CHAPTER FOUR
Kace
Interstate 40 is a damn long piece of highway, and it’s like my chest gets tighter with every mile we pass. I don’t know why. I probably won’t even see her in the couple of hours I’m in Knoxville. As Stephen told me… I’ll arrive, do a dog and pony show for the press, sing my song and jet out of there. Presley hates football, so it’s doubtful she’ll be anywhere close to the stadium.
She works for some hoity-toity magazine with a stupid sounding name, after all. I doubt they’ll want the stink of a rocker smelling up their cultured pages.
That had surprised me when I’d had a weak moment and googled Presley’s name a few years ago. She’d always wanted to be a travel journalist. She wanted to travel to different places, see the world. But from what I can tell, she’s never left K-ville.
Is it because of a man?
I can’t tell because her social media pages don’t offer anything social about herself. Instead, they focus on the articles she writes, or the sun setting over the river. Maybe a flower. Things she finds beautiful. There’s rarely even a glimpse of her beautiful self.
I should have told Stephen no about coming here. Even as I’m still pissed at myself about my drunken night, I want to do it again. And again. And again. But I’m on my addiction-proof bus. I can probably slug back some mouth wash, but I won’t find anything harder than that.
Closing my eyes, I will the longing for drug and alcohol induced oblivion to fade away. Presley’s face the last time I saw her springs to my mind, and I will it away too. Leaning my chair back as far as it will go, I beg sleep to take me away from all these thoughts.
But a smiling Presley won’t go away…
The water is ice cold, even on a warm spring day. The roar of the falls as it cascades from the mountainside makes it nearly impossible to talk as it hits the surface of the waiting pool, churning the water into foam near our feet.
Presley laughs and clutches her arms around herself as she stands on the slippery rock at the base of Elrod Falls. “Brrr… it’s freezing. I don’t think I can go in there.”
Circling my arms around her waist, I press my front to her back, lowering my nose until it’s in her hair. The curls spring up to tickle my face, and I inhale deeply of the coconut shampoo she favors.
“I’ll keep you warm.”
She pushes backwards, knowing me too well to have any doubt about my next move. She squeals, backpedaling but going nowhere as I grab onto her tighter. “No! Don’t you dare. I’ll—”
Splash.
My balls feel like an icicle has just been thrust through them. My ribs contract, squeezing my lungs and making it hard to breathe.
Pushing to the surface, I find Presley’s head already sticking out of the water. Her teeth are chattering, and her lips are already blue. Okay, maybe this isn’t one of my brightest ideas.
“I-I-I h-h-hate y-y-you,” she chatters, seeming to be frozen where she floats, her hair stuck flat to her head and face.
I grab her and pull her toward me, giving her what little warmth I can offer as I swim us back toward the rocks. “No. You love me.” It’s a battle of wills to keep from chattering too, but I put all my focus on getting her out of the water, where she stands like one giant goose bump while I haul myself out.
Sweeping her up into my arms, I carry her to one of the places where the sun shines down through the trees, grabbing a towel from our pile of things.
Her teeth are still chattering a bit, but she doesn’t seem as blue when she finally decides to talk to me again. “It’s really beautiful here. So quiet and peaceful. I can’t believe we’re the only ones here.”
“I know. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.” I hope it stays that way. “Hungry?”
Presley smiles at me and nods. “Starving. I didn’t eat breakfast, remember?”
I smile back because I do indeed remember. Knowing it’s an hour and a half drive to the waterfall, and knowing I’d want us to get there when the sun was high enough to shine down through the trees, I’d woken her early. Well, if eleven o’clock is considered early. Considering we’d partied until four in the morning and then made love until six, yeah… eleven is officially early, but I’d gotten her ass up after I’d put together a picnic lunch.
Today is special.
It’s going to be one of the most special days of my life.
Grabbing the picnic basket containing enough food for ten people, I haul it over to our sunny spot on the rock. Well, where our sunny spot had been. I look up and notice all the clouds that have gathered. Shit. I’d better hurry this up.
Wine, cheese, a variety of breads and sandwich meats. Potato salad, an assortment of cut fruit, and chocolate cake for dessert.
“Wow. Impressive,” she says as I pour her a glass of wine.
I just smile and assemble our sandwiches, drinking long swallows straight from the bottle. After four years together, I know exactly what she likes.
Offering her a strawberry, I lift it to her lips and watch her watch me as she sinks her teeth into it, taking the bottle from my hands. I don’t even care because… Damn. She’s so fucking hot.
Leaning close, I lick a drop of stray juice from her bottom lip, then take its pillowy softness between my teeth… and suck.
She moans.
It amazes me that I never get tired of hearing that little sound. Never get tired of kissing these same lips. Loving the same girl. Fighting with the same girl. Making love to the same girl night after night.
I don’t.
Because I’m crazy about Presley Collins. Better still, she’s crazy about me too.
I deepen the kiss, and she opens for me immediately, letting my tongue dance with hers. I feel her breathing grow shallow and I pull her onto my lap.
Lunch forgotten, I slide my hand into the cup of the tiny triangle of cloth covering her breasts. “I like your new bikini,” I say before closing my mouth over her nipple.
She keens, arching her back for more.
My cock springs alive and she wiggles her bottom, knowing exactly what that does to me.
A twig breaks and Presley stiffens, but I don’t take my lips from her skin. After a moment, she relaxes in my arms once again as I take the other nipple, rolling it between my teeth. She stiffens again, but this time from desire.
Stroking a hand up her leg, she clamps her thighs together as I reach their juncture. “Ssshhh, it’s okay, baby. No one is here. We’re totally alone.”
