Page 41 of Meant for Stone (Meant For)

“Thank you for this,” she says, looking back out to the view. “After the sex tour.” She bumps her shoulder into my chest. “Nothing can cross off that sex tour.”

“Hey.” I laugh. “That means I’m always going to be number one.” I shrug my shoulders. “That’s all that matters.”

“It’s so pretty.” She looks at the view of the lake. The trees are getting fuller now that spring is right around the corner.

“You know what I don’t see?”

“What?” She looks at me.

“Snow,” I deadpan. Her head goes back, and her laughter echoes in the balloon.

“It’s nice to have four seasons.” She looks back in front of her.

“You know who says that?” I wait a second before I answer my question. “People who have to deal with snow. I grew up in New York and then moved to Canada. Trust me, I don’t like one thing about the snow. I mean, the only thing I like in the winter is outdoor skating.”

“See.” She points at me. “If there is no snow, you can’t go skate outside.”

“They did the winter classic in Dallas last year,” I inform her. “Texas, where it gets to one hundred and twenty-eight million degrees in the summer.”

She’s about to argue with me like she normally does—because there can never be a day when she doesn’t tell me I’m wrong about something—when Brett starts talking about where we are. I don’t really pay attention to him. Instead, my eyes are all on her. Her reaction to everything is priceless. I wish I could film it and watch it over and over again.

“Can you take a picture of us?” I ask Brett, handing him my phone. I move Ryleigh in front of me, putting my hand over her shoulder, and she reaches up to put her hand in mine. I wrap my other hand around her waist, pulling her into me as we smile for the camera.

He hands me back the phone, and I look at the pictures he took. “I like this one.” I show her.

“Can you send them to me?” she asks.

“I can since I now have your phone number.” I wink at her, sending her the pictures.

For three hours, we coast over Nashville side by side, both of us pointing out things and asking Brett about them. It’s one of my favorite days, best I’ve ever had. Getting home and cooking side by side is something I’ve never done with anyone before, but also something I want to do all the time now. But only with her.

She sleeps in my T-shirt after I fuck the ever-loving shit out of her, wanting to touch her every single second, not thinking about the fact she’s going to leave.

The following morning, I wake up to find the bed next to me empty when she comes out of the bathroom wearing a shirt that goes to her mid-thigh and falls off her shoulder. “Good morning,” I mumble and hold out my hand to her, telling her to come to me.

She laughs at me. “Good morning to you.” She stands by the bed instead of coming to lie down beside me. I move over to her side of the bed and kiss her leg while my hand roams up the back of her thigh and under her shirt to find her ass bare. “Come to bed.”

“No,” she replies, “I need coffee and to eat. My flight is at one.” The dreaded words I hate to hear.

“Fine,” I huff, “then we can come back to bed.” I get out of bed. “Go get the coffee started so we can speed this up.” I slap her ass, making her laugh.

I walk into the bathroom seeing her stuff is all over her side of the sink, and when I go into my closet, I look into hers and see she’s already packed her shit. I push down the burning in my stomach as I walk down the stairs and hear her in the kitchen. She’s standing at the counter with a bowl in front of her and her coffee already done.

I walk straight to her. The need to touch her is on a whole different level. I kiss her bare shoulder and wish this could be us every morning. I wish we would go to bed together every night I wasn’t on the road. I wish we could eat dinner together and watch television together. I kiss the top of her head before I move her hair to the side, giving me access to her neck, where I bite and then suck it in softly. She moves her shoulder up to her ear, giggling before looking over at me. The smile softly leaves when my head closes the distance as I kiss her forehead, then her lips, and then go back down to kiss the top of her shoulder while my hand comes up and cups her tit. I move the shirt down, letting one breast come out. I roll her nipple between my fingers while I kiss her. She turns in my arms as I pull the shirt off the other breast before bending to take a nipple into my mouth. As I savor her, her hand goes to the back of my head as I move from one nipple to the next. She puts her hand on my chest while I come up and take her mouth. My tongue mixes with hers as I push her back to the counter. I frame her in with my hand while I kiss her and then stop to get on my knees in front of her. I suck her nipples again while my hands caress her ass. I let go of her lips to bite her nipple and then suck it in before burying my hand in her hair and pulling her head down to mine. Her hand goes to the back of my head, gripping my head as we kiss each other.

I move my hands to her hips, lifting her onto the counter in front of me. “Time for breakfast,” I announce as she places one foot on the counter, opening herself up to me. I open her lips for me with two fingers before I lean in and lick her up and down.

“So good,” she purrs, and I eat like I’ll never eat her again. I lick up and down until I get to her clit and then suck in. “Stone.” When she says my name, it shoots straight to my cock. “Oh, God,” she moans when my tongue and finger enter her at the same time.

“Stone,” I say, smirking at her. “It’s not God making you come. It’s me.” I slide another finger into her before attacking her clit, sucking it and then biting it.

The sound of her panting fills the kitchen. “I need more,” she tells me, and I know what she needs. I know her body inside and out even though we’ve only been with each other for a week.

“What do you need?” I look up at her as she watches my finger fuck her pussy.

“Your cock. I need it one more time.” I pull my finger out of her, licking it clean before I stand between her legs. Her hands go into my boxers and pull out my cock which is oozing precum. She rubs the cum into the head of my cock before she places it at her entrance. I slide into her. “That’s it,” she pants.

I fuck her slowly as I wrap an arm around her shoulder before I kiss her again. Our tongues move in the same rhythm as my cock fucks her. I let her lips go before my hands grab her tits, rolling the nipples before squeezing them in my hands and then fucking her. I pick up speed, and the thrusts get shorter and shorter. Neither of us says anything. Both of us are scared, I think, of the words that will come out of our mouths if we do talk. So here on my kitchen counter, I fuck her while I tell her with my eyes I’m obsessed with her. I tell her I want her to stay. I tell her I hate that she’s leaving me. She wraps her legs around me and closes her eyes, and her head hangs back as she convulses all over my cock. I plant myself inside her and come in her before I bury my face in her neck, smelling her, hoping time freezes so she is here longer.

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