After the Fall (The Fallen Men 4)

“Fine, but I’m eatin’ dessert first,” I growled, landin’ my palm on the curve of her ass. “And I don’t mean the pie.”

But she was right about needin’ to let go of all the chaos for a beat and just fuckin’ live again. Felt the relief as soon as my Harley rumbled to life beneath me and Cress’s arms twined around my belly, her sweet form pressed groin to cheek against my leather cut.

This was it, the peace in the chaos, just havin’ the road under my tires, my woman at my back, and the fresh ocean air whippin’ through my hair.

I hollered as we drove down the winding road just to feel the noise catch in the wind, and Cress mimicked me, unwrappin’ her arms to toss them up for a moment just to feel the edge of danger and know she was alive.

When we pulled up to the dead-end road and the path to the cliff, I felt lighter than I had in weeks. I snagged an arm around my woman’s waist as she got off the bike and tugged her back to me, kissing the smile off her face.

“Thank you,” I told her, nuzzlin’ into the soft valley between her breasts. “Needed this more than I knew. Needed you.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she quipped easily, runnin’ her hands through my hair. “I can’t help much with the strategy talk and the biker stuff, but I can make you smile.”

“That’s the damn truth.”

She tugged her fingers in my mane so I was forced to look up into her wicked smile.

“What was it you once said? Happiness is streaking bare-assed naked down the wet sand, drinking too much, and laughing too loud? Well…” She stepped back with a cheeky giggle and started to undo the buttons on her dress. “There’s beer and champagne in the bags, and I thought, wouldn’t it be fun…” She toed off her shoes and let the opened torso of her dress fall to her waist, baring her sweet tits, nipples furled in the cool breeze. “If we played a little game.”

“Yeah?” I asked, the word a growl as my eyes tracked over her. She shimmied her hips, and the dress slipped off, pooling at her feet to reveal she wasn’t wearin’ any underwear.

She leaned forward to brace her hands on my thighs and spoke against my lips. “If you get naked too and catch me before I make it to the cliffs, you can have me any way you want to take me.”

And with a nip at my bottom lip, she was off, hair flyin’, plump ass jigglin’ as she took off into the bushes, her laughter followin’ like an invitation.

One I took without hesitation.

Shucked my clothes in thirty seconds flat, grabbed the bag of food in one hand, and charged after her, catchin’ a glimpse of sun-kissed hair through the greenery. The ground was soft and verdant beneath my feet, the air so sweet it tasted like melted saltwater taffy on my tongue as I drank it down.

It felt fuckin’ good to rip across the earth after her, so good I started laughin’ even before I gained on her, even before I growled just to hear her scream, even before I snatched her little waist right before the middle of the cliff top and sent us both tumblin’ down.

We were both laughin’ too hard to kiss, rollin’ in the silken grass for a minute before we calmed down, me on top of her, hands pinned to the ground above her head.

She giggled up at me; eyes so bright with ardent adoration they hit me like a punch to the chest.

“Hey honey,” she said softly. “Good to see that smile again.”

I dipped down to run my nose along hers. “What would I do without you?”

“You’ll never have to know,” she promised, then squirmed a little, rubbin’ the points of her breasts through my chest hair. “Now, what’re you gonna do to me?”

Sitting back on my heels, I reached over for the bag I’d dropped in my pursuit of her. I dragged it onto my lap and dug out the bottle of champagne.

“Think we should make a toast to our wedding,” I announced as I started to unwind the wrapping.

Cress writhed in anticipation as I popped the cork and held the bottle over his lips as it frothed over, letting the sweet liquid slide down her throat.

I moved, straddlin’ her chest so that my cock loomed over her face. Fisting the base, I drew the wet tip across her lips, watched as her greedy tongue darted out, tryin’ to catch a taste of me. I cupped the back of her head in one hand to better the angle and pressed the head to her lips.

“Open up, babe,” I urged. “Remind me how much you love to take me down your throat.”