Page 101 of Explorer's Revenge
We need her.
I need her.
Way’s hand loosens in mine, and I glance at him. “Go.” He jerks his head. “Maeve, can you grab us more drinks? Aiy will help you.” He pushes me up, and I frown, not comprehending what he wants. The others urge me on, and I still don’t understand, but I nod as she stands.
“Sure, the beer fridge is in the boathouse. Follow me.” She slips her hand through my arm, a habit I’ve missed as we walk across the grass toward the red boathouse. Pulling the door open, she flips the light on.
There’s a small fishing boat anchored between the pylons, some tools on the back left wall, and fridges and freezers along the opposite wall. She hums as she steps away from me, heading to a fridge, and the reason Way pushed me to go with her finally clicks.
He’s giving me a chance. He knows how much I’ve missed her, and he loves me so much he’s provided me with a chance to fix that. Grabbing her arm, I swallow hard as I call her name. “Maeve?”
She turns to me, tilting her head. “Yeah?” She looks confused and so fucking beautiful, I can’t hold back.
I steal a kiss, and she jerks, gasping as I pull away.
“Sorry, but I missed you,” I tell her as I stare into her eyes. “Actually, I’m not sorry.” Swooping in, I press my lips to hers.
I grip her hips and back her up into the closest wall, but tools rattle and fall. I raise my arm to protect her head, and she giggles as she pulls away, the sound making me smile as I sweep my thumb over her lips.
“Did you miss me?” I whisper.
“Yes,” she replies. “Every day.”
“Can you show me?” Her eyes widen at my request. “I’m tired of letting fear control me. I don’t know if I can, but I want to try. I love you, Maeve, and that isn’t going to change. We are starting over. I want this. I want you.”
“Aiyaret, are you sure?” She looks around nervously.
“I know this isn’t the most romantic spot. Sorry, we can wait. I just—” My cheeks heat with embarrassment.
Her lips find mine again before she takes my hand. “Follow me.”
I’d follow her anywhere.
Any of us would.
She steps down on the wooden plank and then onto the boat, holding my hand as I clamber over less gracefully than her, but she just smiles, tugs off a tarp, and throws it aside to reveal a nest of blankets and pillows. There are journals and maps spread around.
“My escape. It’s my boat.” She turns to me before sinking to her knees. “How do you want me?”
My cock jerks at her words, and wicked thoughts fill my head. For the first time ever, nothing else exists—just us, just her and me.
“Aiy?” When I continue to stare at her, she smiles and toys with her shirt. “Do you want me naked?”
I nod jerkily, and she slowly tugs her shirt up and off, exposing her beautiful tan skin. Her abs tighten with the movement, her nipples pebbling in the cool air as she kneels in front of me, her breasts high and tight. My mouth waters at the sight before she rises, unbuckles her cargos, and slides them off. Now, she’s in nothing but a tiny pair of low-rise underwear, which she quickly removes. “I won’t ask about your past, but please tell me how to do this. I want you to think of me, nothing else, so please tell me how.”
It didn’t even cross my mind, but my heart melts at her concern, and I lower to my knees, cupping her jaw as I gaze into her eyes. “I don’t think it will matter when I’m with you.” I hope, at least, that it won’t. “But this time, maybe if I’m in control?—”
She covers my hand. “Whatever you need. I’m yours, Aiy, and if we can’t this time, then it doesn’t matter. We have all the time in the world. We can take it slow.”
“I don’t want to go slow,” I blurt out. Way and I have spoken at length about this. Unleashing my lust with him was an eye-opener. I like to be controlled when I’m with him, and althoughI enjoy making love, I love hard, rough sex, and when I imagine Maeve and me together, that’s what I want. I want to hear her scream for me. I want to lose myself in her and let go.
I want to control every inch of her pleasure. I want to be its master.
There are probably reasons linked to my past, but I don’t care. Way encouraged me to explore that side of myself, and maybe he was right, so I allow myself to be honest and say it out loud.
“Then tell me what you want, Aiy.” Her voice is quiet and thick with need as she watches me from her blankets.
“I want you. I want to take you in every single way I’ve only dreamed about. I want . . . I want all of you to be mine. I want to . . .”
