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Story: One Boiling Summer

Then I winced. “Fuck. I left my phone and wallet in Carson’s car.”

“Which means?” She gasped.

“No wallet. No condom.”

She tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, eyes meeting mine without a flicker of hesitation. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean. Besides, it’s been a while for me. Are you okay with that?”

Relief surged through me. “Better than okay. Last checkup was three months ago. A while for me, too. I want all of you, Lace.”

Her lips curved in a slow, wicked smile. “Then take me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my jeans down, adjusted between her thighs, and kissed her hard—needy, breathless—like I could taste forever on her lips.

She wrapped a hand around me, guiding me to her slick entrance. “Don’t hold back.”

With a groan, I sank into her, inch by aching inch, until I was buried to the hilt. She arched beneath me, breath catching. She welcomed me like this was more than lust—it was home.

“Oh, God… we fit,” she whispered.

I stilled, overwhelmed by the heat, the tight clutch of her body, the way she welcomed me like she’d been waiting too.

“You were made for me,” I rasped. “I’ve dreamed of this—ofyou—for so damn long.”

Her hips lifted, urging me deeper, and I began to move, slow and steady, savoring every shiver and moan. Her nails dragged down my back, and I knew—I’d never be the same.

“How did you know you wanted me?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Just hit me, on your eighteenth birthday, how special you were. Then each time you’d come to town, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Destiny?”

“Maybe.” I captured her mouth again. But she wasn’t sated yet.

“You should have said something at some point about how you felt, Hudson.”

“You were never ready. You were all about Carson. I think it took you being here now, for things to happen the way they did in order for us to make sense.”

“Maybe you weren’t ready either until now, Hudson. Life has a funny way of working out.”

Sweat slicked our skin under the sweet summer sun. With no one around to see us as we lay in the tall grass, the breeze kissed our movements like blessings.

“Faster?” I applied my hand at her neck and leaned in, licking her pulse.

“I like this pace, like a lazy summer day.” She tightened around me. “Want to feel every second with you.”

We moved, unhurried, like the lake itself. Her moans branded on my soul. I slipped a hand between us, circling her clit. She gasped—clenched—whimpered my name.

“Let go on my cock, baby,” I urged. “I’ve got you.”

Pleasure ripped through her. The sight of her coming and the feel of her body rippling beneath me triggered me, too. I thrust once more, and spilled inside of her, my growl loud in the open air.

We stilled, hearts drumming together. Another breeze floated by our dampened skin. I rolled to my side, sighing and satisfied, keeping her close in my arms.

“Best summer day ever,” I breathed.

“Mm,” she sighed like a woman satisfied. “Mama said I could stay at her house as long as I need.” She traced circles on my chest.

“Hm. Mama’s got excellent hearing, though. To be honest, none of the beds at Mama’s place are comfortable enough for two.” I laughed and kissed her hair. “Because after today I have a feeling we’re going to be like kids, sneaking around. Guarantee it.”