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The ground quaked beneath me. Or maybe it didn’t move at all, but I suddenly felt unstable as the rasp of my zipper filled the air.

Soft fingers glanced over the skin on my abdomen before slipping inside my underwear.

Her palm pulled my cock free into the breezy air, encasing me with warmth and making me jolt.

My hand shifted from her hip and around to the small of her back while she pumped me slowly. Once, twice. I drew in a deep breath and fisted my fingers in the cloth of her shirt before pressing it against the top swell of her ass.

“You smell so good,” she murmured with a drunken sound of bliss.

Smiling, I turned my face in toward hers and took my own deep whiff. “So do you.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised. Pleased.

“Fuck, yeah,” I rasped. “It’s like leather or old books maybe, mixed with some kind of candle wax and fresh snow layered over a hint of…vanilla. Yeah, vanilla. It’s cozy and warm but also refreshing. I want to burrow into it and just…feast.”

When I buried my nose in her hair, she shuddered and tipped her face toward my neck. “Keene.” The word sounded reverent and relieved as if coming home after being away too long.

I swallowed thickly, thinking this felt important and somehow monumental. I instinctively knew I couldn’t let her down. What I did in the next moment would steer the course for the rest of…everything.

Pausing in her hair near her ear, I let my exhale warm her before whispering, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Her breath caught. “Okay.”

So I touched her chin lightly, encouraging it up. Once she lifted her face, I curled a hand around the back of her neck and used my thumb to hold her jaw steadily in place. I lowered my mouth, barely sweeping her lips with mine.

She whimpered. I groaned. It was such a small contact. Barely a brush. But I felt it everywhere. It seared my skin and scoured my chest until I was inflamed. I swear it imprinted itself on my very DNA.

My blood pounded through my veins.

A small, pained sound rose from her throat. Alarm, panic, need. She wanted this just as much as I did. But she was scared. Wary.

I had to admit, I was a little shaken myself. But this meaningless little hookup was turning out to be a lot heavier than I’d imagined it would be.

Hissing a curse, I dove back in and kissed her again.

She kissed me back, surging against me and gripping my face. Heat exploded in my belly and crackled through my cock. I mumbled something about how good she tasted before tangling my tongue with hers, and she sucked every thought from my brain.

Her grip on my cock tightened, her pumping increased, working me up with an ache I couldn’t ignore. I throbbed so hard it fucking hurt.

“I want to taste you,” I gasped, gripping her hair as I ripped my mouth from hers and panted. “I want to bury my face between your legs and lap up every bit of juice you make for me.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “But me first.”

“Always,” I assured.

Except I don’t think I knew her meaning. Not until she applied pressure to my chest, pushing me hard.

“Wha—?” Taken off guard, I stumbled in reverse, tripping backward with a curse of surprise until my spine bumped into a vertical wooden beam of the gazebo. With a jarred oomph, I gasped, “Fuck. What the hell?”

“Grab the railing,” she ordered breathlessly as she pushed my pants down to the tops of my thighs. “And don’t let go until I’m done.”

“Huh?” Dazed and turned on in equal parts, I shook my head, not making sense of anything until her fingers climbed up into my hair, where she grabbed two handfuls and licked the column of my throat.

“I said grab the railing.”

“Damn,” I rasped, feeling suddenly breathless. “I feel like I should be afraid right now. Do I need a safe word for this?”

“How about gazebo ?” she teased, playing along before she lowered herself to her knees in front of me.

“Holy shit,” I croaked, grabbing her hair and holding on for dear life. “Makayla? Please be very certain about this. Because I sure as hell ain’t gonna put a lot of effort into stopping you.”

I felt her look up at me. “Do you want it?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

I could feel precum beading from the end of my dick. “Fuck, yes, I want it.”

She promptly smacked my hand off her head. “Then hands off, Dugger. Or I walk.”

“Jesus. Damn. Okay.” I lifted my hands from her immediately. “Okay. My hands are off.”

“Are they gripping the railing?”

I held onto the railing on either side of me. “Yes.”

“Good boy,” she murmured and leaned in to kiss the side of my cock in reward.

If I were a dog, my tail would’ve wagged.

I definitely started to pant.

“You gonna collar and leash me next?” I teased, arching my hips out toward her, eager for more. “Make me call you mistress?”

She grabbed my hip and pushed my back against the column. “Only if you behave,” she shot back. Then her tongue came out and licked the length of me, making me go cross-eyed.

“Holy…fuck,” I groaned, loving this.

“Are you going to behave, Keene?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I choked out.

“Good boy.” She stroked my thigh as her tongue made another sweep over my dick. “Tell me what you want?”

“You,” I answered immediately. “I want your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

She took hold of it again, clutching it by the root. “Your wish has been granted.”

And I felt her breath on my length as she leaned closer.

God, I loved my life.