Page 11 of Love in Unexpected Places

Grinning down at him, I pull back slowly and push in just as gently. We both moan, the feeling indescribable.

Reaching under him, I grip his thick ass, squeezing every time I thrust into him. August wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me down so he can kiss me again. I take his mouth greedily, swallowing every moan that he releases into me. I pump into him, feeling his ass jiggle in my palm every time my hips slap against him.

“God, yes, Dante,” August babbles when he breaks the kiss. “Fuck me, baby. Your dick feels so fucking good.” I shift my hips and he cries out, body shaking. “Right there. That’s it, right there.”

Again and again, I fuck into him, hitting his prostate with every plunge. His hole starts to contract around me, fluttering with more force as I continue to tag that special spot inside him.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Dante. Fuck me …” August reaches down and strokes his cock a handful of times before he’s exploding all over us.

“Right behind you, baby,” I mutter. I slam into himthree more times, then I stiffen, my cock kicking off as my orgasm shoots from me.

I collapse on his chest, still holding on to his ample ass as I kiss his face, neck, and chest. August laughs under me, body quaking.

Puzzled, I lift from him to peer at his face. “What’s so funny?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing really. It’s just … this was really fucking romantic, you know? We’re miles away from shore, making love in the middle of the ocean under the stars. After you showed me your dinosaur form. I just never thought I’d have all this. And I got it because I was curious about things that are bigger than me. I found the man I want to be with forever, from being nosey.” Again, he laughs and I join in.

God, this man. This beautiful man. I’m so glad I gathered up the courage to flirt with him.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing the towel from beside my feet and wiping him clean. I take the condom off, tie it and place it in the waste basket by the captain’s chair. I never litter in the ocean. It’s where my food source is when I’m my dino and it’s unsafe for the environment. “Let’s get back to shore. I can take you to my house, show you around and get you settled. You’re staying with me now.”

August sends me a soft smile as he pulls his clothes on. “I owe you a song.” Grinning, I sit down in my chair and turn to him, giving him my undivided attention. He starts singing, his voice low and smooth, putting me in a trance.

When he finishes, like an idiot, I clap. His cheeks turn bright red and he ducks his head, looking at me through his lashes. “I told you my voice isn’t great.”

“You sound amazing. And I loved the song. What artist did you write it for?” I ask, curious.

Again, he ducks his head. “It’s for you. No one else will hear it but you.”

My fucking heart is about to explode. I step over to him, taking him in my arms and kissing him passionately. When I feel like I conveyed my appreciation for his gesture enough, I pull my lips from his. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

August pecks me one more time, then goes to sit on the bench seat, head tipped back with a gentle smile on his face. I watch him for a moment, loving how content he looks. Then I start the boat and take us back to shore. To our future.

Together.

epilogue

AUGUST

One Year Later…

I’m sitting at the dining room table writing lyrics when Dante walks in, tie undone, and his jacket over his shoulder. I look up at him and smile, happy to see him after his long day. He smiles back, walking over to me to give me a long kiss. Doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, he always greets me the same way, even if we have a fight. Probably why I can’t stay mad at him for long.

“How was work, babe?” I ask, rubbing his bottom lip.

“Good. Some people were back, saying it’s the one-year anniversary of the sighting of the sea monster.” His lips turn up at that moniker and I scoff. Nothing about Dante’s Spinosaurus form is monstrous. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Besides the man himself.

“Yeah, well, what do you expect from people who don’t know any better?” Shaking my head, I take his hand as he pulls me to the couch. I sit on his lap—something healways wants me to do—and wrap an arm around his neck. “I wrote you something.”

Grinning, Dante takes the notebook and reads over the song I finished seconds before he walked in. His grin morphs into a smile as he reads the chorus aloud.

I’ll keep your secret

Because it belongs to me

I’ll keep your secret

The one you let only me see

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