Page 157 of Full Mountie

She twists around when she hears the door. “How was shopping?”

“Quick. I got a watermelon for dessert.”

“Mmm.” She smiles and tips her face up to the sun. “Lemonade, watermelon, and a deck to read on. I love summer.”

I lean down and cover her mouth with mine. “I love you,” I whisper after I kiss her thoroughly.

I move around the chair and lift her legs so I can sit under them. I slide my hand up her thigh, and her eyes go wide.

“Your neighbours…”

“Our neighbours. And they can’t see anything.”

“Tate…”

“Isn’t here yet. Let me make you feel good. Please?”

The sweet request always works on her. She sighs and relaxes into my touch. I stroke my fingers back and forth over the soft skin of her inner thighs, then higher. I hook the elastic edge of her panties and tug them aside.

She’s wet for me already, soft and warm and slick. I revel in the plump, swollen feel of her flesh. I could touch her for hours, but we don’t have time for that right now.

“Wider,” I murmur, and she drops her far leg to the ground. My forearm slides against her close leg as I ease two fingers into her and roll over her clit with my thumb. “How fast can you come?”

She closes her eyes and arches her back. “Keep doing that and I’ll come pretty fast.”

My cock swells, making my pants tight as I fuck her with my hand. I watch with greedy eyes as her lips part, her cheeks flush, and her eyelids flutter.

Our beautiful woman.

Our Beth.

Ten years ago, I went to a tattoo parlour with Hugh and on a whim, got a compass tattoo.

“I love your ink,” I told him. I meant,I love you, but I couldn’t bring myself to say that.

“You should get something the next time I go in.”

“Yeah.” My mind started to spin.

And later, when I went with him to his favourite place for a touch up, I pulled out a sketch I had in my wallet.

“Could you do something like this?” I asked the artist.

“I can do exactly that.”

“Man, that’s awesome,” Hugh said, leaning over me. His hip pressed against mine, his arm looped lazily around my shoulders.

“You should get the same one. We’re both on the same path, after all. Searching for our true north.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love it.”

It took us ten years to find her.

As she trembles down from her orgasm, as I lick my fingers and watch her smile at me like a queen who has just been well served, I get an idea.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” I ask.

Her eyes light up, then her gaze drops to my hip. She licks her lips. “Maybe.”

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