Page 154 of Sweet Caroline
Caroline steps in after me, shoulders shrugged to her ears, and sucks in a soft gasp when she gets deep enough for the water to hit more sensitive places. The current flows gently against our skin, taking with it all the salty, sticky sweat from dancing all night.
I sink under the water, scrubbing my dripping hair back from my forehead when I resurface. Reaching for Caroline, I ask, “You alright?”
She lets me drag her against me, dropping her arms around my neck with a satisfied little hum. “Yeah. It feels really nice,actually.”
“See? You were missing out. This is good shit.”
“Youfeel really nice too.” She drags her fingers down my chest and her hands disappear under the water, trailing over my waist, then sliding around my hips to my ass.
I reach down to adjust my erection, pinning it between us with a smirk. “Ignore him. He saw your boobs in the moonlight and he’s feeling romantic.”
She laughs and brushes her lips over mine, loosely stroking me under the water. “Well, I wasn’t planning on ignoring him.”
I don’t know whether it’s a second wind, the whole naked-in-nature thing, or the fact that my beautiful girl is stroking my dick, but when I kiss her, it’s like something primal inside me wakes up. My veins fill with a vital thrum and my cock pulses against her palm. I deepen the kiss, taking her face in both hands, and moan when she squeezes on the upstroke.
She pulls back and peers up at me, still working me in her fist. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I let out a low hum of pleasure.
“Like you wanna, I dunno,”—she arches a brow—“howl at the moon and beat your chest and drag me back to your cave?”
“You got all that from a look?” And here I thought I was the one who had a good read on people.
She fakes a gasp. “You’re not, like, a secret werewolf, are you? Or some time-traveling caveman?”
“Well,” I say, nipping at her lower lip, “I do like the idea of dragging you back to my cave. Respectfully, of course.”
Her fingers tighten around me. “Mmm, well, I’d respectfully be okay with that.”
“But, seeing as I have no time machine… and no cave,” I say, my voice wavering as I graze her tits with my knuckles, “I guess you’re stuck with a modern guy with a shitty apartment.”
“I’mnotstuck with you.” She tilts her head. “And your apartment isn’t shitty.”
“Um, yes, it is.” I throw a pointed glance at her house on the hillside. “Compared to this place? C’mon, we both know you won the house lottery.”
“I guess.” Her features pinch with guilt.
Accepting the house has been tricky for her. George, for his part, is delighted to have helped her stay in the home she loves. He reminds her of this every weekend when we visit him between his chair yoga class and crossword club—dude isliving it upin that care home—but I know Caroline sometimes worries it was too much. It’s an incredibly generous gift.
“Anyway, like I said, I’m a modern guy.” I smirk and pinch her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. “And this modern guy will happily howl at the moon then drag you back toyourcave.”
“Well, what if it wasourcave?” She peers up at me, slowing her strokes.
“W-what?” I sputter and she stills.
Those crystal eyes look almost gray in the moonlight. “Move in with me.”
“Hold on. What? Wait…”
“I have this huge house, and you’re here all the time, anyway.”
“Just…”—I swallow and pull her hands away—“stop touching my dick for a sec so I can think, here.”
An amused patience dances in her expression, like she’s used to my chaotic thought spirals by now.
“Are you sure?” When she nods, I rush to add, “I don’t want this to be a convenience thing, like a practical shrug or some shit ’cause I’m here all the time.” I slide my palms up her arms. “Baby, do youwantto live with me? For real?”
“You’re surprised?” She takes my face in her hands, brushing a thumb over the scar at the corner of my mouth. “I love you, Miles. Of course I want to live with you.”
