Page 119 of Fire Island
“My turn. You want this boat, this life. The island and the man that comes with it. Then I’ll give you every damn thing you’ve ever wanted.”
The boat rocks as he thrusts into me. The stars overhead shimmer like our own personal brilliant little universe. For this moment, it feels like we are the only people to ever exist.
“I—” I breathe through the sob rising in my throat. “I’ll give you everything you ever ask for.”
“No, don’t. Because I’ll take it all, mo ghràdh.”
I sob, and my face splits with a strained smile. “Good.”
Cal leans down, his hands sliding under my shoulders. He rocks back on his heels and buries his head in my chest. I take up the rhythm between us. His head leans back, eyes closed as he groans. “Fuck, baby. Hell.”
I rise as slow as I can until his tip rims my entrance. My mouth gapes as I inch back down. Cal’s face breaks. His hands slap to my hips. “Stop. Have to stop.”
I stay motionless for as long as I can. When his eyes don’t open, I cup his jaw, fingers tangling in his short beard. “I love you, Callum McCreary. It would be impossible not to.”
He smiles gently, eyes studying my face. “You?—”
A flashlight sweeps over the yard.
“Shit.” Cal lies down, pulling the sheet over us. Hovering over him, I lower my body to his. Footsteps close in and we huddle tight. The sound of someone muttering about bored kids has me tamping a giggle. Cal slides a hand over my mouth. I turn my head, sucking a finger into my mouth. His head leans back, his throat working. Under the blanket, I can make out his angles. I drown in his masculine smell, breathing him in, and it sends my core aching.
The footsteps round the boat and we both freeze. I hold my breath.
They fade before disappearing and I release the air.
I toss the cloth off and straddle Cal’s hips. He sits up as I rock.
My breasts bounce with every move, and he clamps his teeth around a nipple.
Rising on my knees, I cant my ass, pulling up until he only just breaches my entrance. I hover there, soaking up the delicious stretch. Now wanting my fill, I drop down, letting my chest jostle.
Cal groans. “Fuck this, baby girl.” He pushes up to his knees and then hugs me to his hard angles as he stands and pads to the front of the cabin. Pulling out, he spins me around and bends me over the weathered surface. Tugging my hips back, he nudges my swollen entrance with his cock before pushing my left leg up. Balancing on one foot, I look back as he slides inside me.
My clit aches.
I send a hand down to rub it, needing to ease the agony.
“Nope. Mine.”
“What’s mine?” I pin him with a heated glare.
“Anything else.”
His hand slides around my hip, sinking to my front before his thumb swirls over my bundle of nerves. “This pussy is mine.”
With every hard, blissful stroke, the stilted boat rocks. Each perfect inch Cal gives me is the sweetest kind of torture. Pleasure builds in my core, and I tighten.
He groans.
“Fuck, Evie.”
I need to be closer. I rise from the cabin, and a hand catches me, guiding me upward until my back meets his chest. Cupping my breast, he sinks his face into my neck, sending thrusts so hard they steal the last control I have. I explode around him. My hand slides into his hair. He bites down on my neck, fingers rolling my nipple. He thunders into me with messy, wild strokes, as a low growl rumbles from his throat.
“Tha gaol agam ort,” I breathe.
I love you.
In the most intimate language we share . . .
