Page 89 of Whisking It All

“Hey,” he soothed, pulling her closer and dropping a kiss on her temple. “Ethan is my family, but you…” You’re the love of my life. “We’ll figure it out.”

She nodded. “We’ll tell him together.”

He loved her. He loved her resolve and her courage and her bright, beautiful heart. There had never been any chance that he would be able to let her go, even if keeping her meant he risked losing Ethan. Somehow, he’d make Ethan understand. He wasn’t naïve enough to think Ethan would accept Jamie and Tessa’s relationship right away, but he had hope that with time, when Ethan saw how happy they made each other, he’d come around. He had to.

“Tell me more about what we’ll do,” she said.

Tessa slid her hand down his chest to flip open the button on Jamie’s jeans, his cock kicking in anticipation of her touch. She slid her hand into the opening of his pants, wrapping her fist around his rapidly hardening cock and giving it a slow pump.

He released a shaky breath, his own hands sliding under the edge of his shirt where it rested on her thighs. “We’ll go strawberry picking in the summer,” he said, dragging the shirt up and over her hips. “And we’ll go swimming in the bay when the days get hot and humid.”

He was fully erect now, his cock jutting from the opening in his pants as she slid her hand up and down his shaft, but he wanted to go slowly. To savor this moment.

“Rumor has it there’s a private cove at the edge of the beach at The Barclay,” she said.

“There is,” he confirmed, struggling to follow the thread of the conversation when her hands were on his cock.

“I’d like to go there at night and swim naked under the stars.”

He cursed under his breath and pulled the shirt over her head, drawing one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a little moan as he played with the stiff peak.

“What else?” she asked.

He paused just long enough to push his jeans down over his hips, allowing her better access to his cock. She grinned and slid down his body, taking his jeans with her, before crawling back up the bed towards him. She was like a lioness, all hidden strength and grace, and her tits brushed his leg when she took him in hand once again.

“What else, Jamie?” she repeated, dragging her thumb over the slit at the top of his crown.

“We’ll go to the open-air concerts in the park in Bristol in June,” he said, sliding one hand down the line of her spine to cup her ass, his fingertips digging into the porcelain curve. “And to Waterfire in Providence. I’ll take you hiking in the woods in Tiverton.”

She dipped her head and took the tip of his cock between her lips, licking away the pearl of precum that had formed there. He gripped her ass tighter as pleasure began to coil at the base of his spine.

“What else?” she asked again, before dropping back down onto his length, taking him so deep he hit the back of her throat.

He slid his fingers between her cheeks to stroke her most secret places as she bobbed on his cock, and he fought down the urge to buck up into her mouth. But as his fingertip grazed the tight circle of her back entrance and she moaned around him, it took all his restraint not to come on the spot.

“We’ll go sledding at St. Anthony’s,” he said, his voice gritty and dark as his pleasure built. “And when you’re red-faced and cold, I’ll take you home and warm you up.” He slid his finger into her pussy to slick it with her arousal before pressing it to her pleated rim. He slipped in up to the first knuckle, loving the way she shuddered beneath his touch, increasing her speed as she swallowed him down. “I’ll make love to you in every room of the cottage. On every surface. Until you know it’s your home as much as mine.”

She lifted her eyes to look at him through her eyelashes as she continued to suck his cock, the desire—not just to fuck, but to build that life together—that he felt in his chest reflected in her raven-dark eyes.

“Fuck, princess, look at you.” He circled his finger, sliding in deeper when she lifted her hips to press against him.

“I want that,” she moaned.

“Which part?”

“All of it. All of you.”

He caught her chin and tilted her lips up to his, holding her still for his kiss. He pulled his finger from inside her, loving the way she whined in protest.

“Ride me, baby.”

He reached for the box of condoms he’d dropped on the nightstand, but she stilled his hand.

Tessa straddled him. “Can I?” she asked, using one hand to line his cock up with her entrance.

He stared at the place where she held him, her skin against his skin, and realization rocked through him as he recalled his own words.

If you let me inside you with nothing between us, then you’re mine. Not just for a few weeks. Not just until you take off for whatever place is next on your list. Mine.

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