The school is a small building, in the center of greenery.
There are boards at every window, graffiti sprayed in technicolor, creating words and pictures over them.
The wild has begun to take back the land. Weeds and moss crawl up the walls like a virus.
“This isn’t what I had in mind,” I cringe at Max who’s broken the lock on the gate and is pushing it open with a nail-biting screech.
“It looks like shit but they didn’t drain the pool and some locals hooked up a generator to keep the pumps going and the lights on. Trust me.”
He grins and my stomach flips over in response.
This is going to hurt me.
He’s going to hurt me because I already can’t bear to think about leaving him, but I know I can’t stay here in this town.
There’s nothing here for me but more darkness, more confusion, more pain.
Walking across broken pathways and around the main building there are some smaller structures.
My breath hitches.
Lights shine from a classroom window above a door and I can already see the shimmering of the water reflecting out of the cracks.
“Why do people bolt the gate if this is here?” I breathe as he pushes the door open and steps inside.
Chlorine assaults my nose and sticks in the back of my throat.
“Just to try and deter teenagers from coming in and ruining the place.”
The water moves like it’s dancing to unheard music.
Tiles adorn the entire floor that borders the stretch of water, expanding at least forty feet.
Stripping off all my clothes, I push the pile of fabric back against the wall and dive straight into the blue depths.
The weight of the water pushing against my body brings a peace and calm to my mind.
Moving my arms, I glide through the water like I was created to live within it.
I swim the full length before breaking the surface and gobbling down some air to relieve the burning in my lungs.
Biting my lip, I offer Max the biggest grin. “This is perfect.”
His face mimics mine. “Yes, it is.”
Splashing at the water, I tease him. “Come get wet with me.”
His hearty chuckle echoes through the room, bouncing off the walls and hitting me straight in the groin.
Taking his t-shirt in his grip at the back of his neck, he lifts the material from his body in one swift movement, dropping it to the floor and thrusting it towards my pile.
Kicking each boot from his feet, he unbuckles his belt and jeans and slips them down his legs.
“I hope the Wilsons don’t decide to come for a swim,” he jests once he’s standing stark naked.
I want to ask who the Wilsons are but my lips can’t form words.
His heavy cock hangs semi-hard, jutting out from his hips, the muscle down his abdomen a pointing arrow right to his dick.
Strong, generous thighs hold up his mammoth frame.
He’s extraordinary to look at, built in a way I’ve only seen in movies.
“Do you work out?” I find myself asking, breathless, a mischievous simper etched on my lips.
His lashes flutter, his eyes sizing me up as the corners of his lips curl and a hot flush creeps up my skin.
“I do a lot of yard work for people and try to be active when possible.”
Well, damn. If yard work can create muscles like that, every man should get out and dig the shit out of their gardens.
I’m so busy gaping at him and fucking him senseless in my mind that the splash of water and him disappearing below the surface shakes me.
His distorted form slinks towards me. Reaching out, his hand wraps around my ankle, pulling me under and wrapping me in his arms.
We break the surface together, giggling like teenagers without a care in the world.
The clear drops ping from his lashes, his whole face lighting up as we lock eyes.
I’m caught in his headlights and can’t move, can’t breathe.
This nervous, exciting energy zaps through me.
The essence of desire heats between my legs, and even though I’m balancing on a knife-edge right now, I advance on him.
My lips brush over his, the cold beads of water bursting over our joined mouths.
Pulling away, I stare at him, waiting for a signal that he wants this too.
A vein pops out in his neck, the pulse pumping fast.
Lust and something unreadable crosses his features before his hands tighten around my back, pulling me further into him.
His head rests against my forehead, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Evi,” he whispers.
Drawing my lower lip between my teeth, I bite down to prevent myself from saying anything that may break our spell.
“Are you going to leave me and go back to Ian?” he asks, clenching his jaw.
I know he means Garret and that he knows it’s Garret not Ian, but I don’t correct him.
I don’t know what I’m going to do.
I’m stumbling through life right now, trying to find something solid and stable to cling on to.
I never imagined in all the darkness and horror of my past I’d find a crack of light bleeding in.
Max is the most breath-taking soul I’ve ever been in the company of.
The raw need inside him to take care of me, the way he looks at me; it’s not just two adults wanting each other, it’s so much more.
It’s like we’ve been waiting and searching for each other’s souls this whole time.
I’d never felt complete because I wasn’t.
I know it’s not normal to feel this way about a person so soon but I’m not normal, my life isn’t normal.
Can two souls love each other before ever meeting?
Can they wade through the dusk to bathe in the dawn together?
“Do you believe in soulmates, Evi?” he asks, as if reading my thoughts.
