Page 27 of Red, White, and You

I sigh. “I know, I know. Don’t talk about what could be.”

“I’m here now, Brady.” Her eyebrows furrow and I reach up to rub my thumb between them.

“I know.”

She moves her hips and my cock twitches between us.

Brie’s eyes light up. “Now you’re getting it.”

Laughing, I slide my hands down to her hips and grip them as she rocks up and down along the length of my cock, slowly coaxing it back to life. She brings her lips to mine in a gentle kiss that quickly turns into more. Deeper, hungrier, she kisses me harder as her pace increases, sliding her wet warmth along my shaft until she’s panting, then pushes up to reach between us and wraps her hand around my cock.

As she lines us up, she meets my gaze. “I’m on birth control.”

Ignoring the way that statement makes me ponder who else she’s been with since we said goodbye, I nod because it doesn’t matter. She’s here now. “Me too.”

Her brows furrow and I laugh as I realize I just told her I’m also on birth control, then quickly clarify. “I always use protection.”

Brie’s lips curve into a slow smile as lowers herself onto my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, the words almost a sigh.

“I know, baby.”

I breathe deeply and fold my hands behind my head, closing my eyes as she settles onto me, stretching around me until I’m sheathed to the hilt. The way it feels to be inside her again, skin to skin like this, is indescribable.

Heaven is Brielle Donovan-West.

She sighs as she begins to rock, setting the pace for her own pleasure, and the fact that this woman has always set the pace is not lost on me. I’ve missed the way she takes control, the way she rocks my world by rocking her own.

Her fingers flex on my biceps and I open my eyes to look up at her.

With her blonde hair hanging down around her head in messy waves, her hazel eyes are bright with lust and wild with need, but there’s something else in her eyes, something darker.

And as I search them, a tear falls to my chest. I reach to cup her face and another teardrop falls, breaking my heart because I know what that means. I know the grief she’s struggling with, the regret. The worries about the future and what will happen at the end of this week, the way those concerns squeeze her chest and try to push away the joy we’ve found in this moment, this connection.

I know her pain because it mirrors my own.

But I know something else, and as whisper her name and pull her down to me, brushing my lips against hers to soothe the ache, I grab onto this knowledge and I cling to it like a lifeline.

She’s everything I remember and so much more.

And I’m never letting her go again.

Brady

The sun peeks through the dense foliage of the towering trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is filled with the scent of pine and anticipation as Brie and I stand at the base of the zipline platform. It’s the start of our third full day together, and though Brie seems to have enjoyed herself all weekend, there’s a change in her this morning.

Monday is the start of the work week for most people, yet she’s here in Pennsylvania instead of sitting at her desk in Manhattan. And though the Fourth of July is a national holiday, and most people would have the day off, my wife is not most people. If I know Brie—and Ido—she’d likely not waste a day sitting poolside or barbequing with friends when she could be getting work done instead.

So she’s on edge—even after the multiple orgasms we shared this morning. Her desire to get home is almost palpable even though she hasn’t voiced those thoughts. But I’m determined to take her mind off things, and if fucking her senseless didn’t do the trick, then maybe soaring through the trees nearly a hundred feet above the ground will work.

Her hazel eyes flicker with uncertainty as she gazes up at the towering platform that will launch us into an exhilarating journey through the treetops. She’s always been the responsible one, the epitome of a Type A personality, and watching herstep out of her comfort zone fills me with an overwhelming sense of joy.

Each moment she stays at Camp West makes me fall for her that much harder.

I know she’ll leave me on Friday, but what she doesn’t know, is that I plan to follow her.

I’d follow this woman anywhere.

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