Page 98 of Rewrite Our Story

“What?”

“I know that I’ll stop at nothing to figure this out. I’ll talk to my dad about the ranch once a little more time has passed since Mom. I’ll find new people to hire. Whatever it takes, Goldie. I’m not fucking up a second time. I’m not losing us again.”

“So I’ll go back to Chicago and you’ll stay here?”

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her shoulder. I slip my fingers underneath her dress, letting my hand drift slowly up her thigh. “If that’s what we have to do for right now, yes. You finish that book and do what you need to do in Chicago. I can’t fucking wait to read it.”

“Cade,” she moans as my lips hit the hollow of her throat. Her back arches. The sound makes me lose the last bit of control I had. Grabbing her hips, I pull her on top of me.

“Goldie,” I respond.

“What happened tolong distance relationships never work?” To tease me, she grinds her hips up and down, grinding right over the denim covering my length. I smile, loving how she’s giving me shit for something I said long ago.

“I was wrong, baby. I’ll make anything work to keep you. To keep us.”

I cover her mouth with mine, needing to taste her. She eagerly slips her tongue in my mouth, taunting and teasing me with the slow rhythm of her hips.

"But if you have to leave, I’m going to give you something to remember me by.”

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MARE - PRESENT

Cade’s mouthisn’t gentle as he seals it to mine once again. His kiss is a claim. He won’t back down at the thought of me leaving. The possessive way his tongue slides into my mouth tells me everything I need to know.

This time is different.

I will leave Sutten to finish what I’ve started, but he’ll be here waiting. My chest feels heavy, but it’s with happiness. I never knew I could feel this way again. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I’d hoped and wished that maybe one day Cade and I would find our way to each other again, but by morning I always made sure to not let that hope live.

But things feel different this time. We have no clear plan, and maybe that’s okay. Maybe just the knowledge of how we feel about each other is enough.

Cade slips his finger underneath one of the thin straps of my dress. The strap falls off my shoulder, allowing him free reign of my exposed skin. He doesn’t hesitate for a second. He kisses a trail around my neck. They aren’t soft. He nips at my collar bone, easing the pain with his warm tongue.

“I want you,” he rasps. “Right here. Right now.”

I moan, bucking my hips when his fingers drift across the front of my panties.

“Out here?”

“Yes. I’ve had you under the moon before, let me claim you under the sun, in our field of marigolds.”

He begins to slip my underwear down my legs. I help him by sliding off and pulling them the rest of the way off.

Cade licks his lips next to me, staring at where my dress bunches at my hips. “Fuck. One glimpse of your soaking wet cunt and I’m ready to bury myself in you.”

Keeping his focus, I reach down to grab the hem of my dress. Slowly, I pull it up and over my body.

I’d feel bashful having the sun beat down on every bare inch of me if it was with anyone but Cade. I should feel exposed, being completely naked outside. But it isn't awkward at all. It feels perfect having his hungry gaze focused on me.

His cock strains in his jeans. I can’t look away. Excitedly, I close the distance between us, letting my hand drift along the tented denim. “I wonder how ready I’ll be if I put my mouth right…” my fingers skirt along the top of his jeans, “here…”

Cade sucks in a long breath. I stare at the muscle feathering at his jaw. I trace the outline of him once again. His hard length twitches against my touch, beckoning me to pull it out.

I bite my lip in excitement. It’s time he loses all his clothes like I have. We sit in front of one another, our bodies brushing against each other’s. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, Goldie,” he growls.

His words send me into action. My fingers begin to undo his jeans while he strips out of his shirt. If I wasn’t so excited to take him in my mouth again, I’d take a second to appreciate the slopes and planes of his muscles. I’d take my time licking every inch of him, paying extra attention to the marigold flower he has permanently inked on his hip.

With his jeans now undone, I can see the tip of him peeking out from the waistband of his boxer briefs. It already glistens with the slightest hint of precum. My tongue wets my lips in anticipation. I look up, smiling.

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