Page 104 of The Autumn We Fell in Love

“It’s everything I want,” I reassure him, lifting my hips to the night sky in invitation.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. A breath later, Xander has my jeans open and he’s tugging the waistline to my thighs, taking my panties with it. I watch, heart staggering, as he licks a single finger and leans over me to explore my pussy with it.

His eyebrows rise. “You’re so wet.”

I join him in his wonder. “I never get so wet so quickly. Not ever.”

Xander smirks. “What do you think it means?”

I use his strong body to pull myself up to a sitting position so there’s as little space as possible between us. Our breath pools in tiny clouds in the cold air.

“It means,” I murmur, capturing his face in my hands, “that we’re meant for each other.”

“That’s how it feels, isn’t it? Just as you said, like coming home.”

I nod, not trusting my voice against the sudden tears that blur my vision, and kiss him, hard.

Then I throw myself back, laying my body before this beautiful, wonderful, surprising, perfect-for-me human. “You’re my boo boy,” I tell him, my words thick with desire as I remember Hannah’s words, “and I’m all yours.”

He drops over me, hovering so close and yet too damn far, arms braced on either side of me. “Forever?” He demands.

I hesitate. I want to say yes, to promise eternity to Xander. But I know how life can be, so I promise the only thing I can. “For as long as this feels right, I belong to you.” I incline my chin. “Take me.”

Breath heavy, he fumbles at my opening, cock in hand. With one last glance at me to make sure it’s okay, Xander drives himself home, filling me, making me feel whole as I shout my ecstasy into the night.

Xander

The embrace of Autumn’s warm, wet folds stands in stark contrast to the cold and silent darkness surrounding us — and makes each stroke I impale her with feel that much more incredible.

Each time I drive myself home, Autumn gives a mewl that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Her hands claw at my back, clutching me closer, begging for more.

I want to give her more.

Hell, I want to give her everything.

I start by slipping a hand between us and finding the center of her pleasure. As soon as I touch her bud, Autumn convulses, knees reaching for the stars, her tunnel opening all the more, giving me greater access.

I take everything she gives and return even more. Circling a thumb over her button, I pound into her at a steady rhythm.

Already her breath is ragged, her pussy leaking, her walls beginning to spasm and jolt around my hardness. She holds onto me for dear life, and it feels so damn good, the way she trusts me so completely.

Leaning my face closer to hers, I graze light teeth down her jawline.

With a choking cry, Autumn’s velvet walls clamp tight on my cock, milking it as she falls to pieces in an orgasm that’s loud enough to wake the dead.

“Yes,” I groan, holding back my own climax through sheer force of will, cold sweat beading my forehead. “Good girl. Come for me, love.”

Love. Some distant part of my brain registers that I called Autumn my love. Is it possible to fall in love with a person so quickly? Does love at first sight really exist?

I shove the thoughts away. I don’t know what to call this thing between me and Autumn, but I know that it’s good. Labels be damned.

Her spasms subside into moaning quivers as her orgasm abates. I seize my opportunity, pistoning into her with a passion-fueled fury I didn’t know I possessed.

She welcomes me with open arms and open legs, grabbing my ass and encouraging me to go harder, deeper.

I do. It’s fucking cold outside, but I’m drenched in sweat as I pummel my woman’s opening, spiraling my thumb over her clit.

And yeah, sheismy woman. I’m staking my claim on Autumn, just like the settlers staked their claim on Deadwood generations ago.

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