Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Good.” He bent forward long enough to remove her jeans entirely, tossing them to the leafy earth. “It’s the only plan.”
He backed them up until he could sit down on a boulder, pulling her down into a straddle on his lap, their mouths opening and exhaling when her softness met and pressed against that swelling part of him. “I don’t remember you being this demanding,” she gasped as he yanked her panties to the right and guided himself to her wetness.
“You don’t understand, I’ve been a mess needing this pussy. Got me so addicted.”
He shuddered violently.
Licked at her panting mouth. Whispered her name. Pressed one thick inch inside of her. Two. Making her whimper, nails sinking into the meat of his shoulder.
“Maybe I’m demanding now. Maybe I’m not myself when I’ve been without you.” Gritting his teeth, Robbie punched his hips upward, shooting delicious shock waves to every corner of Skylar’s body, the pressure so welcome it made her eyes water, made her immediately start moving, writhing, clinging to his broad shoulders while she ground and bucked her hips, thighs quaking. “I refuse to be without you anymore. Take the keys. Take the closet. Take half of everything I own.”
She rode him, thighs wide, reveling in the spontaneity of the moment, the perfect connection of their bodies, his warmth and size and heart. Yes, his heart. She could feel it thundering against her breasts, experienced his love for her everywhere. In the air, in her blood. “We’ve barely started the pro-con list—”
A snarling gust of wind ripped across the cliff, so intense she ducked her face into his neck, his arms coming around her at the same time and crushing her close. When the gust died down, they looked at each other through eyes made glassy with hunger, Skylar’s lower body beginning to roll and press and scoop again, their mouths whispering words of praise in between kisses, woven in and out of groans of each other’s names.
And Skylar could read it—the future in Robbie’s eyes. Could see how unwaveringly he believed in that future. How much he wanted and needed it with her.
She would give it to him.
When they finished, they did it together, Robbie’s hands bruising on her backside as he yanked her tight, tight to his lap and cursed gutturally, telling her he loved her while she shook, following just seconds later, his eyes losing focus, head falling back, neck muscles so stark, bathed in the morning light while she circled, circled those final times, making him jerk with a renewed wave of pleasure, finally collapsing into the arms that were now her home. And she wrapped her arms around his neck and offered him one back.
“Skylar,” he whispered a few minutes later, sounding . . . still dazed?
“Mmmm.”
He took her chin in his hand, turning her face to the right.
They both stared open-mouthed at the yellow kite sitting sideways on the earth, not five feet away, trapped in some tall grass.
“No way,” she said, moisture flooding her vision.
Robbie dropped his face into her neck, his voice hitching. “Holy shit.”
Whether the dislodging of the kite was an act of nature, pure coincidence . . . or a message from a loved one on the other side, Skylar decided to interpret it to mean they weren’t there in that moment on that exact day by coincidence. Not a moment of their time together had been an accident, since the morning of the baseball game until now. Every word, every decision had led to here . . . and she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
With anyone else.
“Okay, Robbie,” she whispered. “I’ll take that set of keys.”
His parents ever so faintly heard their son’s cheer of victory from outside the fence of the Preserve. They high-fived. “We’ll offer to split the wedding with her folks, I think.”
A gusting sigh followed, but there was a smile behind it. “Fine.”
Epilogue
Five Years Later
Robbie inhaled the scent of fresh cut grass, closing his eyes while he absorbed the music of life happening around him. The soundtrack had changed drastically since he’d met Skylar. Become richer and more fulfilling. And it changed again every year, adding new voices, new life, but one thing never, ever changed and that was his devotion to her.
His wife.
It had only been ten seconds since the last time Robbie looked at her, but that was ten seconds too long, as far as he was concerned. Especially now, when she was in her element, dressed in white shorts and a Bearcats hoodie, preparing to throw out the first pitch of their once-a-year Saturday morning game.
Bearcats vs. Baseball.
An excuse to get friends and teammates together, sure, but secretly, it was their way of remembering their very first meeting, which Robbie privately referred to as the day his life truly began. Who could have guessed the girl whose first words to him were fuck you would end up becoming his everything?