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"Oh God, yes, I want that."
"You come first,mo chridhe."
I hoist myself up with both arms straight, giving me better leverage for thrusting into her. Then I clasp her hand and guide it down to her folds, where the tip of her index finger grazes her wetness. "Rub yerself, lass. Make yerself come."
She slips her fingers between those slick, hot folds and begins to massage her clit. "Errol, please, don't stop fucking me."
"Cannae stop." The pressure in myslatgrows every second, and I feel an electrical surge ramping up inside me, like a transformer about to explode. So I fuck her harder and faster, grunting and gritting my teeth while I struggle not to come before she does. "Rub harder, lass. Comenow."
She rubs herself furiously. Even when her body tenses up, frozen in the moment before climax, her finger keeps moving at a frenzied pace.
Then a strangled cry bursts out of her.
All the muscles inside her clamp around my cock in a pulsating rhythm that shatters my self-control. I throw my head back and roar like a wild animal, coming inside her so hard and fast that I cannae move a muscle. When it finally subsides, I drop onto the ground beside her, sprawled on my back and breathing hard.
I can't do anything except gaze up at the sky.
Until a stupid thing comes out of my mouth. "These aren't actually the same stars that shined at the beginning of time. Precession makes all the stars shift gradually over the eons."
Ashley sits up and slaps my chest.
Oh aye, I deserve that.
Chapter Twenty
Ashley
That's the first thing Errol says after we just had fantastically hot and romantic sex on the shores of the Colorado River on a beautiful, starry night? He needed to point out that I was wrong because precession moves the stars. I knew that. But come on, when I said we could make love under the same stars that have shined since the beginning of time, that wasn't meant as a literal statement. It was supposed to be romantic.
Why did I slap his chest? I'm not angry. Well, okay, maybe a little. But mostly, I feel disappointed because the moment is ruined.
Errol sits up and turns toward me. "I'm sorry, Ashley. Donnae know why I said that."
"You must have some idea why."
He rubs his neck, wincing slightly. "I suppose I might have, ah, gotten anxious."
"Aren't people supposed to do that before they get naked? Post-sex anxiety isn't a thing as far as I know."
"Can't a man get anxious whenever he bloody well feels like it?"
I wriggle to get cross-legged, facing him. "You're right, sorry. I guess I'm a little anxious because you got anxious. Sex is usually relaxing, right?"
"Aye. And I did feel very relaxed."
"So why did you feel the need to correct me on what the stars do?"
He shrugs one shoulder. "Maybe I'm, ah, not entirely sure you want to be with me and not Munro or some other bloke who might come along."
"You think I would have sex with you when I really want Munro? If I were hot for him, I'd have dragged him into the river instead of you."
"Aye, of course ye would." Errol sighs, and his shoulders flag. "I've never had a serious girlfriend, so I guess I don't know how to handle that. Of course, we haven't talked about whether we want a relationship with each other. I shouldn't assume—"
"I want to be with you, Errol. You don't need to worry about that." I wriggle to get even closer to him and sling my arms around his neck. "You are the only man I want to get naked with. I like Munro, but as a friend."
"Oh. That's…good." He makes a pained face. "You must think I'm a bloody moron."
"Not at all." I grasp his face and kiss him. "You're just a typical man who doesn't understand his own feelings."
