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And holy God, she’s tight and wet and hot and so, so perfect as she slides down on me.
I don’t open my eyes again until she’s full seated, her pussy stretched around my cock and squeezing me until I can hardly think, and when I do, I find her staring back at me, her pupils blown out with desire.
Fuck me.
“Gunner,” she whispers.
I nearly come at the word.
“Yes, Little Bird?” I whisper, my heart about to explode with love.
Her eyes flutter closed at the nickname, and without another word she starts to rock on me, riding me slowly and driving me insane with her movements. I take her by the hips and lift her up, sliding her off my cock and then back down, and she gasps when I hit the sensitive spot inside her.
I don’t want her crying out. I mean I do, but not out here where her cries would echo off the cliffs around us.
I don’t want anyone to know what we’ve done.
I want to keep this for myself. Just for me and her. Just for a while.
So I duck down and claim her mouth again, swallowing her cries as I move her up and down on my cock, fucking her so slowly it makes me want to cry with the absolute beauty of it.
Although by the time she orgasms, drawing down on my cock and saying my name again and again, I’ve changed my mind.
I’m not crying.
I’m flying.
And Taryn’s the one who gave me wings.
Taryn
I ride back to the house with Gunner in the ATV, and though we drive with all four wheels on the ground, we might as well be flying. I can’t contain the emotion I’m feeling, a mixture of elation and terror and absolute nirvana. Being with Gabe gave me a passion I’ve never felt before, and I know that Gabe is my home. He’s my other half, and the person I’ve always wanted.
Gunner is my stepdad and when I lived here before, I never considered him anything more than that.
Since I got back, that’s changed, though, and this morning on the ridge...
God, when he touched me, I felt like I was going to explode, the need in my belly so big that I wasn’t sure how to handle it. I’d known that we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing, but in the same breath, it had felt like the only right thing to do. The only way for us to promise ourselves to each other, to promise that we were going to be here for each other no matter what.
And that was what that was. A promise.
A warm, gentle, mind-blowingly passionate promise that neither of us would ever be able to go back on.
He slips his hand around mine as we walk toward the house, and the warmth of his skin flows up through my arm into my body. I feel like I could dance and spin right up into the air if I wanted to, and for the first time since I got back, I feel like Gunner might actually accept me here. Like he might actually want me here.
I didn’t realize how badly I needed that until right now.
When I look up, though, all that good feeling disappears. Gabe is standing in the doorway in nothing but pajama pants and a mug of coffee, his hair messy and his eyes still puffy from sleep. He looks exactly like he did when I slipped out of his bed this morning, and my heart catches on fire at the thought of what we were doing before I got up.
Then I see the look on his face.
His eyes snap from my face to his father and then down to our joined hands, and I drop Gunner’s hand immediately, though some part of me knows it’s already too late. Gabe’s face has gone from sleepy and happy to see me to betrayed. Confused. Crushed.
He turns and goes back into the house without saying anything, and I know that although I may have won him and his heart last night, I’ve just lost him again.
I rush after him, leaving Gunner behind to take care of himself. Because I love Gunner with every fiber of my being. But I can’t lose Gabe.
Not after we just found each other again.
