Page 181 of Wildest Dreams

I keep the pace fast and the moves smooth, laser focused on the turn because I want to impress Aisling’s sexy little panties off. We whip the turn with barely any over-steering and Ash giggles with happiness as we hit a long stretch of straight forest – just us, the dirt track, and the thick trees canopying us overhead.

Since there are no more turns on this stretch, I move my right hand down to her thigh, squeezing her hungrily over the overalls. In the next second she’s leaning over to cuddle up to me, breasts pressed against my biceps as I keep us flying down the track.

“You good?” I ask gruffly, my hand inching higher.

It’s only us on the dirt track right now and it would take at least ten minutes for anyone else to reach us, so we’re safe to get handsy under the dark shelter of the green trees.

“So good,” she sighs, one of her own palms caressing over my abdomen.

I steel my jaw and try not to get too excited as I keep the vehicle bouncing fast over the undulating peaks and valleys.

We gun the trail until we reach another turn, and then I pull up the UTV, wanting a moment to just be with my girl.

I unfasten my helmet and pull off my gloves, dropping them down to the dirt-soaked interior. Then I get my hands on theheadgear that Aisling is wearing and ease it carefully over her beautiful face.

She blinks fast when she’s free of the helmet, those long black lashes so dark and intense against the incredible brightness of her stunning irises.

She pulls out her hair-tie to free her bouncy ponytail and I immediately scoop it back up, winding it around my fist.

I wrap it until it’s tight and then I give it a little tug, helping her climb up over onto my lap and settling back in my seat as she straddles me. I palm my free hand over her behind, massaging it gently as I dip down to kiss her.

“Hey, baby,” I murmur, my heart warm and full as she digs her fingers into the sides of my neck.

“Hey,” she whispers back to me, the little mud flecks on her cheeks making me grin because they remind me of her love-heart freckle.

I fist her hair tighter around my hand and kiss her again, longer and deeper. Her hands slide over the large swells of my chest and she grinds her lap against mine, whimpering in gratitude.

Gratitude because she knows that I’m kind of distracting her right now.

Because even though she’s so excited to officially have the green-light from her parents when it comes to starting up the beginning of a house-flipping section of the company, she’s been more than a little sad about the prospect of letting the lake house go.

Maybe it’s because she’s had her sights set on the house ever since she first saw it in her parents’ folder of acquisitions.

Maybe it’s because it’s the first flip that she ever did.

Or maybe it’s because it’s the place where she allowed herself to fall in love, and the thought of having someone else livingthere, whether it’s as a rental or as a permanent thing, feels like letting someone take a little piece of her heart.

Whatever the reason, she’s had mixed feelings about her mom saying that the lake house is so perfect that they can immediately put it up on the market. Even more so seeing as this morning her mom told her that a buyer put an offer in, matching their asking price.

And with that information she knows that it’s about to sell.

With a sum like that, it’s an offer that they won’t refuse.

So I’m distracting her. First with the mudding, now with my mouth on hers. I keep her hips grinding back and forth with my palm enveloping her ass, quickening her momentum as I deepen the kiss.

“I love you,” I rumble, gripping her hair harder as she rides me.

She drops her forehead against my heaving chest, arms around my neck as we move our bodies together.

We’ve been staying at the lake house this whole past week and, even though it was bittersweet seeing all of our friends leave on the morning that her mom was arriving, it’s been the best part of the summer so far. Just Aisling and me, taking it slow for once.

Making out while I hold her in the lake, with the sun warming the muscles of my back and my shoulders. Slow-hiking through the forest beyond the back porch, and then piggy-backing her down the hill, just to make her laugh. Having my hands massaging her waist as we stand on her balcony after midnight, murmuring the names of the constellations in her ear while she giggles and pretends not to care.

Fucking her in every room of the house, and having no-one in those cabins to stop me.

And fucking her outside of the house too, because the couch on the back porch – enveloped by the larch forest beyond – hasturned out to be the perfect place to run to when the summer rain hits and we can’t fumble fast enough for the house keys.

So instead we jump the steps, race to the back, and then I’m bunching her dress around her waist, shoving down my pants, and pushing slowly inside of her. Murmuring how much I love her with every rough thrust.

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