CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

HARPER POLSEN

I don’t know what I was expecting when I agreed to meet up with Zane at the lake, but as more and more of our clothes begin to come off, it doesn’t seem to matter what I was expecting, all that matters is that I want more. All I can think of is how much I want to feel Zane inside of me again, and to be able to really, truly take our time and enjoy it.

Zane’s lips shift down from my mouth and to my neck, and I shiver against him as he nips at the sensitive spot just under my jaw, where I can feel my pulse fluttering. From there he drops to my collarbones and my breasts. I reach down between us, groping until my fingers find the hot, hard length of his cock. I can’t help but giggle breathlessly as my hand wrapping around Zane’s erection makes him moan, one of my nipples caught between his lips.

He moves from one breast to the other, worshipping me with his mouth, sucking and licking until I’m so wet I can feel my fluids along my inner thighs. I start stroking him more confidently, thinking not for the first time about how amazing it is that he was able to fit inside of me at all. I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t been with more than a few guys, and Zane makes the rest of them seem small by comparison.

“God, you’re so hot, Harper,” Zane murmurs against my skin. I gasp as I feel his fingers sliding along my folds.

“Me? You. You’re hot,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice down.

I’m only barely aware of the fact that we’re technically in a public place, but I’m aware enough not to want to increase the risk of us getting caught.

Zane finds my clit by touch and begins to rub in tight little circles around the bead of nerves, and my hips move as if they’ve got a mind of their own, twisting and bucking to his touches.

We lie there for what seems like ages, kissing and touching and teasing each other until we’re dripping with sweat, until I’m soaking wet and my fingers are slick with Zane’s pre-cum.

“Ready for me?” Zane’s breath is burning hot against my skin, and it’s like I’ve been waiting for him to ask those words for hours. He slides two fingers slowly inside of me and I grab with my free hand at his shoulder, at his back, digging my fingernails in. It feels so good and at the same time it’s not enough.

“Of course I’m ready for you, you—” I bite my tongue, struggling to keep from screaming as Zane chuckles and slides his fingers out of me. I groan in frustration.

My insides churn with anticipation as he puts on a condom. But the next moment he pushes my legs wider and I feel the tip of his cock up against my mound, rubbing me slightly before he pushes slowly, oh so slowly, inside of me. My inner muscles flex around him in a spasm, my whole body hungry to feel him completely inside of me. Zane moans against my neck in reaction. He presses forward, letting me feel every inch of him sliding into me, filling me. I almost can’t breathe. It feels even better than it did the first time.

For a second neither of us move, instead holding absolutely still, and I can feel Zane’s cock twitching inside of me. I hear the harsh breaths against my ears as he struggles for a moment to keep from losing it, and I’m right there with him. I’m not a virgin, but I never imagined it could feel this good.

“Fuck, Harper. You feel so… fucking… amazing,” Zane says, as he slowly slides almost all the way out of me and then pushes back in, somehow managing to penetrate even deeper than he did the first time, or at least it feels that way.

We start moving together, slow at first and then gradually gaining speed. I can’t help but notice that we find each other’s rhythm right away, like we’re meant for this.

“You too,” I manage to get out as Zane reaches down between our bodies and his fingers slide along my folds just above where his cock is filling me, until he reaches my clitoris and begins stroking me in counterpoint to his thrusts.

It’s almost more than I can stand. I no longer care if we might get caught. It feels too good and the tension mounting, deep down in my hips like a rubber band stretching tighter and tighter, is overwhelming any sense of propriety I might have had.

I try to hold back, but between Zane’s fingers against my clit and the feeling of him inside me and everything else, it feels like it’s only minutes before I tumble over the edge, moaning against his chest as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me, making every muscle tense and relax in spasms that only seem to get more and more intense by the moment.

Zane keeps moving, and just as my climax seems to be coming to an end, I feel his whole body tense, feel his cock twitching inside of me even harder than before, and his cock pulses and throbs as he groans, thrusting hard and fast as he hits his climax. At once my orgasm intensifies again. My walls grip him tightly as I cling to him like my life depends on it, gasping and panting for breath between moans as we both give into it.

I don’t know how long we lie there on the grass recovering. It may be minutes or hours, but I don’t care.

Eventually, Zane pulls himself up to look down at me, and I can’t help but grin up at him. I feel so good all over, warm and relaxed in a way that I almost never get to feel, with the little bit of a dull ache that I love feeling because it’s related to that bone-deep relaxation.

I want to keep enjoying this delicious hazy warmth, but I know we have to come to some kind of conclusion, especially since, as I remember, Zane has to leave for base in less than nine hours.

“We should probably talk about what’s going on between us,” I say, and I hate myself for saying it.

“Better now than before,” Zane points out.

I laugh. I have to admit he’s right about that.

“So what, what is this? Between us? Are we going to hope to meet up whenever we’re both home and fool around like this, or is there something to it?” I try not to feel anxious about what Zane might say, and I don’t know what answer I’m actually dreading more.

“You said you thought I might be able to take New York,” Zane says, speaking slowly.

“Oh?” My heart beats faster and I feel like I’m holding my breath even though I know I’m not.

“I’ve become comfortable in the army. And yeah, I know I can get married there, but I don’t like the way I see serious relationships going on in there. Everyone’s always better off once they leave the service.”

I nod. I don’t really have anything to say to this, one way or another, I don’t know enough to have an opinion. “So what are you saying, then?”

Zane goes silent for a long moment and that dread wells up in the pit of my stomach once again. “I’m saying that I think I want to be out of the army, and I think, if you feel like I do right now, maybe I could try to see if I can find something in New York.”

For a second all I can do is stare at him. Is this really Zane? Does he mean it?

“You’d leave the army for me?” I both do and don’t want to believe it.

“I’d leave the army because I can, and because I want to see where this might go,” Zane says.

“Not specifically for me, though, right?” In my mind all I can see is how terrible it would be if Zane left the army to be with me, and then things didn’t work out between us for some reason, and it would be my fault if he lost years of a good career.

“Not specifically for you, but you inspired me and that’s a fact,” Zane says. He kisses me on the lips. “I can’t let the girl next door be braver than me, can I?”

I have to laugh at that. “What are we going to tell my mom? Or your dad?”

Zane shrugs. “I think for now, we tell them nothing,” he says.

“How’s that going to work?” I raise an eyebrow at the idea.

“We’ll both be so far away from our parents that it won’t matter what we’re doing to each other until the next time there’s a big family get-together, so I think we can hide this,” Zane says.

“And then… I guess, by the time that happens, we would already know if there’s something to it.” I say.

Zane nods. “That was my thinking. By the time it’s even an issue for anyone, we can either tell them we’re together, period, or that nothing really happened, and it’s none of their business,” he says.

He kisses me again, and I can tell the difference in it. I can feel his cock starting to harden again. Now that I’m recovered from my previous orgasm I have to admit that just lying there with my body pressed up against Zane’s is enough to make me want to go again, as many times as we can before we need to be back at our parents’ homes.

“How much time do we have?” Zane chuckles.

“I think we can fit in one or two more rounds. But this time you’re on top.” He tumbles over onto the grass and maneuvers me onto him and starts kissing me again — my lips, my jaw, my neck.

“That’s fair,” I say, leaning in for a kiss.