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I drop to my knees and focus on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. I reach my hand under the waistband of his boxers and pull him out, salivating as I look at the size of him in my small hand. I look up into his eyes as I close my lips around his girth and bob my head up and down on him. I keep my eyes planted on him until he drops his head back, his hands going to my head to help move me how he likes best.

“Fuck, Lana. You feel amazing.”

I don’t want to stop. I know I could bring him to his knees if I continue to do this, but he has other plans. He pulls me off him and helps me stand. His fingers find their way into my panties as he runs his finger up and down my slit and kisses my neck and around my breasts. I reach out for his cock and take him firmly in my hand, slowly rubbing him up and down.

He circles my clit with his thumb, and I moan for him. Then, when he inserts a finger in me, I gyrate my hips, trying desperately to find the release my body is craving. I’m getting close. His scent, his breathing, and his touches bring me closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” I moan as I grab his shoulders to keep from falling over.

He spins me around, pulls my underwear down, and positions my hands on the wall in front of me. He leans his weight into me as he calls me a good girl and nips at my ear. He kicks my feet out a little wider and holds on to my hips. I arch my back, pressing my ass out to him. My mind is fuzzy as everything inside me pulses with a need to feel him. I’m strung so tight.

“No condom, just for a minute,” I blurt out. I want to feel him inside me without anything between us. I want to know he’s the first one that took me this way. I’m out of my mind horny, and the thought of him taking me bareback is adding to the heightened sensation. “I’m on birth control. Just for a second,” I try to rationalize.

He lines himself up with me and pushes just the tip inside. My body grips him, holding him in place as I pant. He’s still too big for me, but I will myself to relax. I thrust back, taking him all the way in, and the two of us groan in unison. I pull forward and thrust back a few times, controlling the depth and speed, on the verge of my orgasm, lost in my own pleasure. He grips my hips tight and holds me still.

“Lana, we can’t stay like this.” The words are tight, and I know he’s trying to hold back. He pulls out, and I’m bereft. I want him back in me. I look over my shoulder and watch as he rolls the condom over his length and presses back into me. I arch my back to accommodate him as he finds his own rhythm. “Touch yourself.”

I reach my hand between my legs and move my fingers how I like best. My legs begin to shake, and I struggle to keep the momentum of my fingers as I hold myself up. He snakes his hand around my waist and presses his fingers against mine, the added pressure sending me over the edge. My knees feel like Jell-O, and I’m glad he’s helping me stand. I would have sunk to the ground if not.

He comes a few moments later, my name a groan on his lips. What we just did was irresponsible, and it can’t happen again. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.

Chapter 26

Tristan

Holy fuck. I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom, and I can see why it’s addictive. I was planning on teasing her with just the tip, but when she thrust all the way back on me, I was done for. I wanted to shoot everything into her, make her keep it for me. I run my fingers down my face. I’m fucking eighteen years old; I shouldn’t be thinking like that.

She traces a pattern with her finger over my pectoral, and I pull her a little closer to my chest to kiss her forehead. She looks up at me, giving me a lazy smile. It’s getting hot laying in the shack, but I don’t want to move yet because I know, when we do, she’s going to remember she’s leaving in two days, just like I’m thinking it now.

“No more ignoring me, got it?” I push hair out of her face and look down at her.

“Got it,” she replies quietly.

“No more hanging out with Russ either. He’s a dick.” I add the last part for good measure.

She sits up and glares at me, her mouth popped open. “You havenoright to tell me who I can and cannot hang out with, Tristan.”

I groan. I shouldn’t have said that. She doesn’t like being told what to do unless it’s sex related. “All I’m saying is he likes you more than he’s letting on, and I’m sure he’s going to try something before you both leave.”

She starts tugging her clothes on and huffs as she hops on one foot while trying to shove the other through her pant leg. “I tell you I’m falling for you, you tell me the same, and you start trying to control me right off the bat. What the hell is wrong with you?”

The beast of anger is getting riled up, and I’m trying to tame him so I don’t fuck this up more than I seem to be already. “Lana, stop. Look at me, please.” My voice is calm and even.

She huffs as her eyes land on me, resting her hands on her hips. She reminds me of Peter Pan the way she’s standing, except Peter isn’t as tempting in a pair of skinny jeans and a light pink bra.

“I’m not trying to keep you for anyone. When you hang out with him, he stops me from getting to see you. He makes sure he is always around and doesn’t give us any privacy. I’m not asking for you; I’m asking forme,so I can actually spend time with you these last few days.”

She drops her arms to her sides and hunches her shoulders. “Sorry. I thought it was because you were just being jealous.”

I shake my head but grin anyway. “Well, I mean, there’s always that bit. You already told me you think his accent is sexy.”

She smirks and kneels next to me. “Yeah, but his body is nothing compared to yours. Plus, you have calloused hands from ranch work, and his hands might as well be manicured. He’s never had to work a day in his life. You’re a much better choice for the future.” Her eyes go wide, and she blushes from the top of her head down to where her jeans sit on her hips.

When I crawl over her, she leans back until I’m straddling her waist. “Thinking of a future with me, Ms. Robinson?” My emotions soar. Could I possibly have a chance at being with this girl? My mind starts reeling with possibilities on how we could make it work and if she would even want to.

She sputters until I finally let her off the hook by telling her I’m teasing and that we should get back to the house. I’m not, though. I want to know what she sees when she pictures me. I don’t want to leave our little cocoon, but I don’t want Dad or Mom to come looking for me. I intertwine our fingers as we walk in the direction of the house for some lunch. As we approach, I see her dad talking with mine.They sure are talking a lot.

Henry turns to look at us as we approach, and instead of dropping her hand, I bring it to my mouth to kiss the back of it. I don’t want to spend any more time being scared to show my affection for her. She smiles up at me, and I fight the urge to kiss her lips.