Page 41 of You Belong With Me

With long strides, I give chase, my heart pumping with excitement. I can see her ahead. She’s hugging the waterline, her shapely legs carrying her gracefully across the hard-packed sand.

She glances over her shoulder at me, her laughter carrying on the wind. When she sees how close I am, she runs a little faster, but I catch up to her easily—my legs are so much longer than hers.

I tackle her to the sand, twisting mid-air, so when we fall, she falls on top of me. My arms are wrapped around her, and she tries to get away, but I use my advantage of strength to hold her tighter. She stops struggling, her chest heaving. Mine is, too. We’re both out of breath.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask, trying to catch my breath. I don’t let go of her, though. I know better than that.

“I was testing your skill,” she answers playfully. “You know, in case Idodecide to run.”

I roll her onto her back, my lower half pinning her to the sand. My knee is pressed against her center, and despite the cold, I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of my jeans.

My cock stirs to life, and I can’t help it, I kiss her. I don’t want this. I don’twantto be so wrapped up in a chick that I can’t see straight. She’s all I think about, and that can’t be good…

I pull my head back and look down at her. She’s blinking up at me, waiting, her mouth open slightly, the moonlight casting shadows across her beautiful face. Then she smiles up and me, andfuck, my chest aches, that crack in my sternum opening just a fraction wider…

“It’s because you’re so genuine,” I whisper.

She shakes her head a little like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about…

“That’s why I’m drawn to you,” I clarify. “You aren’t after me for my money. Or my influence. And you’ve stared down the darkness inside me without flinching…” I swallow. “I don’t think you realize what a rare quality that is.”

She reaches up and touches the tip of her finger to my chin. “You see that as a rare quality, but I think others would call it stupidity…” she says with a little laugh.

“Don’t do that,” I say firmly. “It doesn’t matter what other people think.”

“That’s always what powerful men say. Unfortunately, the rest of us can’t afford to think that way…”

I smirk, because I’ve been surrounded by powerful men all my life. I know their secrets. I know how they operate.

“How do you think those men become so powerful?” I say. “Do you think they did it by giving a fuck?”

Her smile widens. “Fair point.”

I have one hand braced beside her head, holding my weight, so I don’t crush her. My other hand moves up her shapely thigh, my fingers dipping under the skirt of her dress. Her panties are just a wisp of fabric, and I pull the crotch aside easily, pushing one finger into her wet cunt.

She moans and shifts her hips, opening her thighs a little wider. One leg is restricted by the weight of my lower body, but the other falls open easily. Lowering my head, I bury my face in her hair as I push two fingers into her as deeply as I can.

My God, I’d give every last cent in my bank account if we could just stay like this forever, tangled up on the beach with Wyn, wrapped up in each other. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the scent of her—gardenia mixed with the salty beach air. I could get drunk on this scent.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I unzip my pants and free my rock-hard cock. I’m inside her in seconds, buried in her warmth, and I groan loudly—the sound blending with the crashing waves behind us.

I kiss her deeply as I shift my hips, pushing forcefully into her sweet body. Her channel sucks me in, clenching around my shaft like a tight fist.Christ, she feels so damn good, and I already know I won’t last long.

She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, drinking in the taste of her as I thrust into her slowly, drawing out every stroke. I desperately want to slam into her, and selfishly take what I need, but there’s an equally desperate part of me thatwants to take it slow and enjoy every fucking second of being inside her.

Breaking the kiss, I pull back and look down into her eyes. She stares back up at me, and I’m not a religious guy, but something happens in that moment. Something intense passes between us, a spark of something I’ve never felt before. And I know she feels it, too, because her eyes widen, and her breath catches.

Grinding my teeth, I cup her ass with my free hand and pull her hips more tightly against me. We’re one dark, twisted soul now, moving in unison, our bodies joined.

In a world filled with ugliness, this is theonebeautiful thing in my life—and I’d move heaven and earth to keep it. To keepher.

With my free hand, I grab a handful of thigh, then pull her leg up, which gives me a new angle, allowing me to fuck her deeper. I thrust sharply, jerking violently against her, and I’m rewarded with an anguished moan that makes me smile.

Goddamn, this girl is perfect.

I’d fall to my knees every day and worship her if only she’d let me.

Maybe I’ll do it anyway. A cult of one.

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