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CHAPTER 14

“This is so beautiful,” I say, as we cuddle in the backseat. We are parked in a private, scenic spot, overlooking a mostly-frozen river. He said it was the nicest location he could find close to the hospital. And it’s perfect. But maybe everything seems perfect with him—whether closets, cars, or couches.

“I think I should tell you my name,” he says suddenly. “I am feeling a bit guilty…”

“You don’t have to,” I tell him as I rest my cheek against his chest. “I don’t care. You could be named anything, and I would still be just as happy to be here with you right now.”

“But I’m worried you wouldn’t be,” he admits. “You may not like me if you know who I am. I have a lot of baggage. There’s a lot of talk about me in Silver Mountain. Some of it is true, some is false.”

“Ah, who cares. You know how these gossipy townsfolk are. I’m sure they talk about me, too.”

“But they only say good things about you, June.”

“Then they don’t know all the things. What could possibly be so bad about you?” I ask him, lifting my head. “Are you a drug dealer?”

“No,” he responds. “I do honest work.”

“Good,” I say, relaxing. “Then that’s all I really care about. My biological mother died from a drug overdose when I was little. Before I was adopted. And my biological father went to prison for it. He’s probably still there. Or maybe he’s dead—I never bothered to find out. So, as long as it’s not that… I can handle anything.”

“Shit, June—I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” he says, holding me closer. “You’ve experienced so many awful things. You’ve been so unlucky. And yet you’re so strong and kind—the way you take care of your adoptive mother.”

“She took care of me,” I say in response. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Maybe you should let me take care of you,” he says gently, running his hands over my back.

“You are,” I tell him softly, and then I shift my body so that I can press a kiss against his lips. “Maybe it’s all about perspective, Mr. Sexy Stranger. Maybe I’ve actually beenverylucky in my life.” I kiss him again. “Lucky to find my amazing adoptive parents, after the hell I was born into. Lucky that my mother is recovering from cancer, so healthy and strong, and handling chemo so well, even at her age.” I kiss him again. “Maybe, just maybe… I’ve been lucky to find you. I guess we’ll see.”

This time when we kiss, it’s slower and deeper, and somehow filled with more intent.

“I promise you,” he says gruffly, as he lifts me and repositions me so that I am lying down on the car seat beneath him. “That I will do whatever it takes to make you feel that way.” He kisses me again, but this time, with the weight of his body on top of me.

“You already are,” I say softly, moaning as his hands slide under my clothing. When he breaks the kisses to pull away from me, I feel suddenly cold. I miss having his body on top of mine, and I reach for him, but he is busy lifting up my skirt to look at my panties.

A huge smile overtakes his face when he sees them. I giggle when I remember what I’m wearing. It’s a glittery yellow thong in the shape of a warning sign you might put on the floor after mopping up. It says:CAUTION! Slippery when wet.

“Did you wear these for me?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” I respond, with a smirk. “I hoped I’d see you today.”

“I love them,” he says with a laugh. He lowers his face to place kisses on the exposed skin around my thong, making me gasp. Then he hooks his fingers under the sides of my panties and tugs them down over my hips and legs, pulling them completely off my feet before rolling them into a ball, and tucking them into his pocket. “I’m keeping these. They’re mine now.”

“Did you drag me all the way out here to steal my panties? You thief!” I say jokingly.

“I had something else in mind,” he says with a low growl. He slides his body down so that he can position himself between my legs, and he lifts one of my thighs onto his shoulder. He stares into my eyes as he buries his mouth against me, letting his hot tongue slowly lick my most sensitive nub.

“Oh, god,” I say, letting my head roll back until it collides with the car door. He buries his face deeper, sucking and licking and toying with me until I am writhing and shaking. I wish I knew his name so that I could say it, but I probably couldn’t form coherent words, anyway. I can only make unintelligible noises. He pushes his tongue between my folds, fucking me with his tongue for a few seconds until I’m whimpering for more.

Then he moves back to suckling at my clit, and drawing letters and words on me with that tongue of his, while he slides a finger in to massage my G-spot. It’s the perfect combination of everything. He knows exactly what to do, and my hips tremble in his hands.

I grasp the headrest for support, as I feel the violently building orgasm. He can tell I’m getting close, and he continues the same rhythmic sucking motion. I try to hold it back so I can enjoy what he’s doing for a few more seconds, but it just feels too blindingly good. I cry out as the pleasure hits me like an earthquake, causing my back to arch off the car seat like I’m going through an exorcism. The climax shakes me to my core, and I’m sure that I leave lasting marks in his perfect leather seats from how tightly I am gripping the headrest with my fingernails.

He slows down when he feels me come, and he kisses me gently, licking up the liquid of my arousal. “I told you I would devour you,” he says lightly, as he moves back over top of me, to kiss me with his lips that still have my taste on them.

I am still shaking and gasping for air, but grateful that his body is close to mine again, so I can hold him.

“I want you,” I whisper to him, reaching down to feel the bulge in his pants. “Please.”

Despite all of this pleasure, I’m still not satisfied unless I feel him inside me.

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