“Do you know if there’s anything special she wants for her birthday?”
“She mentioned wanting a locket like ours. We had to put her horse down last year. I know Daddy plans to give her a new one.
“I’m going to get her a new car. When I went to look at hers after the repairs, I didn’t like the way it drove, and there was this sound it was making. I’d just feel better if she had a new one,” I reply.
“Can I help? I would like to pay for half.”
“Darlin’, you don’t have to do that. She’s going to be miffed at me for doing it in the first place. She worked hard to buy her own car the first time. She doesn’t need to be mad at us both.”
“Then allow me to buy it. If she thinks it’s just from me, she won’t be mad because I don’t know that about her as far as she knows,” she says with a bright smile.
“I’ll think about it,” I say.
I go back to eating, and we fall into a comfortable silence. My thoughts are filled with how well she fits into my life. We haven’t even had one of our squabbles.
Everything is so easy between us. I look forward to coming home each day. I used to take the long route home, and I would sit in my truck for hours at a time before going into the house.
Now, I’m out of the truck as soon as I park. I can’t get into the house fast enough. My heart nearly bursts each time I find her waiting for me with a smile.
Whatever gap has been between us has been filled with our love. I find myself thinking of her all day. I go to sleep thankful that she’s beside me and wake happy to find her in my arms.
“What has that smile on your face?” she asks as she finishes her meal and wipes her mouth with her napkin.
“You, it’s always you,” I croon.
She stands and holds her hand out. “Come dance with me.”
I rise and take her hand, leading her down to the lawn where she can see the lightshow as we dance. I also have a blanket set up for us to stargaze later.
Adele’s “Don’t You Remember” plays as we pull off our shoes to dance barefoot in the grass. I pull her close, and we begin to sway and dance. She rests her head against my chest.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly as I close my eyes and bask in the feel of her in my embrace. The night is warm but not sticky—it’s perfect with the breeze coming off the lake. As we dance, I feel the pieces of my heart coming back together.
“This is perfect,” she says as if reading my thoughts.
“It is.”
I reach for her chin and lift her face so I can take her lips. The kiss starts soft and innocent. It doesn’t take long before it turns hot and heavy.
“Trev,” she whimpers as I move my lips to her neck and palm her breasts. I dance us over to the waiting blanket and lower her to it.
She shivers and her back bows as I kiss my way between her breasts and down her stomach. I’ll never get tired of the way she feels in my hands.
“You taste so good,” I groan.
“Trev, honey, please.”
“Let me take care of you, darlin’. We don’t have to rush.”
The playlist turns to an R&B tune “Wanna Be Close” by Avant. Jess did a good job. These tracks fit the mood.
I smile into Lynn’s belly button as I unfasten her pants. Gently, I tug them down as I lick her soft skin. I take my time feasting on her as I kiss, lick, and suck my way down her leg.
Once I have her pants off, I move up the other leg giving it the same treatment. When I come face-to-face with her sweet core, I pull her legs apart and slowly run my nose through her soft, glistening lips. Then I lick at her sweetness, causing her to cry out as she writhes beneath me.
“Trev, yes.”
Looking up her body, I lock eyes with her as I continue to eat her pussy. I groan deeply. Gliding my hands up her body, I slip my palms under her top and push it over her mounds as I grab a hold of her plump flesh.
I pull at her nipples as I push my face in deeper, angling my head so get more of her into my mouth. She begins to wiggle and tries to get away. Using my hands, I pin her to the ground and feast more vigorously.
“Trevor,” she screams as she comes in my mouth.
I lap her juices up and climb her body to take her lips. She cradles me between her thighs as we work together to pull my shirt over my head. We only break the kiss long enough for me to get the shirt over my head and toss it aside.