Page 30 of Love Off the Rocks
Finally, my fingers find her bra. I push the cups up over her nipples and suck one in my mouth. Twin groans escape us. I never want this moment to end. I want to rip our clothes away and bury my cock deep inside her, lose myself in a way only Mags has been able to provide.
“Devlin,” she pants. I move to the other breast and pay it the same attention. Mags grinds against me, tilting her hips to get at that right angle, the one that brings pleasure. I grab her hips and lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, just where I want them. It’s been too long since I’ve had her like this. In my arms. On my lips. Wrapped around my waist.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I mumble against her lips. No longer caring about my pride, what she thinks, or how it looks. All I know is we have this moment together, and I need to make it clear that I want her.
I work my hand down her pants, desperate to get her off, watch her lose control, knowing it’s because of me. I slide my finger against her clit and she explodes. Her cries echo through the darkness as her muscles pull at my fingers. She’s wet. So. Fucking. Wet. My dick longs to slip inside her. The image causing me to let go and join her in release. My orgasm so strong I can’t believe I still have my pants on.
I bury my face in her neck, my breath heavy, heart still racing, limbs weak. “So good, baby. So fucking good.”
“I’ve missed you,” she returns, “so much.”
I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. I don’t care what. I can’t lose her again. I can’t let her go. I won’t be that guy. Her legs release from around me and she slides her feet to the ground, leaning heavily against me.
I raise my head and take her in, her features softened by the dimming light in the sky. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” My voice raspy and low.
She blushes and looks down, making a noise of disbelief, her forehead stopping when it meets my chest.
I rest my chin on the top of her head and wrap my arms tighter around her. “I don’t want to lose you again, Magdalena,” I admit.
“I don’t see how this works if we aren’t sitting right here, just the two of us in this bubble of a forest.”
She sounds as miserable as I suddenly feel. I lower us back to the ground and pull her into my lap, then wrap the blanket around us in case she’s cold. Mags burrows inside my hoodie and curls into my chest. I can feel her breath through my T-shirt.
“I’ll figure it out. I promise.”
“How about if we just enjoy this time now?” she suggests.
“Do you trust me, Mags?”
She hesitates before nodding.
I lie my head back against the tree and look up into the night sky, feeling oddly at peace for the first time in five years. Sitting here in the middle of the forest, not knowing what the future holds. My shoulders relaxing as the stress leaves my body and I enjoy this moment with my girl back in my arms.
And just like that, I’m not worried about being stuck under a tree for the next six hours or so. We’ll make it back to the cabin in the morning, I’m sure. I’m also not concerned about the job or the bicoastal living situation.
“We’re going to make this work, Mags.” I place a lingering kiss on the top of her head.
“Promise?” She looks up at me and I lower my lips to hers.
“I promise,” I say against her mouth. And I have every intention of keeping that promise. We’re adults with choices and if we are open and honest with our communication, we can make anything work.
Mags sighs, but it’s a happy sound. I wait for her breathing to even out before closing my own eyes and succumbing to sleep. I may not know everything that will happen after we wake up, but I know that I have this woman back in my life and this time around nothing is going to change that.
17
Mags
I’d love to say that we toughed it out all night under that tree in the wilderness. But about an hour after I fell asleep, the park rangers found us and brought us back to the cabin. Luckily, Nancy had a copy of the map we were using, and it helped them narrow down the search area and find us much faster than if the search had been blind.
I’d made Dev promise not to say anything about us or about what happened. Even though he seemed to really want to. Regardless of whether he was the decision maker, I still think it would have been career suicide for me.
I’d also love to say that we made a long-distance relationship work.
But we didn’t.
Dev lasted about a month before he convinced his boss to transfer me to the East Coast. Truth be told, I’m surprised I lasted that long. I turned down his boss when he asked me to transfer. Then I submitted my resignation. I did all of this without consulting Dev at all. Not because I was trying to get back at him, but because I wanted to make sure I was doing what I planned to do for the right reasons.
Because, also without Dev knowing, the minute I returned home from the retreat, I started submitting applications to different East Coast firms with similar business ideologies and focus as what I appreciate. It didn’t take long for an offer to come in. After I took it, I told Dev. Again, it wasn’t in spite that I kept him out of the decision making. At least I don’t think it was.
