The Naked Truth (The Honeybrook Hamdens)

Then, without thinking, he gripped both her thighs and pushed her higher up against the tree until her legs were wrapped around his back and he was deep inside her, pulsing along with her quaking walls.

“Oh god,” she murmured, and he kissed her neck, still hardly believing that this was happening. That she was finally his and she was just as tight and responsive as he’d ever dreamed.

Again and again he pushed into her, but with every thrust she pulled him in deeper, arched against the tree and willed him to work harder, to take everything she had.

“Chase, I…” she panted, but he knew, knew what she wanted, what she needed.

Hoisting her higher with one hand, he slipped his fingers between them and circled her sensitive bud.

“Chase, Chase,” she chanted his name, and he pounded into her harder with every moan, savoring every little tremor of her walls until they quaked and she tightened around him, her heels digging into his ass as the fissions of her pleasure overtook her.

He captured her mouth with his, kissing her deeper and deeper until he knew it was safe to join her in her ecstasy.

“Fuck yes,” he ground out, and then he was pistoning in and out so hard and fast that her breasts bounced with every thrust.

“Yes, baby, yes,” she moaned for him, and he found her mouth again and kissed her deep and hard as his balls drew up and he throttled off the edge and into the wild abyss of his own pleasure.

When the last waves of his orgasm had subsided, he stayed there inside her, staring down at her face as she panted along with him, and then he set her down on the ground and rolled over until they were side by side on the grass.

After a long pause, though, she smiled and said, “I’ve waited a long time to do that.”

He grinned back at her. “Me too.”

“It was perfect.” She let out a soft sound of contentment, and he didn’t bother to put his clothes back on. Not yet. With an absent finger, he stroked up and down her nude form, studying every curve. He couldn’t let this, tonight, be the last time for them. Couldn’t let her walk away. Not again.

“Julie…” he started, trying to find the words he needed, and she turned to him, her long hair still fanned out behind her.

“What?” she asked.

“The city…”

“I don’t want to talk about the city.”

“You have to, though, don’t you?”

“Not right now. Not while I’m with you.” She breathed deep, then said, “Chase, can’t we for just once in our relationship live in the here and now and not worry about what might happen or what could be?”

“No,” he said simply.

“Why?”

“That’s not how life works.”

She scrubbed a hand over her face, then said, “No, I guess it’s not.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Helping my family.”

“And then?”

She rolled onto her stomach, the tips of her nipples skimming the grass as she lifted herself onto her elbows. “I honestly don’t know. There’s nothing left for me in the city. No job, no boyfriend…But I have to go back before the show. I have to make this work. Somehow. I need to find something to tell my family…”

“You could just go with the truth.”

“That I got fired? I don’t think so.”

“They’ll understand.”