In the distance, there is a rumble. Thunder. But it’s still some distance away, I estimate. Then I feel drops of water on my skin, and look up. The clouds are thicker. Darker. Lower.
My plans have just gone to shit.
Or maybe not.
Presley pulls my head back to hers just as another rumble fills the sky. Her eyes are open, the golden dots in their depths seeming to gleam at me from this close distance.
“Pres—”
“Make love to me. I’ve always imagined making love in the rain.”
My cock grows harder, tighter, almost painfully so in my trunks.
Moving to my knees, ignoring the hard rock beneath them, I push her back onto the towel. The rain grows heavier, and she closes her eyes and lifts her face to it as I move between her legs, pushing her thighs open. Pulling at the strings that hold her bikini bottom together, I watch the yellow material fall away to reveal her nearly bare pussy.
Damn. So very pretty.
Everything about her is so very pretty.
She gasps when I find her with my tongue.
I love going down on her. I love everything about it. The way she tastes. Her smell. The softness of her labia in contrast to the hard bead of her clit as I suck it into my mouth.
More than any of that, I love her reaction. The little and not so little noises she makes. The way her body wiggles and arches, how she presses herself harder into my face. I even love the way she tugs at my hair, often pulling a few strands from the roots. It only makes me harder. Only makes me want to give her more.
I’m iron hard now and want nothing more than to pound into her liquid heat. But I take my time, even as the rain comes down in sheets against my back.
Sometimes, I wonder if she knows what goes through my mind while I’m eating her out like this. Does she know how much I need it… need her? At times, I feel like a carnivore eating its prey, devouring and taking her very essence. And the sick bastard that I am, I can never get enough.
After I fuck her with my tongue, I follow with my fingers. Her clit is in my mouth while I twist and curl my knuckles against her internal walls, going straight to the rough patch I know will set her off. She likes it hard and fast. Primitive. I give it to her, feeling her growing tighter… tighter…
She explodes, her orgasm gushing out onto my hand. I nearly roar in triumph as I wipe the fluid from my neck. I shouldn’t have bothered. The rain is cleaning us both.
Crawling up her body, I push my trunks down just enough that my cock pops free. Then I’m inside her, her still spasming muscles sucking me in… hot, tight, and welcoming. I slam into her hard. Uncaring about the rock beneath us. Uncaring about the rain above us.
It’s just us.
Always just us.
Moving higher above her, I become an umbrella so she doesn’t drown from the rain pounding down on us, and I take her fast. My balls tighten even as her body clenches around my cock like a fist.
“That’s right, baby. Come again.”
She’s close. Her eyes roll back, and her mouth opens, her “come face” one I recognize and adore. I love being able to please her this way.
She comes again, crying out my name. Damn. I love my multiple orgasmic girlfriend. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and her legs clamp down on me like a vice. I don’t stop. Don’t give her time to come back down. I slam into her again, riding her hard, pushing her until she explodes once more. I feel her spray drip down my ball sack.
Or maybe it’s the rain. It doesn’t matter.
A bright white light explodes around us, followed seconds later by the rumble of thunder.
We need to go. But I need to come.
As my cock slides in and out, faster and harder, a familiar, primal feeling takes over every part of my body. I know this feeling well, intimately. My cock swells and stretches, my balls tightening, readying themselves to drive my cum as deep into her as possible.
My focus narrows down to a pinpoint, and the only thing I can see is her beneath me. As my ass and calves begin to tighten, my vision blurs, and my ears ring, my breathing growing guttural as I pass my DNA into her body.
We’ll make a baby this way one day, but not yet. We have years and years to enjoy each other first.
Completely exhausted, I drop my face into her neck, and she laughs and begins to sputter from the rain coming down into her mouth and nose. Moving until I’m her umbrella again, I grin down into her smiling face.
I take a deep breath. “Marry me.”
She blinks, and I love that I’ve taken her by surprise. Her face lights up when another strike of lightning brightens the sky.
“Kace. Are you serious?”
We’ve talked about marriage, but it’s always been in a “one day” kind of way.
Pushing back onto my knees, groaning as the rock bores into the bone, I pull her up until she’s sitting in front of me. Tucking my cock away, I dig into the pocket of my trunks and pull out the ring I’d hidden there.
“Marry me.”
She’s blinking hard now, the rain and what I know are tears streaming down her face.
“Yes.”
Such a simple word.
Rain begins to beat harder down on us, and lightning pierces through the sky, a crash of thunder quickly following. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive…” I kiss the tip of her nose. “And we have to go.”
Dressing quickly, we begin to run through the forest, sliding on the slick path. The wind picks up, causing the trees to lose branches, green leaves nearly blinding me as we hurry along.
Another crash of lightning and the air seems to sizzle with the electricity of it.
“Hurry!” I yell and reach back for Presley’s hand. When she doesn’t take it, I stop and turn. She isn’t there.
She’s gone.
Heart pounding harder now, I retrace my steps, searching the mud for her tracks.
She’s gone.
Racing back to the waterfall, I catch a glimpse of her climbing the rocks above the churning water and scream her name.
When she turns to look at me, it’s not my smiling Presley… this Presley is dead, a skull peering at me through the riot of red curls.
“You killed me. You broke me. You.”
“I’m sorry.”
She laughs.
And jumps.
Before I can blink, she disappears into the churning waters of the falls.
And I snap awake, Stephen’s hand on my shoulder.
“You okay, man?”
I don’t answer him. I just watch the next mile marker as it flies by.
Closer.
She’s closer.
And my going there is a huge mistake.