We stay like that for I’m not even sure how long, just me pinning her to the bed with my still-hard cock buried deep inside her as we slowly kiss. Eventually, I slide out of her with a small whimper of protest from her lips. But I’m scooping her into my arms and crushing my lips to hers as I yank her against me.
I’m far from done with her.
I’ll never be done with her.
And I’m never letting her go.
8
Juliana
“Yikes.”
I blink, shaking my head and panting as the fiery burn of the tequila teases down my throat. Russell chuckles, taking the bottle from my hands and taking a swig himself. I giggle when he has the same reaction, gleefully needling him in the arm as I take the bottle back.
“Oh-ho-ho, look at mister tough Marine sputtering on his drink!” I tease.
Russell rolls his eyes, making me squeal and writhe on his lap as he tickles me.
“A, this stuff is shit, and B…” He arches a brow at me. “I have been in a prison in the middle of the desert, held by guys who don’t drink, for five years.”
I sigh, shaking my head dramatically.
“Excuses, excuses, excuses.”
I erupt into giggles again as he attacks me with his fingers, making me squirm on his lap again before slowly, the ticking turns to just plain wandering hands. I moan softly, feeling his naked, hard body coil against me as I writhe my equally naked body against him. My mouth finds his, and I moan softly as his tongue parts my lips.
The fire in the pit in front of us crackles and snaps, spreading heat across our bodies as we rock together, panting into each other’s lips.
Hours after we first arrived at the cabin and crashed together, and after the shower, and Russell fucking me across the bearskin rug in the living room after that, this is where we ended up: sharing an Adirondack chair and a bottle of bad tequila next to the fire pit out front of the cabin, with the lake in front of us.
He’s told me more about Afghanistan, and about staying alive day in and day out in that prison. I’ve told him more about Darren and the way he’s tried to weasel his way into my father’s company. Not exactly fun conversations, but I know we both had to get it out there. And now, we’re burying the bad with love—with kisses, with touches, and of course, with tequila.
“Darren’s going to pay, believe me,” Russell growls, his eyes flashing. I bite my lip, eyeing him. I know him too well to not know that look when I see it.
“You’ve got a plan, don’t you?”
Slowly, he grins, nodding.
“Well?”
“Later,” he purrs, sliding his hands over me. I swallow thickly, loving his touch. But I jump from the chair.
“Uh-uh,” I shake a finger at him teasingly. “No touching until you spill it.”
Something sparks in his eyes as they drink me in, the firelight flickering over my bare skin.
“No touching, huh? And what about if I just pin you down and run my hands and mouth all over you?”
I shiver heatedly.
“You’d have to catch me first.”
Desire blazes in his eyes and ignites through my core.
“Oh, and Russell?”
I grin wickedly, biting my lips I saunter close to him, knowing exactly what I’m about to do.
“Tag,” I tap his knee with my toe. “You’re it.”
The fire in his eyes blazes hot, and I squeal as I see him grin and lunge from the chair. Yes, even tag used to turn into a sex game with us, especially up here at the lake with no one around us. I turn and bolt for the lake, giggling and screaming in excitement as I hear him chasing after me. My bare feet pound the wood of the dock, with his footsteps right behind me.
I stop at the very end of it and turn to him, and he suddenly comes to a stop. He freezes, his jaw tightening and his eyes just… fuck. His eyes just burn right into me, drinking me in. God, that way he looks at me, like I’m the only woman on Earth.
I shiver, craving him instantly.
“You’re not supposed to stop chasing, you know,” I say quietly.
Russell slowly moves towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“And you’re not supposed to just stop running like that,” he growls lowly.
He moves into me, and I sink into his arms there on the edge of the dock.
“Hey,” I whisper, prodding his chest as I look up into his eyes.
“Don’t ever leave me again.”
His grin fades, a spark in his eyes as his hands tighten on me.
“Not ever, beautiful. Not ever again.”
He kisses me softly, swallowing my soft moan as his tongue teases mine.
“Oh, but Jules?” he murmurs, pulling back.
“Yeah?” I breathe.
Russell grins wickedly as his finger pokes my chest.