Page 234 of Second Sets Omnibus
“River Blue,” I groan, pulling her into my lap. My fingers weave through her long locks, holding her against me. “What was that for?” I examine her darkening eyes, filling to the brim with lust.
Biting into her bottom lip, she squeezes her eyes shut. “I’m sorry you weren’t there, either. I promise I kept you alive in Lyric’s eyes. That’s why she knows who you all are. I never wanted to keep her from you. I just thought?—”
“I know,” I whisper, pressing my lips against her cheek.
I groan when she shifts in my lap, stiffening in my grip. Her moss-green eyes fly open, connecting with mine in question. I can’t help the sly smirk pulling at my lips. Well, until she shifts again, forcing another groan.
“You don’t seem to have a problem getting it up now,” she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against mine.
My cheeks fill with warmth when she shifts again. The friction between us sends heat straight to my pulsating dick, begging to thrust deep inside her until she’s moaning my name for the world to hear. If she’s not fucking careful, I’ll cum in my pants or take her right here against the table.
As much as I want to fuck her into oblivion and regain my Blue, I lean away, stopping her movements.
“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping her waist. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to contain myself.” Besides, I have more plans than this. I need to keep my wits about me instead of letting my dick take the lead.
She chuckles, swiveling her hips again. “No,” she whispers, leaning in and resting her lips against my cheek. “I won’t stop. And you won’t cum in your pants like an inexperienced assface. Hold your cum, Kieran.” Fuck. Fuck. Shit!
No! I can’t do it. I’ll explode before she even has the chance to swivel her hips again.
“Can’t,” I gasp when my eyes roll into the back of my head. “River Blue,” I groan when she picks up speed and swivels her hips more. “I have more planned.” I grunt in relief when she stops. Lifting her head, she gazes into my eyes with a mischievous look, having no intention of stopping this madness.
“More planned?” she hums, resting her forehead against my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I grunt, lifting her into my arms as I stand. “As much as I wanted to continue that, I have more to show you.”
“Kieran,”she mutters when I take a few steps into the night, letting the stars shine above us. There’s a hint of storm on the horizon, but that only reminds me of the woman sitting next to me.
“River Blue,” I hum in return, settling us onto a blanket in the grass and holding her close. “I dreamed of you for five years. I was so mad at you. So fucking hurt that—” I shake my head. “That doesn’t matter anymore. I want to restart with you, Blue.” I swallow hard, looking directly at her. “I want to make up for my absence. Be there for you and Lyric. Can we restart?”
“One day at a time?” she breathes, brushing her lips against the edge of mine. My fingers work through her hair, massaging her scalp.
“Yeah, Blue. One day at a time,” I whisper, kissing her lips. I pull back. “But I have something I want to sing to you. Just a little something that came to me on the plane.”
River’s smile lights up my entire being when she flashes it my way with enthusiasm.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” I retort, gently setting her beside me.
I lay my acoustic guitar, which was set up beside the blanket, over my lap, strumming a few notes, letting them infect me with their melody. It’s been a long time since I picked up my guitar and felt inspired to write. For years it’s been someone else handling all our music. Sure, we performed it with ease, but we were never the ones to write it. Not after we came to East Point.
This is different. River’s different. Fuck. Everything is so different now, and I fucking love it.
As I strum and sing the rough words, she sways in tune. Those big moss-green eyes fill with happiness and disbelief.
“I never knew heartbreak until I walked away,” I sing softly, strumming lightly. “So, broken. Empty. Unloved. Second chances come and go. Third chances take your breath away. I’m on my third opportunity to make you mine. And I’ll continue to show you all my pieces. Mend me, baby. Make our puzzle one. No longer broken. I’m filled with third chances and love. Mend me, baby.”
“Oh, Kieran,” she mumbles with tears in her eyes. Gently she clasps my cheeks and pulls me down on top of her. I grunt, discarding the guitar to the side.
“You were my first heartbreak and my second. But never again will I walk away. Ever. You’re my forever girl,” I murmur in between manic kisses. “My fucking forever.”
“You’re a jackass,” she whispers, laughing when I pull away.
“That’s rude, Blue.” I raise a brow, staring down at her heaving chest and marveling at her breasts, begging to spill out and have my mouth on them. “God, I missed you.”
“Me or them?” she quips, gesturing to her tits as I run my fingers lightly over the swell. Goosebumps rise on her flesh as I trace my fingers between them, reveling in the plush, smooth skin beneath my fingertips.
“Both,” I say, grinning up at her when she groans, rolling her eyes.
