Page 82 of Roaring Fork Rockstar

“We need to pick up more of those,” she said, breaking the tension in the most perfect way.

“Damn, I love you,” I said, spreading her legs to rest between them. Holding myself with one arm, I took her perfect nipple in my mouth, sucking until she arched, then moving to the other.

“Holt?”

I shifted so my lips could brush hers. “Keltie?”

“It’s, uh, been a long time since I’ve done this.”

“Pretty sure it’s like ridin’ a bike, darlin’.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

I looked into her eyes. “If you aren’t ready, we can stop right now.”

Her eyebrows flashed. “Notready? I’m beyond ready, Holt. In fact, if you could speed things up a bit, I’d be all for it.”

I smiled, positioned myself at her entrance, then eased inside at the same time I circled her bundle of nerves with her wetness. She arched again, and her eyes drifted closed.

“You doin’ okay?” I asked, barely holding on as well.

Her response, sinking her fingernails into the cheek of my ass and pushing me against her, was all the answer I needed. I thrust deeper, increasing our rhythm as she matched me stroke for stroke, and her hands moved to my shoulders.

“Holt?” she repeated.

“Come for me, Keltie.” I thrust hard and fast until I felt her pussy clench and her wetness flood me. Only then did I let myself go.

For the next couple of hours, I traced every inch of her with my hands and mouth, memorizing the constellation of freckles across her shoulders and the places that made her breath catch. We were out of condoms, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t bring each other pleasure.

“I love you,” she whispered again and again, each time we crested together. “I love you so much.”

Dawn filteredthrough the curtains when I woke. Keltie’s head was nestled against my shoulder, her breathing deep and even. I remained still, not wanting to disturb her after weeks of restless nights in hospital chairs. I watched her breathe, the gentle movement of her eyelashes against her skin.

Luna’s voice drifted through the partially open door, followed by Victor’s low reply. The smell of coffee and breakfast wafted up the stairwell. I eased carefully from beneath Keltie, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling on my jeans and shirt.

“And then they found a magic berry bush,” Luna was saying as I descended the stairs. She sat at the kitchen table, a purple bandana covering her head, animatedly moving her hands as she described her latest story to her grandfather.

Victor looked up from the stovetop, where he was flipping what looked like French toast. “Buenos días.Coffee’s fresh.”

“Morning,” I replied, gratefully accepting the mug he offered.

“Mr. Holt!” Luna beamed. “I’m tellingAbueloabout the new story I dreamed!”

I sat beside her, ruffling her bandana gently. “I can’t wait to hear it, Unicorn Girl.”

Victor set a plate of French toast in front of Luna, who immediately doused it in syrup.

“Is Mommy still sleeping?” Luna asked between bites.

“She is. She needs the rest,” I replied, sharing a knowing look with Victor.

“Did you sleep nice beside Mommy?” Luna asked, her innocent question nearly making me choke on my coffee.

Victor chuckled. “Pequeña, let Mr. Holt eat his breakfast before the interrogation, eh?”

“Abuelosays you make her happy,” Luna whispered.

My heart squeezed in my chest. “She makes me happy too,” I said, tapping her nose lightly.

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