Page 28 of Secrets That Bind Us

I lay down on my bed, my spine sinking into the mattress, the low sound of thunder rumbling in the distance.

I close my eyes for just a second, listening to the drops of rain pinging against my window, thinking of Dean.

His hands. His eyes. Lips. Teeth. Fading freckles.

Remembering the boy that would yank on my ponytail, win races for me…

to now being on his knees for me, both to pleasure and to plead for me…

“I can read books...”

Thinking about leaving him behind makes me feel like I’m dying on the inside. It’s not him I’m leaving behind. It’s Adelaide. I steady my breath, slowing it. Imagining a life without him is impossible.I want all the things he wants. Savannah. Noah. His nana’s ring on my finger.

I jolt quickly, the sound of thunder crashing, the sky outside of my window is dark, and through it I see a soft glow in the loft of the barn.

Shit. I left the candles on. I throw my dress on.

Barefoot, I sneak downstairs, past Daddy passed out on the sofa, Mama probably in bed.

I grab my shoes by the door, and run out into the stinging rain, heart racing.

The door to the barn slams shut behind me, and I race up the ladder to find him there, waiting for me, sitting with his back against the wall on the bed of blankets I made for us.

Shirt and shoes off, silver chain glistening in the glow of the candles, wicked smile on his face. “I tried to call you.”

“I fell asleep.” I whisper.

He rises and strides to me, and when he cups my face, I’m suddenly all too aware that I am shivering.

From getting drenched in the rain, the heat of his hands, or the need in his eyes, I’m not sure.

What I am sure of is this . Him. Of the forever that’s ours.

He kisses my temple as his hands go to the straps of my dress that’s clinging to me.

His motions are deliberate, but I can feel his hands slightly trembling against me, and knowing he’s just as nervous as I am, soothes me.

Because it is his first time.

With me.

This is us.

The realization of that hits me like a freight train, and suddenly I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. My dress falls to the ground, and I’m completely naked, having forgone any undergarments in my haste to turn off the candles.

He sucks in a breath. “You are so beautiful, Verity.” His fingertips trail my skin, from my clavicle to the sides of my breasts, thumbing my nipples before they continue down– to the dip in my waist, to the flare of my hips, leaving goosebumps in their wake– my insides coiling, alert and needy. “Perfect for me.”

I stretch my hand out needing to touch him, and he grips my wrists.

“I got this. You took care of me earlier, let me take care of you now, okay? Lay down.”

I do, and once he’s ripped off every article of clothing, I drink him in.

From his feet up his strong legs, muscular thighs, to the thickening erection between them.

I gulp at the sight as my eyes ascend to his taut abdomen, his hands– every juicy vein coiling from the inside of his wrists, up his forearms– his biceps, and finally my eyes fall to his strong, broad chest before landing on his stormy eyes. Someone needs to sculpt him.

Dean kneels before me, placing his hands on the insides of my knees and spreads them apart before settling over me– most of his weight on his forearm, the other on my hip.

I take in a breath when he kisses me, because I can feel the weight of his length on top of my sex.

He’s not pushing, and I realize he wants me to get used to the feeling of having him between my thighs.

Get used to his weight, the intensity of this storm brewing between us. Like the one outside.

“Are you scared?”

I shake my head. I’m really not.

“Good.” His kisses travel from the corner of my lips, the valley of my breasts, tongue laving over my nipple, going from one to the other, and I gasp at the sensation.

“Dean!”

“I know baby, but I gotta get you to come for me at least once, so you’re ready for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t speed up though. For all this time, waiting for this moment, he’s taking his time – like he doesn’t want it to end.

Every tap of his warm tongue on my skin feels like a balm as much as it does being burned, and I want more.

He’s finally there, kissing my pussy, teasing my lips open with his, licking my seam, and when I part my thighs wider he groans at the sight. “Fucking perfect pink, little pussy.”

I groan when he dives in again, devouring me, a finger circling my hole, teasing, dipping in along with his tongue. The pressure makes me squirm, and my hand flies down to his head. “Please, Dean!”

“I gotta get you there, baby.”

“Torturing me.” I moan. With a grin, he nips at my clit, and then – “Oh god, DEAN!” he shoves two fingers into me, and my back arches, “it’s so good, it’s so- oh, fuck!