He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead he keeps speaking in soft tones that stroke over me like a lover’s touch.
“My soul has known yours before we were put here on Earth and it will love you long after we leave it. Whether you stay with me or leave me to go back to your life, I’ll find you again. I promise.
I’ll hold on tighter and love you harder than any pain you’ve ever felt. All you’ll ever feel is me loving you, showing you that in chaos where our souls grew, wild flowers flourish.
We’re the wild flowers, Evi.
Unpredictable, untamable, and unstoppable.
I know you don’t remember us and we were kids back then, but our bond was forged so long ago that it can never be broken. I know you feel it.”
I do.
Crushing my lips over his, I writhe my naked flesh against the wet planes of his body, desperate to get closer, to lose myself to him, soar in his bliss until there’s no coming down from him.
Hands explore until all caution is lost and we’re bucking against each other, hungry with need so intense the water appears to heat from our burning friction.
All the strings keeping us restrained snap and fall around us like the embers from fireworks, igniting in our minds cracking and popping in an array of colors.
My legs wrap tightly around his waist, feeling the bulging head of his cock prodding and searching for entry.
We’re moving, his body pushing us through the water, and the liquid glides around our bodies until my back hits the edge of the pool and Max’s large hands drop to my waist, lifting me until my butt sits on the edge.
My legs part either side of Max’s head, droplets bead and fall down his perfect face, heat blazing in his stare triggering a rapturous burn in my pussy so severe I moan and rub my hand there.
Moving my fingers away, he wraps his arms around my thighs and tugs me to his face, his lips fluttering over my needy opening, dipping his plump, hot tongue deep inside before bringing it up to tantalize my clit.
Leaning back on my hands, my hips rotate and writhe against his face, the small sprinkling of growth he has on his cheeks creating a magnificent chafe against the supple skin there.
Arching my back I push myself harder against his tongue.
He’s feasting on me like I’m his last meal before a lethal injection. Savoring, devouring, agonizingly teasing until my dam breaks, my body pulls taut, and my knees close against his head, trapping him and prolonging the harmonious climax.
My skin is feverish and my heart is chasing the blood through my veins as I spasm violently before returning to a simmer.
“You’re everything I see when I close my eyes,” he confesses.
“So damn fragile in the height of pleasure. I want to see you release like that every day.”
Me too.
My pussy throbs, the fluids inside trickling out from my orgasm.
I didn’t know women could come until I saw it once in a porno film.
Pulling himself from the water, his arms tighten and flex, the veins popping from the skin and making me groan.
What is it about those freaking veins in a man’s forearms?
I scoot backwards to give him room to maneuver himself between my now fully extended legs.
His attention on the ruby slit he just had his mouth all over causes my nipples to harden even more, wanting the same attention.
With just a look, it feels like he has his hands and tongue all over my body, sending pleasure shivers racing through my blood stream.
His heavy presence leans over me, barely touching but feeling everywhere.
His hard cock slaps against my thigh and my pussy throbs, needy and hungry, wanting to gobble it up.
Teasing me with his lips, he places feather light kisses over my face and then bites my shoulder, tasting my flesh, his hands cupping and squeezing my tits in his grip, the thumb flicking over the peaking buds.
My head spins with filthy need and I almost beg him to put his cock inside me but he anticipates my need and drops his hand between my thighs, pushing two fingers through the folds until they disappear inside me. Reason, thought, everything but pure passion seeps out of me through my pores, leaving me a fiery flame, sizzling and hissing.
My lips pucker and I moan as I grip onto his arm and ride his fingers, enthusiastic and wanton.
His breathing burns over my skin, his eyes boring into mine, riding the wave with me.
My pussy contracts and grips onto him as my lungs seize and my toes curl.
Every muscle constricts and sparklers glow behind my eyelids as a ripple of pleasure pulses through me.
“Yeah, let me have it all.” Max groans, moving his fingers from inside me and nudging my thighs with his knee, prying my knees to part, his hard dick pushing against the swollen entry, forcing himself inside.
Reaching up, I cling to his body, pulling his lips down to mine.
Thrusting his hips forward, he enters me farther and farther until we become one person and melt into each other.
Our hearts thud frenziedly against each other’s until we’re just one pulse.
Strong strokes of his palms embracing over my body, lifting and caressing, turning us until I’m on top of him, his back to the floor with me sitting over his hips, his cock penetrates so deep I call out in rapturous desire.
His hands grip my hips to the point of pain, and it’s delectable.
We move in unison, a dance between two souls seeking the sweet release into blissful eruption.
My movements increase with our panting and I drop my fingers between my legs to massage the needy bud there until we both topple over the edge of insanity and come together.