Page 50 of Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots

The men huff out ‘you’re welcomes’ and throw me one final glare, muttering under their breath as they turn back toward the pier.

“Can we continue this conversation at your place?” I ask, my mind immediately on how I can make this up to her—on my knees preferably. “I think we could both use a hot shower.”

A soft blush moves up her cheeks, and I chuckle, knowing her thoughts have wound down the same sexy rabbit hole as mine.

I snag her hand and tug. “Come on, beautiful. I’ve heard makeup sex can be pretty incredible.”

The drive back to her condo only takes minutes, but it feels like an eternity. A desperate need builds inside me to reestablish ourbond and at this point, if we don’t get out of bed for a week, I’m okay with that.

I park next to her and move up behind her as we jog up the stairs. There is a measure of relief to see the same urgency on her face that I’m feeling. And as the terror of losing her wears off, the need to bury myself inside her is practically insatiable.

My clothes start flying off the moment I lock the door behind us, and Sophie launches herself at me. Her fingers spear through my hair and her mouth latches onto mine. I grab her ass and grind my hard cock into her belly, showing her just how desperate I am, how much I need her.

“Shower,” I order between kisses, cradling her ass cheeks in my hands and walking us into the bathroom.

Sophie sheds her clothes at a record pace, and as I toe off my boots, she yanks my pants down, kneeling to drag them off my feet. Her hand immediately goes to my cock, and I growl loudly as my hand cups the back of her head.

“You always taste so good,” she purrs before her lips wrap around my swollen head.

The sensation is mind blowing, and I see stars as her tongue works its magic on my length. My balls tighten in a warning, and I pull her away. This is not how I want this to end. This time anyway…

“Not yet, baby. In the shower.” I turn the water on and we step under the warm spray.

Her full breasts and tight nipples practically beg for my attention, and I drag my tongue across her velvety flesh, loving the moan I wring from her throat.

My fingers coast over her sensitive folds, thrilled at the way she gasps and arches her hips into me. She’s dripping wet, and my cock throbs with the need to bury deep inside her. “Alex,” she groans.

“I’m sorry, baby.” I lift her, catching her knees with my arms and pinning her against the shower wall. “I can’t wait. I need you now.” My cock notches easily at her swollen entrance, and I press forward, her wet heat wrapping tightly around me. We moan in unison, and my mouth latches on the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet, sucking and licking as I pound into her at a ruthless pace.

My emotions and adrenaline are still riding high from nearly losing her today, and the need to reestablish our bond is relentless. But with each stroke, my soul settles a little more, and the rightness of our union takes my breath away. Her hot channel tightens around my cock, and I nearly lose it as her nails dig into my back, creating tiny divots in my skin. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Come for me,” I groan out. “Let me feel you.”

I twist my hips, making contact with her sweet spot, and sigh with relief as she shrieks and convulses around me. “That’s it,” I moan as I let go and burst inside her. My body arches with each throbbing pulse and my eyes roll back into my head. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life.

I slump against her, panting as I trail kisses up her sweet neck and latch onto her mouth. Our tongues twine together lazily as we enjoy the last vestiges of our orgasms.

Then it hits me and I freeze. “Oh shit. I forgot a condom.” I pull back and meet her serene gaze.

“I’m on the pill, Alex. As long as you don’t have some horrible disease, we’re good.”

I slump against her in relief, my lips retracing the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “Damn. I’m not certain I’ll be able to walk after this.”

Sophie gives me a bashful smile, warming my heart. “Then we’ll just have to stay in bed the rest of the day.”

Epilogue

Sophie

Six months later

Ifill the wine sample, trying to hide the shake in my hands. This is our fourth competition event in the last six months, and my belly is still in knots. I guess the drive to win top marks every time will never go away. Perfection is in my blood.

“This is our latest rose, Love Undercover. It’s a blend of pinot noir grapes and our experimental varietal. You’ll notice the bright berry on the nose with a hint of stone fruit mid-palate,” I coach, relaxing at the bobbing of heads and nods I see from the attendees. The tension in my chest unravels slightly at theoohsandaahsas they smack their lips.

Love Undercover has proven to be even better than Alex and I had hoped and has quickly become the winery’s best seller. And that is saying something. We had to increase production dramatically after that first competition when Brennen had entered Sophia’s Blend and won. Demand has gone through the roof and the Celtic Knot Winery is suddenly on the wine map again, with visitors coming from all over the country.

With Alex’s help and the influx of cash, we’ve cranked out seven new wines and are even garnering attention from theinternational wine world. Plus, because of Brennen’s foresight, interest in the winery’s experimental grapes has exploded, and partnering requests have flooded in from across the country, especially in areas where growing wine grapes is difficult.

My eyes move to the huddled group of judges standing off to the side as they make notes on their clipboards, swishing and spitting our wine into the spittoons. I start to lift a fingernail to my lips and freeze, balling my hand into a fist. If I start gnawing of my nails now, I’ll have bloody stumps by the time this event is over.

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