” his tongue laps and swirls, and I can’t- “PLEASE!” I have no idea what I’m begging for, but he takes my clit and slurps , quickly lapping.

My thighs quiver in the same frantic rhythm of his tongue and the thrust of his fingers.

I tug on his hair harder, pulling him closer to me, shoving my entire pussy into his mouth, and he laughs .

“That’s it. There you go, baby. Fuck my face.

” He groans, swirling, licking, lapping, nipping, fingers pistoning.

I swear I levitate off the ground when I lose all control.

“Fuck yes! Come all over my mouth, baby. It’s so good.

Perfect, perfect, perfect .” He praises against my sensitive flesh when my thighs squeeze his head, and he’s up, tearing open a condom wrapper and carefully putting it on, rolling it down his hard length that I swear has thickened, and climbs back over me.

I kiss him. I devour him, tasting myself on his lips, tongue and teeth, opening my thighs as far as they can go. He rubs the tip of his dick on my sensitive clit, waves of electricity shooting up me, still pulsating when he nudges in my abused hole.

“Hold onto me, baby. I need to feel you all around me. Don’t let go of me.” I wrap my arms over his neck and then, “This may hurt a bit, but I’m not sure if I can go slow. I want to. But I need you.”

“Dean-“ just do it! I don’t get to say.

He cuts me off with a kiss, and I go rigid when he shoves in all the way home, groaning into my mouth.

I can’t breathe. It’s everything. Everything.

Everything . Yes, the pressure is strange and the stretch burns, but it feels too fucking right.

Because it’s him and me. Nothing makes sense except us in this moment.

The hand he has on my hips squeezes hard.

“Fuck, Verity. I know I say this all the time, but you’re fucking perfect.

Made for me. You’re choking my cock, baby. I need to move.”

I nod my head, giving him the okay.

It’s a war between bodies because I start moving with him, too, and whatever I’m doing must be working, because soon we’re both panting and sweaty, building my next orgasm together.

His movements are fluid and steady, his forehead in my neck, tongue on my nipple, and I bring his face up to mine.

“I love you. Come with me, please. I love you. I love you. Come with me. Come with me. Come with me . Oh god, please! DEAN!”

“Verity!” he groans my name, the tortured, rough sound sending shivers down my spine and his.

I can feel the thickening of his dick with every spurt he loads into the condom, and we’re soaring through the clouds over Adelaide, lost in each other as our souls combine.

He collapses on top of me, shaking, sweaty.

Forever mine.

“Is it always like this?” I have to ask.

He shakes his head. “Never, baby. It’s never been like this for me.

” He replies, kissing me again, exploring and taking his time now that we’re not in a rush.

I don’t let him go when he begins to slip out.

I just hold him to me. Would it be insane to ask him?

To ask him to give up his dreams while I follow mine?

Yes, it would be. So I stay quiet. I just hold him until our sweat dries, and he begins to thicken and harden inside me, and we go again.

And again. Until the rain stops and the sky is purple and magenta, the sun rising, and he has to go home before we’re found.

But I’m not too worried about that. I’m the only one that comes up to the loft anyway…

“Oh my god, you fucked!” Zoey squeals as soon as she sees me on Monday morning at my locker, Evan beside her and my face grows hot.Evan chuckles but also looks away a bit abashed.

“Christ, Zoey, lower your voice!” but the memories of Friday night, Saturday morning, Saturday night, Sunday morning and then last night, when Dean snuck into my room after climbing up the trellis and onto the roof to get through my bedroom window so he could ravage me over and over again, between naps makes me clench my thighs together.

God, he was insatiable. I’m sore and my legs are sore in areas they’ve never been sore.

Which reminds me I have to buy more condoms.

“ Please tell me I’m right.” She pleads with a grin on her face, look away, scrunch my nose, and nod. “Fuck, how was it?”

“Incredible.” I reply breathlessly as if it’s happening all over again.

“I knew it. I mean, obviously with all the talk around town last summer but geez. Is it huge?”

“ZOEY!” I whisper-scream but she giggles triumphantly.

“What’s going on?” Micah asks from behind me, and I jump.

“Shit Micah, warn a girl.” I breathe out.

“Our girl got fucked.”

Micah’s face drops. “What?”