Page 138 of Renegade Rift

Juliet cranes her neck, gasping when she sees me slide deep inside her.

“Ford,” she moans my name again, “I’m close. It’s right there.”

“I’ve got you, love.” I reach my hand between us to tease her swollen clit, knowing damn well as soon as I touch it, she’ll clench around me and I’m done for.

“Fuck, Ford!” she cries out the second my fingers touch her, and just as I predicted, my balls tighten, and the base of my spine begins to tingle.

Picking up my pace, I thrust into her tight pussy, despite the damn thing trying to force me out.

“Right there, don’t stop, Ford.” Juliet pants, over and over.

Not even a freight train barreling toward me could stop me.

“Juliet,” I moan, trying to stave off the inevitable as long as I can to make sure she’s there. “I’m going to?—”

“Yes, come with me baby!” she screams, digging her nails into my forearms.

Stars dance in my vision as she clenches down like a vise, and it feels as though my entire body is being ripped apart and reorganized into something new.

Something hers.

And all I can think is how this is so much better than anything that’s come before—anything I could have ever dreamed of.

When my vision finally clears, I slip from inside her and collapse into the pillows, careful not to smoosh Juliet.

She lets out a slow measured breath. “That was...”

“Yeah, it was.”I roll over and press a kiss to her temple. “Come here.”

I open my arms and make space for her, which she takes advantage of immediately. Snuggling into my chest, she lets out a sigh.

“You want to talk about it?” I ask.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” Juliet huffs a laugh and worry claws at me.

“What can I say? That was a lot, even for me. And I know we said we’d let reality in tomorrow, but I need you to know now that I’m falling for you, but that doesn’t change that you have a choice.”Even if it would kill me to watch you leave.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” She tips her chin up so I can see half her face. “And for the record, I think I’m falling for you too.”

I almost ask her to say it again, but when she lets loose a yawn, I decide falling for me is enough until morning.

“Let’s go to bed,” I say.

“What about dessert?”

Fuck. She’s right.

She worked so damn hard on making tonight perfect for me.

I gently untangle myself from her and go fix us up two s’mores, roasting the marshmallows over the small grill she set up.

When I return, Juliet is still lounging naked and beautiful in the pillows, candlelight dancing over her skin. I love that she feels comfortable enough not to need to cover up.

She watches with anticipation as I take my first bite.

Chocolate sweetness bursts on my tongue mixed with gooey marshmallow and the crunch of the homemade graham crackers. I let loose a moan which brings a full smile to Juliet’s lips.

“This is quite possibly the best s’more I’ve ever had.”

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