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Fucking hell, I love him. I mean how could I not? The man is basically a teddy bear for me. Who would have known? He’s stolen my heart and I'm never getting it back.

Do I say that out loud though? Hell no. Last thing I need is him giving me another speech about coming on too crazy.

No, no. I won't do that. I'll just play it cool, and he’ll be none the wiser.

“Harlyn, are you okay?”

I blink and lock eyes with him. I'm positioned against his chest, between his spread legs where we are sprawled on the tiles by the pool, on top a blanket. It's the sweetest thing. There's wine and snacks and Creek. Nothing better than this. And he did it for me. I'm swollen with love.

“Huh?”

I shake my head to knock myself out of the mess inside my mind.

“You’re hurting my leg.”

I glance down and gasp, releasing the hold my nails had on his thigh. Tiny moons bead with blood at the surface and my mouth waters.

So much for playing it cool, idiot.

“I'm more than okay Flower”, I tell him, twisting around and lowering my lips to the abused flesh of his thigh. I kiss the marks gently and lick the slight mess there, followed by the residue remaining on my lips. A grin tugs at them when I hear his breath catch.

I don't care what this man says, I think he likes a little crazy to go with his discipline.

“Then what were you thinking about?” He asks.

“I can't say.”

His eyes narrow on me, and I roll mine. The guy could find a penny on the sidewalk and interrogate the currency before pocketing it.

He grips my chin, ensuring my gaze locks on his. “The only time I want your eyes to roll for me is when I'm fucking you.”

A shiver dances down my spine and my lips part. I don't know what Creek sees on my face, but when he chuckles my cheeks heat. The way he can make me go from zero to sunburned in two seconds flat is truly an anomaly. I no longer hate it. I’d paint my skin red if it meant having his eyes darken with hunger all for me.

“I was just thinking that this was the one”, I lie.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been dragging me all over the city for the past week to help me fill the void of an empty childhood. I appreciate that and admire you more for it.”

And I do. It's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. He hasn’t come out right and said that’s what he’s been doing, but there is no mistaking the look in his eyes when I talk about the past.

“But...?”

He presses.

“But this is the one”, I sweep my hand across the space in front of us. “I don't need nor want to go back in time and live moments I should have had the first time around. I would not trade the life I lived caring for Cami for anything.”

I pause on a breath, closing my eyes. “We had each other and that was enough for me, and it's important you know that.

“This has been amazing though. More than. I’ve never been swimming before, and it was nice. Perhaps next time you will actually teach me how to swim using arms and legs and not my ass”, I look pointedly at him, but can't contain my smile when he laughs.

“My point is”, I continue when our chuckles extinguish. “This felt less like trying for lost time and more like a date meant only for us and our future together.”

I bite my lip and peek up at him. “Water, wine, food, and Creek”, I shrug a shoulder. “What could be better than that?”

Cami was right all those years ago, I'm such a sap. When I finish my ridiculous rant and chance a glimpse in Creeks direction, my breathing stills. He’s looking at me with unreadable emotion, but so much of it I can't help but climb into his lap. My arms wrap around his neck, and his around my waist. We hold each other for some time. The water jets and our breathing the only sounds in the vast area.

“Tell me something”, I say when we eventually pull apart.

“What do you wanna know?”

I think on that a moment before something comes to mind. “Tell me about your parents. Your childhood, was it good?”

He contemplates that for a beat. “Yes and no... Unfortunately for you, I'm the boring one.”

I altogether disagree with that assessment but seal my lips anyway. “I enjoyed spending time with my brothers and fucking off with them when warranted. We all went through training when we were younger so that took up an excess amount of time.

“I had no plans to go to college as I already knew what my future held, and I was fine with that.”

“No friends?” I ask.

“None worth mentioning. A few of the guys that work for me are okay.”

“Ex boyfriends I need to purge?” I tease.

Kind of.

He chuckles anyway and brushes some loose hairs behind my ears. “No baby. Only you.”

“I love this”, I say. “Learning about you. I feel like we talk way too much about me.”

My nose scrunches.

“That’s because I'm simple and you’re a puzzle”, he smirks. “I'm gonna solve you though.”

“Mmm”, I hum. “Please solve me”, I grin.

“As for my parents”, he continues and I settle into his lap more, head resting on his shoulder. “My mother hemorrhaged after giving birth to me”, he says and my mouth gapes. I had known she passed away, but I didn’t know it related to Creek directly or I wouldn’t have asked.

His fingers lightly brush down my spine, while my breath tickles his neck. “When she became pregnant with me her doctor was adamant about her need to abort me for her own safety. She had triplets before me and that was high risk in itself. He didn’t believe her body could handle it. I don't know all of the details, just that she refused to get rid of me.”

