Page 69 of Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots

Ican’t believe how responsive Joselyn has been to the ropes and my touch. And on that first day when she gave her body over to me to create freely, I was able to craft the masterpiece I’ve envisioned for so long, but never had the appropriate model for. At the center of the full body design I bound her with that day, I created the perfect Celtic Love Knot.

As we continue communicating around our sessions, we’ve opened the floodgates of years of bottled up emotions and trauma. We’ve gotten closer, talking openly about our lives since our separation, the sins of our fathers, and how much we miss our mothers. I finally have someone to confide in about how difficult it’s been to run a faltering business, especially when no one but me seems to care about preserving the family legacy. And when Joselyn offered to work with me on events and marketing, I readily accepted her help.

After feeling alone for so long, the barriers I’ve erected around me are gradually coming down. Every admission, confession, and vulnerability exposed creates fissures in the wall I’ve built around myself. For the first time in a long time, I can envision a path ahead based on love and trust.

Working on myself with Joselyn is also helping me realize that there is power in numbers. Family, whether biological or adopted, is everything. Existing as a lone wolf is no way to live. I’ve been so determined to save the winery and preserve the legacy that I forgot who I was preserving it for—my family and the people I love. And that means resolving my issues with my brother once and for all.

For now, I’m looking forward to Pelican Point’s annual Fall Festival. It used to be a family tradition, and it’s an event that created fond memories and significant milestones for Joselyn and me. Our first kiss. Make out sessions on the Ferris wheel.

It’s also a showcase for local businesses. It’s especially important this year, as Sophia will be previewing her latest creations and I can’t wait to see the public’s reaction with Joselyn by my side.

Chapter 11

Joselyn

The Pelican Point Fall Festival holds special memories for me. I was a little surprised when Brennen asked me to attend with him tonight. We haven’t been seen together in public yet, other than some brief meetings at the winery, preferring to spend private time together reconnecting. But I know it’s important that he make an appearance, since the winery will be debuting new blends.

We enter through the main gate, and the first thing I see is the cotton candy stand. Brennen gives me a knowing look. “Would you like some?”

“My sweet tooth still exists,” I giggle.

We wander for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of the carnival atmosphere, before stopping in front of the Ferris wheel.

“Let’s take a ride,” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver up my spine.

The Ferris wheel is where it all began for us, the place where our love story started when we were teenagers sharing our first kiss.

Brennen buys two tickets from the booth, and we get in line, the oldest couple among a group of teenagers. When it’sour turn, the ride attendant ushers us inside the old-fashioned enclosed car and secures the door, locking us in to our own private cocoon.

As the ride starts, the colorful lights all around us illuminate his handsome features. I can’t help but marvel at how lucky I was to have him in my life before I left. Why did I throw all of that away? Tamping down any melancholy thoughts about how much time we lost, I focus on the here and now. We’re at the very top when the wheel stops to let other couples on and off. Brennen turns to look at me.

“Jos, are you happy?”

“Yes,” I whisper as he brings his lips to mine. Cupping my cheek, he tilts my chin, deepening the kiss as the wheel starts to move again. I’m so caught up in him that it doesn’t register in my brain that we’ve reached the bottom and should have gotten off. Perhaps he gave the operator extra tickets for a longer ride since he’s sending us around again. Brennen ends the kiss and grins. He seems so happy tonight. Likely due to the success of the wine sampling. He’s never been a spontaneous person, so what he says next shocks me.

“What do you say we have some fun up here?” He gives me a sexy wink and slides his hand down my body and between my legs, lifting my dress as he makes slow circles over my clit, mimicking the movement of the Ferris wheel.

“I can’t believe you.” I giggle as my legs start to quiver.

“Want me to stop?” He teases, picking up the pace. He moves the fabric of my panties to the side and plunges two fingers inside me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.

I moan in response, gripping the side of the carriage tightly as the ride picks up speed. Or is that just my imagination? “Yes… No…” Holy hell, I can’t think with him doing that. “I mean…”

“Do you trust me?”

After the progress we’ve made since beginning our shibari sessions, he doesn’t really need to ask me that. But I nod since I’m having trouble forming words.

“I need to hear you say it, Jos. Tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Slide over here and climb on my lap,” he commands as he unzips his pants, moving them just below his hips, and freeing his cock.

Holy shit, he’s commando.I slide onto his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against my softness, but he doesn’t enter me. He wraps an arm around me, holding me close so I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. The world around us seems to be moving in slow motion as we continue to circle around in the Ferris wheel. The motion of the wheel adds another layer of excitement to our encounter. Our lips find one another once more, deepening into a passionate kiss filled with the promise of a second chance.

His fingers continue to work their magic inside me, and I’m now slick with arousal. His thumb brushes against my clit just right, sending electric shockwaves through my body. I moan into his mouth, and my hips grind against him instinctively. I’m lost in the feeling of his touch, the taste of him, and the smell of cotton candy and popcorn mixed with his unique scent. The sounds of our heavy breathing are intoxicating among all the other festival sounds as we move higher and higher up in the air, our bodies growing hotter with every passing second.

Everything else falls away except for the two of us and the intensity of this moment. He groans against my lips when I tighten around his fingers. As he stimulates me faster and faster, my climax builds, the tingling sensation starting at my core and spreading throughout my body until it consumes me entirely. I tear my mouth from his, gasping for air as pleasure overwhelms me, and I cry out, but it’s lost among the sounds of screamingand laughter from all of the other rides and attractions. My orgasm quakes through me, leaving my entire body weak but wanting more from him.

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