Page 55 of Wildfire
"Cole, I'm… I'm…"
She is riding me so hard she can't talk. No matter—mere moments later, her back is arched, she groans out my name, and I know what she was trying to say. I watch as she jerks and rides out her orgasm before I pull out of her, bend her over the bench, and rail her until my fireworks turn into a full Fourth of July display.
Her body stretches limply over the back of the bench while I pull off the condom, tie it up, and walk it over to the nearest trash bin.
She has a devilish grin when I turn around and walk back toward her.
"We have to do that again before I leave."
I chuckle as she straightens her skirt, picks her panties off the ground, shoves them in my back pocket, and starts walking back toward Main Street.
"C'mon. I gotta go pee so I don't get a UTI."
"Such sweet talk," I tease her as I catch up and sling my arm around her shoulder.
"Sorry. Did I cross a line?"
"Not at all. I'm joking. It's good you take care of your body."
"Someone has to."
"Hey," I stop her and make her look at me. “I will always take care of you."
She nods, and I think I notice her eyes glassing up. She turns back toward the road. "Let's go home. I have to practice."
Right. Because she's leaving.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Renée
Again, days fly by. I practice every day by myself and with the band. And every night, I eat dinner with Cole, and we fuck all night. He doesn't mention that I am leaving anymore. Just acts like everything is normal and we are a couple in love.
If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…Is there any way it's not a duck?
I don't want to talk to him about my feelings because I don't want to confuse things more than they already seem. He is busy working on keeping the town safe and calm after the fire at Georgia's, and I am getting ready for my first tour. The elephant in the room is that we both seem to savor, above all else, the moments we are wrapped up in each other's arms. Hot, sweaty, and blissfully relaxed after another orgasm. And we talk into the wee hours. I haven't slept in my "own bed" in days. I'm basically living with him, and it feels right. Natural.
But so do playing music and pursuing my dreams. Can I have both? Do I have to choose like my mother once did? I don't want to give up my passion and purpose like she did, but I can’t imagine never being with Cole again.
Tonight is my last night in Owl Creek, and Cole brings home a big bag of groceries for a special meal. I had grabbed candles and massage oil in town while he was at work and artfully placed them in the bedroom.
We chat about our days and he tells me that Georgia is doing well. She's going to need some surgeries, but she's strongand recovering. It lightens the load I'm still carrying about my good fortune at the expense of hers.
"I almost forgot to tell you. This package was in the mailbox for you."
Curious, I reach for the paper-wrapped parcel. I figure it is from Zoe, but shock wracks my system when I look at the handwriting.
The package is from my father. Zoe must have talked to him and told him where I was.
I hesitate to open it. What if there is a letter inside asking me to return? I can't deal with that the night before I embark on my dream.
"Aren't you going to open it?"
Tears are forming in my eyes. "I…I can't."
Cole walks over and brushes a hair out of my face. "Why not?"
"It's from my father. I'm afraid of what's inside."
"Want me to open it for you?"