“That’s awful Flower.”

“My father and I were not close. Still aren’t. He's what you would call a massive dick. Everything we did had to be perfect. Anything we did was scrutinized even if it was so”, he sighs. “There was one time he spoke to me about my mother though. It really helped clear up a lot of the hang ups and guilt I suffered through when I was younger. He told me how much she loved me. I believe him.

“Everyone else remembers my mother well. I'm envious sometimes, but also grateful that she thought I was worthy enough.”

“I've no doubt she's proud of the strong man you’ve become”, I peck his neck with a quick kiss before sitting upright. “That was beautiful, thank you for sharing and trusting me.”

Creek smiles easily and yanks me in for a sensual kiss. He captures every breathy moan my throat releases and I swallow his. My cock strains against the confines of my robe when he tugs on my lip with his teeth, breaking skin. A hint of copper is shared between our searching tongues, making me crave him. My ass is still sore from earlier, but I can't find the care to place there.

“Creek”, I whimper into his mouth, when his hands work under my robe and his fingers brush my hole.

“Do you need to be fucked again baby?”

I gasp when he rubs over my taint and kneads my balls. Precum builds at the head of my cock, dripping.

“Hmm?”

He continues when I don't respond. “Need me to stretch this tiny hole around my fat cock and fuck you till you cry?”

When his rough hand wraps around my dick I'm a goner. “Y-yes”, I croak.

“Yes what?”

He works me fast and hard, gathering my precum and stroking it down my length. “Sloppy boy, so ready for me.”

“Yes Flower, stretch and fuck me on your cock please”, I beg.

He growls, swiping his tongue across my mouth one last time before he pushes me from his lap and turns me around. He helps me remove the robe in no time. Guiding me to prop my forearms on a long folding chair.

A hand spreads me right before cool liquid falls into my crack, and his free hand rubs it in over my desperate hole. I hear him coating his cock a moment later.

“Fuck... This arch of yours in sexy. You’re so fucking sexy like this. Naked and desperate for my cock to ruin you.”

His breath tickles my lower back, then his tongue licks up my spine. I melt into the chair, forehead dropping on my arms while I pant.

His teeth sink into my shoulder, just as his cock lines up with my hole and he plunges inside of me in one go.

“Oh fuck!”

I cry out, while he fucks me from behind.

“That’s right baby. Who’s is this?”

Creek asks, his finger circling my stretched hole while his dick destroys it in hard and fast snaps of his skilled hips.

“Y-yours. Only ever yours”, I gasp.

“That’s fucking right, baby.”

“Creek!”

I shout and fall forward when he hooks an arm under my right knee and hoists my leg up. His free hand lands next to my head as he fucks into me from a new angle, making my eyes cross.

Warmth floods my lower belly when his mouth comes down on my back. He kisses licks and sucks me all over, while his big cock hits my prostate religiously until I see stars.

“God you should see how you look right now Harlyn. You’re a fucking mess for me”, he says, and I choke on a moan. “Hair awry, sweat beading on your scarred skin. Cock weeping and dying for some attention. Stroke it baby. Grab your dick and fuck your fist while I break you.”

I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come. This is good. We are so fucking good.

I grasp my leaking cock and stroke root to tip in time with his bruising thrusts. It feels like my limbs go numb and the sole focus of my nerves are of that in my ass and cock. Nothing else matters.

“Oh, fuck Creek, oh god... t-too much.”

I cry out when he lifts my leg up higher and shifts his legs and hips, completely altering the angle from heaven to hell.

His fingers dig into my leg that he's holding, and his free hand yanks my hair until my head tilts back and I feel his breath tickle my ear, sending a shiver of euphoria though me. “Fucking take it”, he growls and fucks into me harder. “Stroke your cock faster baby.”

I do and my head loll’s, mouth opening on a silent scream.

“Look how much you like it. Tell me you love it, my little slut.”

“I-I ahhh-”, My words end on a dirty shout mixed with an erotic moan as my cock erupts and ropes of come spray the blanket at our knees.

Creek moans while he pounds into me from behind. “Goddamn baby, that was so. Fucking. Hot.”

His words match the pace of his hips, and he stills. His warm release fills my ass, and he rolls his hips on another moan.

I’d die if that moan were against my lips right now.

On second thought, I'll die without it.

I pull off Creeks cock and flip around. His come spills out of my ass and I make a mess, but I don't care. He’s breathing just as heavy as me when I throw my arms around him, and he cradles me just right, like I'm precious to him.

“Stay with me tonight?”

He whispers, voice hoarse.

As if he has to ask.