Letting You Go (Stone Lake 1)

“What if we wait until June to head out? That way you’re here for your mom when the divorce becomes final.”

“You’d be willing to do that?”

“I don’t like it, but it’s only a couple weeks. If it will make you feel better, then, I’m fine with it.”

“I still can’t believe that they’ll be divorced so quickly.”

“Well, it helped that your dad agreed to your mom’s terms, you know? Like, once he agreed to sign the paper her attorney drew up, it was pretty much over then.”

“I guess, it just seems like a marriage that lasted twenty-five years should be harder to undo…”

“I’m sorry, Moonbeam.”

“Me too. I can’t imagine what Mom is feeling.”

“You’ll never have to know.”

“Gavin,” she whispers, looking at me.

“I promise you, Luna. I’ll never cheat on you; never hurt you like that. I know you love your dad, but that was a fucking horrible thing to do to your mom. No one ever deserves to be hurt like that,” I tell her.

I take her into my arms, pulling her backwards so we’re lying on the dock, looking up at the sky.

“I’m scared, Gavin.”

“Why, Moonbeam?”

“Everything is changing so fast… Everything I’ve ever known is wrong.”

“We’re not wrong.”

“My parents loved each other once. Now they hate each other.”

“That will never happen to us, Luna.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I just know. I know when I look in your eyes.”

“How?”

“It sounds like a line, but it’s not.”

“What does?”

“When I look in your eyes, Luna… I just know that everything I am ever going to want in life is staring back at me.”

“If it is a line, it’s a really good one,” she murmurs.

“It’s the God’s honest truth, Moonbeam,” I swear.

“Gavin, shut up and kiss me.”

I take the camera from her hand and hold it up in front of us. I have no idea if we’ll even be in the frame, but I snap it as I kiss her.

It seems like a great picture to begin our story with….

Chapter Forty Six

Gavin

“Don’t stop, Gavin,” Luna moans in my ear.

I’m fast approaching the point where I can’t hold back. Luna and I have experimented some, but she wasn’t ready for sex and I’ve never pushed her. It’s been hard not to go all the way, but we’ve talked about it and Luna just hasn’t been ready to take that step. I’m not about to push her, because Luna is more than sex. I told her we had the rest of our lives together, that we didn’t need to push things, and I was completely serious.

That doesn’t mean my balls don’t hate me.

They seem to be living in a constant state of blue.

It also doesn’t mean nights like tonight aren’t hard. I’m dying to have her—so hungry that my body feels like it is being tortured. Hearing her plead for more serves in making it worse. Luna is innocent. She has no idea what she does to me beyond the obvious signs.

A hoarse growl escapes as her hand wraps around my hard cock.

“Luna, you’re playing with fire,” I warn her, my fingers sliding against her heated flesh. She’s so wet that it would be easy to push inside of her. I shake with the need to do that, but instead I settle for moving the pads of my fingers around the swollen nub that’s pulsing in hunger.

This is as far as we’ve gone. Always before she’s pulled back, stopped us before we crossed that line that would be impossible to come back from.

“I don’t care, Gavin. I don’t want to wait. I’m tired of waiting. I want to belong to you.”

“Luna,” I moan, my control so close to snapping as her hand slides up and down my shaft, stroking me. Her hand is heaven, but what would it be like to be inside her hot, wet, tight pussy?

What would it be like to take her virginity and make her come all over my cock?

The mere thought makes my body shake with need.

“I want you to take me, Gavin. I don’t want to wait anymore. We’re going away together. You said we belong to each other. There’s no point in waiting anymore. I need you.”

Damn it.

It’d be so easy to give in. To give her—to give both of us—what we want.

“Luna,” I whisper into her ear. “Give me your mouth.”

She doesn’t even question. Suddenly her lips are on mine. Her tongue searches mine, hungrily and unpracticed, completely lost to passion and I’m there with her. Our tongues mate, and I kiss her with all the love I have inside of me—it all belongs to her anyway. Her shirt is gone, lying on the floor with her pants. That leaves her bra on, and my hand down inside of her panties. Luna has been shy, afraid to be naked in front of me. She’s never let anyone see her in the nude before, and I like that. I like that I am the first man she’s loved. I like that I will be her first lover, her first orgasm, all of it. I hate that we keep her underwear on when we make out, but I know eventually they will come off. I’ve already had her bra off, but only in the dark and even then, she blushed so deeply that I think she was glowing in the darkness.