control this time.
So I just hold on tight and let him take me for the ride.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he purrs, kissing me hard as he wraps himself all around me. One arm holds the small of my back, crushing me to him, and the other firmly grips my ass, helping me ride him as he bends into a bit of a squat. His hips thrust, in and out, slow at first but quickly picking up speed. “So fucking good.”
I can’t say anything in return.
It’s all I can do to hold on, to moan, to cry out and keep breathing as he pummels me. He gives me exactly what I asked for — all of him, no holds barred.
Without me realizing it, he’s walked us to the couch, and he lays me down into the cushions, dropping to his knees and pulling my ass to hang off the edge. He reaches up to palm my tits, and then he’s pounding me again, harder, faster, relentless and menacing.
I come without warning.
There’s no slow building, no little spark that catches and softly tingles through my limbs. No, one second I’m holding on for dear life, the next I’m screaming so loud I feel like a porn star as the unexpected waves topple over me.
My cries only fuel Clinton more, and he keeps his pace, growling something like yes, baby but I can’t be sure because I’ve completely blacked out. Stars are in my veins, gravity doesn’t exist, I’m floating and free-falling all at once.
With a grunt, he slams into me even deeper somehow, holding me there with him buried inside me. I feel his cock pulse between my walls, the emptying of himself inside the condom as a lion-like roar rips from his throat.
And then, as if we’ve been running for miles, we both collapse.
He falls into me, I sink farther into the couch, wrapping my legs around him and holding onto his slick shoulders with my still-trembling hands. We stay like that a long while, just breathing, existing.
Slowly, Bear starts planting soft kisses on my shoulder, my neck, until he tilts my chin with his knuckles and captures a long, slow, sensual kiss.
Safe.
I am so safe with him.
“Fucking Christ, Erin,” he pants, smiling before he kisses me again. “That was… you are…” But he can’t finish the sentence, just shakes his head and folds me in his arms, maneuvering us until we’re lying on the couch — him on his back, me on my side with my head on his chest.
“I loved that,” I admit, trailing my fingertips along his chest.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“God, no,” I snort. “Can you not tell?”
“I think I screamed loud enough for the whole city to hear.”
“Good. Let them hear,” he says, twisting until he’s facing me. “Let the whole damn world know you’re mine.”
My heart flutters.
“And you’re mine?”
He shakes his head, one corner of his mouth lifting as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“Haven’t I always been?”
And then he kisses me, his hand roaming down to trail the sensitive skin on my hip, and we slip easily into round two.
“WHAT ABOUT THIS?” I ask the girls, holding up a shiny, silver vest. “I could wear it over a lime green tube top!”
“Ooooh, yes!” Jess says with glee, grabbing the vest from me and holding it up over my chest. “If you button this top one, it’ll push your titties up all nice and pretty.”
I snort as Skyler adds, “We have to put LED lights on your cowboy hat.”
“Duh,” I say with a flip of my hair. “And star earrings. Every space cowboy has star earrings.”
I grab the vest from Jess and toss it in our cart, and then we move along.
“I love thrift shopping,” Erin says, dragging her fingertips along the rack of clothes as we walk. “Especially when it comes to planning for Halloween.”
“What are you going to be again?” I ask.
“We’re going to be a doctor and a nurse,” she says with her cheeks shading red.
“We,” Jess repeats with a cock of her eyebrow. “As in, you and Bear?”
Erin nods.
“God, I’m obsessed with you two,” Jess says with a shake of her head. “I think I ship you more than any celebrity relationship I’ve ever followed.”
“I think Bear just wants to see me in a little nurse uniform,” Erin says.
“Obviously,” I chime in. “But hey, that’s half the fun of Halloween — get all dressed up just to have someone else strip it all off.”
The girls laugh at that, but mine is cut short when I remember I won’t have that part of the night this year.
This will be the first Halloween I haven’t spent with Adam since… well, since coming to college.
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