Page 39 of Diamonds in the Mud

I pulled on one of the rubbers I’d purchased the previous week for just such an occasion and slid up her body. I covered her while she tangled her legs around mine.

“Before,” she said, holding still, “one last question.” I smiled and nodded. “What’s your real name?”

I hovered over her, looking deep into her dark eyes. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow in long straight lines. Her lips were plump and pink from our kisses. She looked like a woman who was already sated, yet the vibration coming from her body told me that she was still in need. “The truth is, I can’t even remember,” I said as I slid into her.

“Jameson,” she whispered as I started to move.

Yes, that felt right. The man I had once been, long ago, was nowhere to be found.

Even now, being here with her like this, I was reborn. Remade.

What I was feeling now, I’d never felt before. I was sure of it.

Her tightness wrapped around me. The taste of her on my lips. The feeling of her heated skin next to mine. Every new feeling and thought I had was like exploring the world for the first time.

We moved together, seeming to know what the other needed, wanted.

Our fingers tangled over her head as I pumped long slow strides deep inside her. When the speed quickened, our eyes locked for a moment.

There, deep inside her soft brown eyes, I could see the same things I was feeling. The same wants.

She shouted my name as I felt her convulse under me seconds before my release, one that rocked my core and shattered every hope of getting out of the small town unscathed.

I was lost. There would be no coming back from this.

I collapsed next to her, pulling her heated body up tight against my side.

We lay in the quiet, listening to the cicadas and crickets outside the cabin.

“I can’t stay,” she said after our bodies had cooled.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I can’t either.”

“Where do we go from here?” she asked, rolling over to hover over me as she rested on her elbow. Her eyes scanned my face, my chest.

“I suppose we need to make some sort of public appearance for the cause,” I suggested.

“Bayou Brews?”

I shrugged. “I work tomorrow from eight to three.”

She smiled. “I could hit the gym during my lunch break. I’ll make sure to wear something… just for you.”

I instantly thought of seeing her in one of the skimpy gym outfits most of the women wore when they worked out and felt myself grow hard again.

In one quick move, I spun us around, pinning her under me, and had her laughing.

This time, when we came together, there was no speed. Instead, laughter filled the room as we tested each other’s limits.

Her nails scraped my sides and back, no doubt leaving slight marks there. Still, when she flipped me over, I willingly went and watched in amazement and wonder as she climbed on top of me and took what she wanted from me.

This time, we jumped over the edge together. The moment our bodies cooled, we retreated to the shower, gathered our things, and dressed.

“It’s morning.” Rayne groaned softly. “I’m going to kill you if you make me do burpees,” she warned as they walked out into the early morning air. The sun was just starting to cast shadows through the thick trees.

Before she could climb into her Jeep, I pulled her back into my arms, needing to feel her once more against me. This time, when I kissed her, I allowed everything I was feeling to pour from me.

“Wow,” she said, resting her forehead against my chest.