Page 32 of Loyalties & Longings

“Now, let’s find somewhere quiet to have loud sex in this cemetery.” I turn and practically drag her behind me.

Lake has me wrapped around her finger. Fuck, if she told me to go and walk out in front of oncoming traffic, I’d probably do it.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lake

We walk through the cemetery, weaving in and out of the graves. The rush I’m feeling from the thrill of this idea, along with Blaze’s confession, already has me damp.

I let Blaze lead me by the hand toward the less-visited area at the back of the cemetery. Maybe he’s been here before. Maybe his dad is buried in this cemetery. I’m not too concerned about getting caught—that idea only ramps up the excitement. I decide to take the lead because a thought just popped into my fucked-up mind. I’m now looking for something in particular and wonder how messed up he is going to think I am at this suggestion. I glance over my shoulder in time to see him narrow his eyes.

“What are you up to?”

“You’ll see,” I say with a small smile. He hasn’t resisted me yet, though, and stays close behind.

Finally, I spot what I’ve been looking for a few rows away from us.

I move a little faster, eager to start one of my most long-lived fantasies. I come to an abrupt stop right in front of it and turn to face it. My halt is so sudden that Blaze isn’t quick enough to react, and he walks straight into me. His reflexes are fast, though, and he catches me as I stumble sideways. Before I topple over, he pulls me close, crushing the side of my body to the front of his.

Grabbing hold of the arm that is now wrapped around me, I stare down at what is in front of me. I feel the burn of Blaze’s eyes as they shift from me to what I’m looking at, but I’m too nervous to look up at him.

“Lake?” His voice is a soft rumble in my ear. I shut my eyestightly. He definitely thinks I’m certifiably crazy.

But I’m at a stage in my life where I’m done with caring. Take me or leave me the way I am. If he wants out, then so be it. I won’t stop him. A little voice inside my head, though, is screaming at me not to be so freaking stupid. Blaze is amazing, and I cannot let go of what he has given me a taste of.

“Are you okay, Lake?” His voice is still calm and level but no less deep.

Turning my head to him, I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’ve always fantasized about having sex not only in a cemetery butina burial plot.” I tilt my head to the side, toward the freshly dug hole in front of me, and screw the side of my face up in awkward embarrassment.

Blaze brings his hand slowly up to my face and brushes the bottom of my jaw gently with his thumb, his eyes full of seriousness and not shifting from mine.

“Lake, I would do anything for you. You need to believe me when I say this… if you are mine, if I am yours, nothing will stop me from keeping you safe and happy.” He pauses, filling the silence with nothing but certainty and truth.

He continues, “And nothing will stop me from keeping you sexually satisfied. Nothing will stop me from trying to give you everything you fucking need. I will shoot the damn sun out of the sky and bring it down to you if you say you’re too cold.

“You know how much of a monster I am, what I’ve done in the past, and you’re still here telling me you want me. Clearly, our demons play well together. So let them. I will give you the world, Lake. All you have to do is ask for it.” His voice is stern now, urging me to understand.

Leaning up on my toes, I kiss his mouth, needing him to stop talking and start touching. With a speech like that, my panties are drenched. I run my hands down the front of his top to his crotch, moaning softly into his mouth as I feel the rock-hardbulge that’s already waiting for me. His fingers dig into my sides as he pulls his body back, leaving me a little shocked.

Blaze jumps down into the plot before holding a hand out. “Now get that sweet ass down here so we can fulfill your fantasy,” he barks at me, sending a bolt of electricity down my body straight to my already-drenched sweet spot.

Taking his hand, I jump into the burial plot with him.

“Funny, I thought they would be deeper than this. It’s not much deeper than my height,” I muse. Actually, if I stand tall, I’m quite easily half a head taller.

Interesting.

Not wasting any time, I start unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. While looking up at him, biting my bottom lip, I am excited this is finally happening. He unbuttons my jeans and yanks them just over my ass. Grabbing the back of my head with one of his hands, he pulls me in, parts my lips with his tongue, and kisses me with intense force.

Hungry like an animal, it only brings my need even closer to the surface—this isn’t going to last long. Our teeth clash as he dips his other hand down the front of my lace thong. There’s a deep rumble coming from the back of his throat when his fingers find my moisture. Circling my clit once before dipping a finger inside me, it causes me to release yet another moan.

He grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and brings my back flush with his body. I feel his hard cock at my back, practically boring a hole through me. He roughly palms one of my breasts briefly before shoving my torso down, almost snapping me in half. My hands find the dirt wall of the plot, helping me keep my balance.

Blaze pulls my underwear to the side and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slick wetness.

I like his way of thinking.

I don’t question him about a condom. I’m too caught up inneeding him inside me.

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