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As we climb higher together, our bodies slick with sweat and need, Kelly’s cries grow louder, more insistent. "Greg...I'm close," she gasps out.
Hearing her on the edge sends me reeling. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Come for me. I’m right there with you.”
With a few more thrusts, I follow her over, our climax tearing through us like a storm. I hold her tight as I flood my cum into her, my cock spasming harder than it ever has before.
Mine! This woman was made for me. It’s all that goes through my mind as I mark her with my seed.
Lying there in the aftermath, Kelly’s head on my chest and our limbs entangled, I feel a peace settle over me—a stark contrast to the chaos that usually reigns in my mind. Her fingers draw lazy circles on my skin as she plants soft kisses across my collarbone.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she murmurs against my skin.
I tighten my hold on her. "Neither have I," I confess softly. For once not afraid to acknowledge the depth of what's happening between us. This isn't just physical—this is soul-deep, transformative.
Maybe for the first time since returning home from war-ridden lands, burdened with scars seen and unseen. Here in this quiet moment with Kelly—I dare to hope for something more permanent than fleeting peace. Maybe even something like happiness.
CHAPTER
THREE
Kelly
The sea breeze tangles through my hair, salty and wild, like the thoughts racing in my head. Beside me, Greg's presence is a steady beat, his steps sinking into the sand in sync with mine. The beach is our secret hideaway, untouched and intimate, perfect for what I hope might unfold between us.
"Looks like we've got the place to ourselves," I muse, sneaking a glance at him. His intense eyes are on the horizon, but I catch the corner of his lip twitching upwards in that half-smile that always sends my heart into a fluttery dance.
"Seems so," he replies, his voice deep and smooth as the ocean itself.
We choose a spot where the beach kisses the edge of the world, and I shake out the blanket with a flourish. It floats, then settles on the sand. We ease down onto it, careful, as if the space between us is something sacred.
I can’t believe how quickly everything happened between Greg and me, but I wouldn’t change any of it. We might be polar opposites, but there’s something about the war vet that just tugs at my heart. He makes me feel seen and safe and I don’t know…
The way he felt when he was inside me…I never knew it could feel that way. No wonder people like sex.
"Perfect timing," I say, nodding toward the sun that's beginning to dip low, painting the sky in hues of fire and passion. "It's beautiful."
"Nothing compared to you," Greg murmurs, and it's cheesy, sure, but it's also so earnest that it ignites a warm glow inside me. His compliment feels like a caress.
I draw my knees up, wrapping my arms around them, while Greg stretches out beside me, our bodies forming two pieces of a puzzle that just needs a little nudge to fit together. Our fingers brush, accidental-on-purpose, and an electric charge sizzles up my arm, delicious and promising.
"Sunsets always make me feel like anything's possible," I whisper, allowing my shoulder to lean a fraction closer to his.
"Anything?" His voice is a challenge, wrapped in velvet, tempting me to close the gap between us.
"Anything." My reply is a breath, a dare, a surrender all at once.
Greg's gaze lingers on my lips, and I can almost taste the kiss that's hanging in the air between us, sweet and spicy, calling us to indulge in its promise. But we don't rush. Not yet. Because sometimes, the buildup is just as exquisite as the release.
Instead, we sit together.
The sun dips lower, painting the sky a kaleidoscope of blush and amber. It's like nature's own seduction, coaxing every hidden desire to the surface, making my skin tingle with anticipation. Greg is beside me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a weight that's about more than just air. His eyes, those intense pools reflecting the fiery horizon, lock onto the setting sun with a determination that sends a thrill through me. For a moment, he's a statue, all chiseled lines and quiet strength, a warrior gathering his courage before the battle.
Then, as if making some silent decision, Greg turns to me. The intensity in his gaze pins me in place, a raw display of nerves and need that I've never seen from him before. It's as if he's stripping himself bare, not of clothes, but of walls, and what's left is pure, unguarded Greg.
"Kelly," he breathes out, and damn, the way my name sounds on his lips should be illegal. It's husky, loaded with emotions that have no place being this exposed, this vulnerable.
My heart hammers against my ribcage, a frantic Morse code spelling out desire. I turn to meet his stare, feeling naked under the scrutiny, yet craving it all the same. My stomach flutters, a storm of butterflies set loose by his mere presence.
