Page 126 of Our Long Days
“Somewhere along the way, I thought life had to be neat, organized, and perfect. But it’s messy and painful and so beautiful when you least expect it.” I look up at the sky and find a single fluffy cloud. “It disappointed me when I didn’t receive a letter, but it turns out, my own words were what I needed. Dad just held my hand along the way. I think he’d be proud of me, but most of all, he’d want me to be proud of myself. And I am.”
Dex rubs circles on my back. “He is, Florence. No matter where he is, he’s proud.”
“Thank you for an unforgettable summer, lumberjack.”
“It’s the first of many, Trouble.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
dexter
We makeit two steps into the house before Florence is on me.
The button of my jeans pops open, and her soft hand shoves down my pants. My knees buckle when she fists my cock, tugging and squeezing with the perfect pressure. We’ve only kissed in the last two weeks, and one thrust into her tight heat is all it’ll take.
“So eager,” I murmur against her neck.
She scoffs. “Don’t be an idiot. You knew building me a home would lead to sex.”
Laughing, I whip my belt through the loops in one fluid move. “It’s not built yet.”
She pauses, eyebrow raised. “Should we stop?”
“Fuck no, baby.”
A yelp rips through the air when I crouch and hoist her over my shoulder. I stomp toward the bedroom, vision tunneled to get her naked at rapid speed. It’s only when I place Florence on her feet at the foot of the bed that I see we have company.
“Nope. Absolutely not. Get out.” I point into the hallway, glaring at the goats.
“Don’t shout at them,” Florence chides. She ushers them out of the room, apologizing for their “grumpy daddy”, and shuts the door.
The snick of the lock sucks the air from the room. All jokes fall away. There’s a shyness in the way she fiddles with her tank top. I feel it too.
I crook two fingers at her. “Come here.”
She pads toward me, stopping a foot away. That won’t do. I hook an arm under her butt, her long legs wrapping around my waist.
Eyes level, I brush my nose with hers. “It’s you and me.”
A shaky breath coasts over my face. “It’s ridiculous that I’m nervous.”
“Nah. Just proves this means something.”
The air fizzles. Our gazes lock. A silent exchange.
It feels like the first time. We’re in the same room, both fighting an insatiable hunger. Only this time, I know her, truly know her, and she knows me.
We’ve witnessed each other at our worst and stood strong. Soaked up the best moments and prayed for more. There isn’t a version of this woman I don’t want, and there isn’t a side of myself I’d hide from her.
“You’ve always meant something to me, Dex,” she says and seals her mouth over mine.
I walk us over to the bed and gently lay her down. My body covers hers, fitting perfectly between her spread thighs. “Let me show you what you mean to me.”
Clothes evaporate. Pulses spike. Tongues dance.
The slide into her is everything.
Every roll of my hips is euphoric.
