Until Fools Find Gold (Providence Gold 1)

Not delaying the inevitable one second more, I’d placed my tip at her entrance and pushed into her. I’d wanted to slam into her, but she’d only lost her virginity just under forty-eight hours ago, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

This wasn’t the case for Luna. She’d used her position to slam back onto me, coming quickly. After that, she met me thrust for thrust, and we’d quickly completely lost control. The water amplified the sound of our bodies when skin met skin, making it sound even more carnal and erotic, if that was possible.

I’d refused to let go until she came one more time though, so I tilted my hips slightly so that my cock rubbed across that rough little patch of flesh inside her that would send her into orbit.

The little minx had played me at my own game, refusing to give it up until I had. She’d begun squeezing around me, pulsing her muscles as hard as she could. She was already so frickin’ tight that each time made me groan in pleasure and pain. It was like one met the other and created complete ecstasy.

I’d been too focused on what her muscles were doing to notice that she’d moved one hand off the wall and that it was disappearing under her body. That was until the soft pads of her fingers had skimmed my balls, followed by her little hand wrapping around them and massaging them gently.

That was it, I couldn’t take anymore, and with a roar that I hadn’t realized I’d let out until it was too late, I’d slammed harder and harder, angling my hips upwards so that her hand would hopefully skim her clit each time.

Our orgasms had almost been synchronized. She’d let out a screaming gasp and her body had started to spasm just as I’d groaned and started to come inside her. We’d had the discussion the night before where I’d assured her I was clean, and then we’d discussed contraception. She’d been intending to go to the doctor today, but this trip had made that a moot plan.

Would I be upset if she got pregnant? No. I wanted some more time with her, just the two of us, absolutely. I loved her, she was my lobster, but I wanted us to grow together and become stronger as a unit. A baby was a blessing regardless, so no I definitely wouldn’t be upset if we were blessed.

Luna wasn’t sure about being a mother as she’d had shitty ass examples of what a parent was until she’d met my parents. Even then they were almost fictional in her mind as they weren’t her parents.

Whatever life threw at us, we would face together.

That was something I was telling myself not twenty-four hours later.

Not that it helped in any way shape or form though.

Luna“Are you still mad at him?” Sven chuckled as we finished dinner.

Yes, yes, I was, the fat chicken cock. And then he’d made me scream in the shower. Ballsy bastard!

Plus, I knew he was keeping something from me, something big. I’d caught him and Sven whispering earlier as they stared at the screen of Sven’s cell. When I’d asked what they were looking at, they’d said the weather. The freaking weather! There hadn’t been a cloud in the sky as we’d plummeted from that plane, and there still wasn’t one now.

The fact that he was keeping a secret from me was confusing, but I wasn’t unreasonable, well not totally unreasonable. It could have had something to do with the oil company, a family member, or hell even that Sven had a penchant for BDSM and was showing Noah his latest accessories or an outfit he wanted an opinion on. No, wait, that would have been gross! Okay, the lost treasures of the Sierra Madre– there, totally possible. But I knew it wasn’t. I’d heard my name whispered a couple of times, and if Sven was choosing a BDSM outfit for me, or suspected that I knew the whereabouts of the lost treasures of the Sierra Madre, then I’d be kinda wigged out.

So, knowing that Noah trusted Sven with something to do with me, that wouldn’t end up with me in the shower, scrubbing my skin and singing the Crying Game, yeah - I was freaking hurt! And pissed, although that was still because of the flying adventure.

Not giving his question an answer, I looked back to Maggie who was telling me about her and Sven’s kids, and their lives in Tennessee. We’d made plans for me and Noah to visit– if he was still breathing– in the summer. I’d always wanted to go to Dollywood and Maggie had never been, so we’d looked up how long it would take to get there and made plans to have a Dolly-day!

After dinner, Sven took us to the club he’d once owned, and we started doing shots. Before long, my snit was gone, washed away by tequila, and I was happily dancing away, not a care in the world. I’d have happily jumped out of a tiny plane in a parachute held together by dental floss and duct tape! My foot didn’t hurt, nothing hurt, and I was a freaking awesome dancer suddenly.