Page 47 of Harper's Song

“You do, just trust me for once,” I say and kiss his hand and then his neck, wishing I could kiss his lips but he’s not a big fan of that right after he comes in my mouth.

But before I get any further, his hand is in my hair again and his lips are on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and the tiny sparks are like little electrical butterflies waking deep inside me, swarming and twirling and making me forget everything else but how good it is when nothing stands between us and the love we share.

His cock is rock hard and pulsing again by the time I absolutely need to come up for air. His hand is fumbling with the button of my jeans, but I brush it away and stand up, wobbling on the bed as I undo it myself and slide them down.

I love undressing for him. I love seeing the absolute pure happiness, desire and fascination in his eyes as I offer myself to him. That fascination has never changed, never wavered or faltered, not since the first time I did it and I know it never will.

I lose my balance on the wobbly bed as I try to free my feet from my pants. I really do much prefer dresses for doing this.

He catches me in his arms before I fall all the way and then he’s ripping off my panties and sliding his hand over my clit as he kisses me wildly.

“God, you’re so wet,” he says hoarsely as his finger slides into me, hitting that spot that’s been throbbing for his touch since I first wrapped my lips around his cock.

“For you, always,” I breathe as he adds a second finger and the only thing I truly know is that I want more, that I want it all.

He lays me down on my side, holds me tight and kisses me deep as he slides his cock into me, his arms around me preventing me from moving until he gives me all I can take. Not that I want to move. Not that this isn’t exactly where I want to be. Where I need to be.

And I know it more and more with each thrust of his cock, each hoarse breath he takes past the kiss neither of us want to break. All those electric butterflies are one now, one river of untainted crackling pleasure, pure sparkling bliss filling me whole, burning away all the loneliness and all the sadness that’s held me in its grip for so long now, and that nothing but this—his arms around me, his lips on mine and his cock buried deep inside me—can ever truly erase.

Yes, I’m sure I made the right choice. I was sure as I made it and I will always be sure. And I know it all again right before the ever-rising waves of the electric river of pleasure finally take me under. Know it after the best feeling in the world washes over me as he comes too, buried deep inside me, shaking from the pleasure of it all.

The completeness.

The truth of our love.

I know it all.

And I want to keep it forever.

* * *

Jax

The afternoon sun was unforgiving as we trekked across town to the only used car lot, where I had to let her deal with the sleazy salesman with the big white teeth and shiny blond hair, while I waited in the shade and shadows of the trees. That made me feel real small. But being a fugitive and all, it’s better I don’t show my face too much. It’ll give us more time together at least.

The car I stole was still where I left it in the store parking lot. I figure another day at least will go by until someone reports it and then a couple more before they track the owner back in Seattle. And I’m hoping they never check for prints and such, since the car is perfect condition minus a full tank of gas, but these days they very well might.

Harper did a good job. Got us a cheap dark green pickup truck that’s definitely seen better days, but has plenty of room to sleep in the back if we have to. Or more like, want to.

Our first stop was a takeout burger place and our second this wooded ridge where I just got done wolfing down my third burger. She’s still on her second one and slowing down, as she pores over the map she bought at the dealership.

She has it laid out in the bed of the truck and I look at it over her shoulder as I grab a fistful of her fries, which she’s probably not finishing anyway. She washed her hair before we left the motel and it smells amazing, of roses and fresh air and clean sheets somehow.

“I figure we stay off the main roads as much as possible and sleep in the truck most nights,” I say while chewing. “We might as well get a tent too. It’ll be fun.”

She looks at me with a mixture of sadness, longing and embarrassment of all things in her soft, sparkling blue eyes.

“Actually,” she muses as she turns around and hands me her half-finished burger. “I was thinking…”

She’s smiling wide as she sits on the back of the truck and folds the map so only the part of the country we’re in is visible, while I try not to look confused or say the wrong thing.

“Going to Memphis would be great and all,” she says. “But I have a better idea.”

“OK,” I manage to say this time since she’s smiling widely and waiting for some sort of reaction from me.

“This was actually supposed to be a present for you, since your birthday comes smack in the middle of my tour,” she says still smiling at me. “But it’s even more fitting now.”

I had no idea she was planning something big for my birthday, but then again she always likes to surprise me.