Page 35 of Property of Woods

“C’mon.”I help her up with my free hand.The second our skin touches, all I want is to feel her naked body writhing against mine like the night we first met.

I put the beer in one of my saddlebags and drive us out to one of my favorite spots at the lake.Jessika’s arms around me just feel right.I can’t stay away from her, and I don’t want to.I’m a man who goes after what he wants.Faye and anyone else be damned.

We stroll down the worn dirt path I know like the back of my hand.

The moonlight glows over the secluded beach.Jessika smiles at me, and my fucking heart skips a beat.She’s too damn pretty for words.Golden hair, baby doll eyes.Sun kissed skin, peppered with light freckles that dust her shoulders.I spread out the blanket I keep rolled up on my bike to sit on and offer her a beer.

I think we both know I didn’t bring her out here to talk.Nervous energy crackles between us as her hand rests next to mine.I brush my thumb over her knuckles.

“It’s just like you described,” she notes.

“My own slice of heaven on earth.Used to come here to swim when I was a kid.My brother, Billy, is buried up there on the ridge.”

“You must miss him a lot.Low told me about the accident.I lost my little brother, too.”She tells me how he got into their mother’s drugs, and she went to prison for his death.

“That’s fucked up.Guess we both have some childhood trauma.”I clink the neck of my bottle against hers and take a long drink.

“And we’re both cheaters.”She laughs without humor.

“Do you regret it?”

“I know I’m supposed to say I feel shit about it.I hate that being with you means hurting someone I don’t even know.”

“My wife’s a cunt.She’s doesn’t love me.”

“There’s no excuse.What we did was wrong.”

“She gave me permission to fuck other people when out on the road.Technically, I didn’t cheat.I just chose not to tell her about it.There’s nothing wrong with the way you make me feel.Nothing wrong about how sweet you smell.How good you taste.”

“Woods,” she whispers my name as if it burns her tongue.

“Look at me.”Her gaze meets mine.“You’re mine, butterfly.None of the other bullshit matters.What matters is what we both feel in here.”I press my hand to her heart and bring my mouth down on hers, hard and unforgiving.

Jessika whimpers into my mouth and I’m a goner.

So is she.

Neither of us can resist the temptation of each other.

If being with her is wrong, then I never want to be right.

There’s nothing or no one to stop us.

Tonight she’s mine.

All mine.

Her soft, velvety tongue dances with mine.

Forbidden and tantalizing.

Fuck how I need her.

I kiss her hard and deep.There’s nothing gentle with my touch tonight.My movements are fevered with desire.I rip her tank top open, exposing her perfect tits.We undress each other, me exploring her luscious curves with my fingertips, her tracing the ink on my skin with the tip of her tongue.

Chapter Eleven

“Toldyouthenexttime you called me honey, it’d be with my head buried between your thighs, butterfly,” Woods practically growls at me as he goes down on me.

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