Page 44 of Summer's Edge

“What took you so long to get here?” I ask once his lips leave mine to kiss my neck.

He kisses me again without answering, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands pinch my nipples through the dress, making them hard and making me moan.

His hand glides up my thigh and cups my pussy, sliding two fingers in, making me whimper, the sound muffled by how deeply he’s still kissing me.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles.

“Yes, for you,” I whisper. “I need you right now.”

“Someone will see,” he says, but his fingers are playing with my pussy, so I know he’s only half serious.

“Let them,” I say and undo his belt, reaching for his throbbing cock and stroking it before he can think of more ways to fight this.

“You want it right here?” he asks hoarsely, harshly.

I smile at him and bite on my bottom lip. “Yes, please.”

He yanks his fingers from my pussy, making me gasp as he spins me around and bends me over. “Fine, but just make sure you don’t scream.”

“I will scream. You make sure no one hears,” I tell him as he presses the pulsing head of his cock against my opening.

He chuckles darkly, then clasps one hand over my mouth while thrusting his cock into me at the same time. His hand barely muffles my scream.

He’s got one arm around my waist, the other over my mouth and his cock is doing things inside me I never thought possible. Fireworks don’t even come close to describing it. Unless they were made of pleasure and lit by bliss. Colors are sounds and sounds are things as his thrusts get wilder, deeper, his cock lifting me right off the ground as I struggle to hold on to at least a little bit of my mind as I drown in the pleasure he’s giving me.

But why struggle? What’s the point?

I give up all control and come so hard I forget even my own name for the few glorious moments that the pleasure has me.

My whole body is vibrating as he sets me back down, pulls his cock out and turns me to face him.

“How was that?” he asks in a hoarse voice.

“Amazing,” I whisper. “And now I want more.”

He grins. It’s funny how it’s completely dark around us, but I can see him perfectly anyway. It’s that fire that binds us. It gives light to see by too.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I suggest.

He shakes his head. “I can’t. We’re riding real early tomorrow.”

They’re going on another job. To fight another battle in the stupid war. That’s why we all met up today. To spend some time together in case something terrible happens.

I lay my fingers over his lips. “Shh, I don’t want to talk about the war. I’ll let you sleep. Just come home with me.”

My voice actually cracks as I say it, the sadness and fear that I’ve been fighting all evening finally getting the better of me.

“I…”

“Let me at least have this, Edge,” I say. “You won’t acknowledge me, you won’t tell anyone we’re together… what am I supposed to do if you don’t come back? Cry and be sad in secret? At least let me fall asleep beside you tonight. Is that too much to ask?”

He runs his hand gently across my hair, holding me tight with his other arm. I’m sure he’s about to tell me no again.

“It’s not too much to ask,” he says instead. “Let’s go home.”

And once we rejoin the party, he doesn’t try to make us leave separately. He just announces he’s taking me home then leads me to his bike, taking me for a ride I’ve been waiting to take since we came back from the cabin. Or even longer. Ever since I first realized I liked him much more than any other guy.

The rumbling of his huge bike beneath me, and my arms wrapped around his waist as I lean against his broad back… that’s all sorts of dreams coming true for me right there. They might very well all get slashed and dashed tomorrow. But at least I’ll have this. This ride. This night. This soul connection. Even if we’re the only two who know about it. I’m glad we’re on the same page about it. At least for tonight.

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