Page 105 of Moonshine Lullabies

“Hell yeah,” he said. “Ain’t no one and nothing stopping us.”

“Good,” I said. “You need to take me upstairs and fuck me to seal this deal.”

He threw back his head and laughed and laughed, but he slipped off the table and put boots to the ground and held out his hand to me.

I took it and got to my feet and he twirled me under his arm like we were on our own private dance floor.

I giggled, and we went across the street and up to the apartment, letting ourselves in.

We shared sips of Moonshine and started kissing, abandoning the mostly empty jar on the kitchen counter on the way to the bedroom.

We took our clothes off, tit for tat, leaving them like a breadcrumb trail back to reality for the next morning – but for now, for the rest of tonight, we were deep in the woods of each other and feelin’ alright.

He kissed me, backing me up to the bed, his hands smoothing down my skin along my body over my hips and he stopped us just short of where I’d hoped he’d throw me down on the mattress and he simply kissed me.

We were both feeling that ‘shine, I could tell, but I didn’t mind. I was safe with Col like I’d never been safe with anyone else and that knowledge was almost as intoxicating as the liquor in my blood.

“Hmm,” he hummed a light and satisfied sound, pressing his forehead to mine and gently swaying with me to a song in his head. I smiled and just reveled in his presence. In the warmth of his skin, of the joy we both shared, and I danced with him, nude, full of Moonshine under the light of the moon that streamed through the slats of the blinds here in the bedroom window.

“Oh, Jessie-Lou, Jessie-Lou, what would I do without you?” he sort of sang and I smiled and even though it didn’t rhyme or whatever I spoke the truth from my soul as I touched his bottom lip with my fingertips, my other arms still around his neck as we danced.

“Hopefully, you’ll never have to know, baby.”

He took this deep, deep breath and tilted his head as though that’d been music to his ears and tightening his arms around me and pulling me in tight, he kissed me sure and true.

We wound up on the bed, hands roaming and exploring, lips trembling against the other’s, kissing deeply, holding tightly, and our mutual arousal for each other simmering gently for the time being.

He held my hands with his, twining his fingers through mine, and let his lips have free rein.

I breathed out gently and closed my eyes, tilting my head back as he laid sweet butterfly kisses all down my body, his breath warm and the faintest touch along my skin that made gooseflesh sweep after each one. I bit my bottom lip and tried to hold still, even when some of those touched tickled me something fierce and the titillation was almost too much to take.

His hands eventually left mine to capture my hips and along my ribs to hold me in place while he continued the gentle march of his lips ever lower.

My anticipation and excitement grew with each touch and with each incremental movement lower, my breath gradually deepening, becoming fuller, dragging in slower and exhaling quicker. My fingers gripping at the covers beneath me as he moved over my stomach, across my hips, a groan of frustration escaping me as hedidn’tpay attention to where I supposed he would go, but instead made his way all the way down my left leg.

He kneeled on the floor, off the bed, and pressed his thumbs into the sole of my foot, his long fingers creating counter-pressure on my instep and I moaned but it ended on a drunken giggle. He only worked my foot with his hands for a moment or two before he moved to the right one and gave it the same treatment for a few seconds before he went back o his kissing. Slow, exquisitely torturous, he made his way up my right leg, but maddeningly he diverted his kissed up theoutsideof my right thigh starting at the knee.

I groaned, a whining thing, and thought to myself, ‘oh come on!’ but he wouldn’t hear it. He was determined to make this last and there was a certain magic in what he was doing. I felt so loved, and what he was doing was nothing short of worship, and that made me feel sopowerful.

He finally,finally, once back to my hip, started on a path to what Ireallywanted. He looked up my body, as I gazed down the length of it at him, and the heat in those icy cold blue eyes of his was electric. He closed his mouth over my clit and sucked and I nearly came up off the bed.

He threw a forearm over my hips and pressed me back down onto the bed and let his absolute onslaught begin.

I shuddered and cried out as he assailed every one of my senses, twisting the throttle on my arousal so suddenly that I left this very plane of existence behind for another one of dark and tranquil beauty where I was left suspended and floating, quicksilver replacing the blood in my veins.

I was vaguely aware of him easing up my body with damp, light touches of his lips and then I was lost to the haze once more as he entered me, kissing me along the side of my neck, exploiting that sweet spot as he looked for the one inside of me.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him close and lost myself to his careful treatment of me, and it was sublime.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

Collier…

“I don’t like it,” Jessie said and put her hands in her back pockets.

“I like the idea of you meetin’ with this Tommy kid’s parents even less, and it ain’t my call, babe. It’s been decided, majority rules, and La Croix’s the one with the final say.”

“Yeah, but both youandmy brother? Maybe I should talk to Len myself…”

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