We lay in the park, on our blanket. George wriggles around, like a baby worm. The grass is green and pretty. Luckily, it’s a nice sunny day. That is sort of unusual for Seattle, so I take it as a sign for good things to come.

“What if we were to fuck right here?” he asks, completely out of nowhere.

He turns to look around the park. There are families walking their dogs, students reading books, and the occasional couple making out. He winks. I laugh and bite my lip.

“No, we’re in a public place!” I scowl.

But then I feel his hand enter the bottom of my dress. I close my eyes for a few seconds and get lost in the feeling. Two fingers slide inside of me. I’m wet and I desperately want it.

“Don’t lie to me. Don’t pretend that you’re not a pervert,” he says. “That’s why I love you. You’re a freak like me.”

I know I’m blushing because my cheeks feel warm. I look away and catch my breath.

“A little bit,” I say.

He frowns and slides another finger in. He pulls them out and puts them in my mouth. My thighs clench and shake. I feel a warm sensation form between my legs.

“A lot a bit,” he says.

They way he keeps his eyes on me without looking away is so intense. It’s like he is thinking the dirtiest thoughts he can come up with. He slides in a fourth finger and twists it inside of me. I grab his wrist.

“Lawrence!” I gasp. “That’s one too many, I think. And George is with us!”

“What? He’s a baby. He doesn’t know. It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks. “Put a blanket over his face if you need to.”

“I am not going to put a blanket over my child’s face,” I say, laughing a little. He laughs harder. I shake my head, with a smile plastered on my face.

“You’re such a bastard,” I say.

“Yeah, we’ll I’m your bastard,” he says.

I release some pressure on his wrists and lay back. I look to my left, and then to my right. No one is paying attention. In fact, most people are going home, anyway. It’s getting late.

“It feels incredible,” I admit.

My toes curl back as he finds my g-spot. I relax more, as he moves behind me. Spooning me, he keeps massaging. My clit is throbbing. I can’t believe he’s doing this. Most of all, I can’t believe he’s back.

I can feel my wetness drip past his knuckles, and back down to his wrists. I haven’t fucked anyone in so long. Honestly, the last person was him. I wasn’t ready to try. But he does everything a man should. His thumb moves over my clit, effortlessly. He uses my wetness to rub in circular motions. Meanwhile, his other hand is around my breasts.

He kisses the back of my neck, next to my ear. Goose bumps form across my body. A shiver runs up my spin.

“I want this pussy to be mine forever,” he whispers in my ear. Then, he kisses my cheek, moving his fingers in and out.

“It’s yours,” I whisper back.

I can feel his hard cock against me. “You’re teasing me,” I say. “You’re so fucking hard right now, Lawrence.”

“I want you to imagine it inside you right now. Just imagine I’m fucking you from behind,” he says.

I close my eyes and feel the pressure build inside me. “What else are you doing to me? Tell me,” I say.

“I’ve got one hand on your tits and the other is smacking your ass hard. I want you to spit in my mouth. I want to tie you up and make you my fuck toy for life. I want to do unspeakable things to you, Jackie. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he says.

“More,” I beg.

Maybe he’s right. We’re both sexual freaks and that’s why it works so well. We’re just like each other. Good on the outside, trouble on the inside.

“My hand grips your hair and pulls back. You’re my woman. You’re in my control,” he says. “You do what I say and sit down in a chair in the middle of a room. You spread your ass out for me. Each wrist is tied to the chair. Your ankles are bound to the floor. I use you how I want. I—”

Everything that he’s saying is killing me. There’s the thrill of being in public and getting to be with the one person you thought had slipped away forever. It all just hits you in these moments. I feel my pelvis contract fast and my thighs shake.

“Oh, I’m going to cum!” I nearly shout.

He covers my mouth and whispers, “Cum for daddy.”

I scream into his palm and shake across his body. My toes dig into the grass below our blanket. A single peach from our basket rolls down the hill when I kick it over. I cum over and over, and over again. When he slides out his fingers, he grabs my cheeks to pull my face near his.

“You’re disgustingly wonderful,” he says, kissing me.

His fingers are practically dripping. “I like it when you’re dominant with me,” I say.

“You sure?” he asks. “I can tone it down if you need me to.”

I nod and kiss him again. “I’m very fucking sure,” I say. I roll over to face him. I feel his body against my palm. He’s so masculine and sexy. The perfect man.

“Shit. I’ve been waiting for a day like this for a long time,” he says.

“You know, you never really told me what you did up there the whole time you were gone,” I say.

He laughs and looks embarrassed. “It’s nothing to brag about. I mainly stayed indoors, unless I wanted to go walk around in nature for a bit. It was nice until the snow came. Then, it was obvious that I needed to go back,” he says. “I just needed to sort my shit out. That meant leaving for a bit. Of course now I regret it.”

“It sounds kind of nice,” I say. “I bet you missed playing hockey for all of those people.”

I have to admit, it’s sort of weird talking about him like this, but it’s a way to get through the pain.

He nods solemnly. “Yeah, a little bit, but that’s part of the reason why I left in the first place. I wanted to do something for myself. Anyways, I missed you more,” he says.

“You should figure out things with the league. You don’t need to act like you don’t want to play again. I know it’s a part of you,” I say.

He kisses me again. “I did miss it. I listened to every single game. I’m proud of those guys,” he says. “I guess technically my contract never ran out, so it’s possible they’d let me back on the team. Although, I don’t think it has ever happened in the history of hockey.”

I feel worried when I can see how hard this is going to be for him. I’m even more worried about our life getting uprooted because of it.

“Would we have to move?” I ask him. “Because I’ve always thought I’d stay here for awhile. You know, for at least another year.”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he says. I reach out and playfully bite his finger. “Come here,” he says, pulling me again. I close my eyes and smile. Then, I feel his hard cock against my thigh.

“Lawrence…”

“Yes?”

“Is that…?”

“Let’s go back home. I’ve got an appetite.” His smile turns serious. “Let’s see what other positions I can get you into.”