Page 38 of F*cking Shattered

“So?”

I nod with a smile. “It’s not bad.”

“Not bad?” He scoffs. “Just wait until you try the smores.”

“I’ve had smores.”

He puts another hotdog on the stick. “But have you had them made on an open fire, not in a microwave?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Did you spend your life under a rock?” he teases.

I laugh. “Kind of.”

We spend the rest of the night eating our hotdogs and smores which are amazing. I discover I like them much more than microwave smores. I love them burnt to a crisp: when the outer shell peels off.

I also learn more about River. He doesn’t realize this, but the more I come out of the shadows, the more he shows himself to me. The real him. The person he used to be, the reason he is the way he is, and I love him even more for it.

He pours a bucket of water on the fire before we crawl into the tent and below the sleeping bag.

The wildlife goes on around us. It’s relaxing hearing the crickets chirp and the soft sounds of the water rippling. The smell of the wet earth is all around us, mixing with the scent of the pine trees. River’s deep, rich scent mixes perfectly with our wooded surroundings.

I roll over to face him, and I place my hand on his angular jaw, tilting his head to the side to meet my stare. “Thank you for telling me a little about your life.”

He moves, placing his arm behind my head, bringing me closer against his body. “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll make you a deal.”

“What deal?” I look up at him wide eyed.

“Each time you mark something off your list, I’ll tell you something about my past. It might not be something big or dramatic, but just a memory or something that has affected me in some way.”

“Deal!” I move my mouth to his and he kisses me softly.

He slowly rolls us until I’m on my back and he’s on his side, facing me. His right hand runs down my arm, latching onto my wrist before he pulls it above my head.

He pulls his left arm out from under my head and does the same until he’s holding me down by my wrists. His lips find mine as he positions himself between my legs that are quivering with need for him.

“Are you going to hold me down?” I whisper against his lips while I move my hips against him.

“We’re in the wilderness now, princess. It brings out the animal in me.” His mouth covers mine as he demands entrance.

This, right here, reminds me of our night behind the club. The way he could go from cute boy-next-door to the dark, sexy, demanding predator at the flip of a switch.

His hot lips trail down my neck while his hands get busy pushing my oversized t-shirt up my thighs, revealing my hot pink panties. His hand runs over my sex and it sends a chill through me. “You’re soaking your panties, beautiful.” He tugs them down my legs. “Let’s just get rid of these.”

The moment they are pulled off, his mouth finds me. His tongue runs across my slit, over the hard nub, making me buck with pleasure. My hand tangles in his hair, not allowing him to move.

He lets out a small laugh, his breath blowing across the wet junction between my legs, and it only makes me want him more.

His big hands wrap around my thighs while he doubles his efforts. The tent fills with the sounds of my heavy breathing and the sounds of him licking and sucking my clit into his mouth. Just as I’m about to let my release go, he thrusts into me, making me come undone around him. Every muscle tightens with my orgasm. I’m squeezing him so hard he can barely move inside of me. He pulls out all he can before pushing back in.

Pure ecstasy has been released inside of me. I don’t think anything of it when I roll him over and take my place on top of him. My fingers are splayed out across his shirtless chest as I ride every inch of him. He fits me perfectly, stretching just enough to add a little pain, but in a good way.

I open my eyes to see his face contorted with pleasure. His brows are pulled together and he’s biting his bottom lip. His hands hold me by my thighs as he lifts me up and pulls me back down as hard and quickly as he can.

My head falls back as my lips part with a loud moan. My eyes flutter closed. I’m no longer in control of my body. It’s pure primal now. I shatter into a million pieces as he lets out a groan and fills me with my muscles clenching around him.

I feel him shudder inside of me before I slide off of him, to his side. I rest my head against his chest, listening as his breathing and heart go crazy for me.

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