Page 72 of Wild Love

I flipped her skirt over her hips; her pussy was already glistening. She was always ready for me. I tried not to think about how this was temporary, but it was impossible to banish the idea from my mind entirely.

She lifted, removing her shirt and unsnapping her bra. "You're wearing too many clothes."

I didn't waste any time getting naked. She crawled seductively across the bed toward me, then she knelt on the bed, her hand gripping the base of my cock.

She was so gorgeous when she let go. I wondered what it would be like to see more than desire in her eyes. What would love look like?

My heart ached at the idea, and I moved her hand away. "That's not how I want this to go tonight."

"Oh, yeah? How do you want it?" Scarlett purred.

I tugged her off the mattress, turning her, then placed her hands on the comforter, pulling her hips out until she was on display for me.

"I want you like this. Don't move."

She looked over her shoulder at me. "Your wish is my command."

I hoped more than anything that was the case in everything, but it was only for sex. And it was only for now. I slid my cock between her folds. She was already wet for me.

I gripped her hips and entered her in one motion. It was too much but not enough. With the backdrop of the mountains, I tried to make her see how I felt, punctuating every thrust with a grunt.

She whimpered and came apart. It was the most beautifulthing I'd ever seen. I followed her over, unable to hold back. I rested over her back, kissing her shoulder.

I pulled out and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to clean her up. Sex without condoms was messy, and I'd never done this with anyone before.

Was this special to her too? Or was I just another guy that she kept in one port and then moved on to another?

17

SCARLETT

When we woke up the next morning, Eli said he was going skydiving with the guys. He'd said he hadn't done anything wild in a while and needed to do something to feel alive.

I couldn't tell him not to do it. But I felt this overwhelming sense of anxiety.

I tried to focus on Saturday-morning rehearsal, but it was impossible.

Marigold finally pulled me away. "Are you as freaked out as I am?"

"Is Chance doing it too?" My heart raced.

"Uh-huh. I tried to talk him out of it, but he just laughed and said it was safer than driving or some BS.

"Did you just swear?" I asked, a little shocked even though she'd used the acronym.

"Scarlett. Focus. The boys are going skydiving. They could die. I looked up Chance's claim about it being safe, and he was lying.Flyingis safer than driving. He's falling. Out. Of. A. Plane," she said, emphasizing each word.

"I'm sure they're not falling per se. Surely, there's more finesse to it than that."

"Do you remember how gravity works?" Without waiting for a response, she continued, "Do you know the stats on how often the parachute doesn't open?"

I swayed on my feet. I couldn't imagine Eli not coming home. When he'd told me about his plans for the day, I couldn't speak any of my fears out loud because it would mean admitting that I cared about him. And that wasn't part of our deal.

Marigold gripped my forearms. "Scarlett. Get it together. We need to stop them."

"Stop them?" I asked, feeling lightheaded as I looked around at the kids who were playing some elaborate game of hide-and-seek. This was not going according to plan.

Marigold moved away from me to the center of the stage. "I'm sorry, but we've had an emergency come up. We need to end practice early."

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