I blinked. It didn’t seem possible that after twenty-three hours of driving, I was finally driving over the South Padre bridge. I was almost delirious from the trip. My eyes blurry, my neck and shoulders on fire, my foot falling asleep off and on. But, I was here. I had made it.

I pulled out my phone to call Cole. I gripped the steering wheel with my left hand as I tapped his number on the screen and hit the speaker button. It rang four times before going to voicemail.

I stared at the phone. Sure, it was after two, but I thought he would be up. I dialed again. Voicemail.

I exhaled. At the end of the bridge, I turned left and dialed his number for the third time. He probably just needed a wakeup call. Or maybe he had softened it so he wouldn’t wake Grayson.

The island felt different. It wasn’t the heart of the summer. It was almost deserted. Quiet. I reached Cole’s voicemail again.

I slowed as the lights of the Dune Scape glowed in front of me. The vacancy sign flashed neon red. There was only place to park this huge-ass truck. I debated on how to drive into the parking lot. There was no way I could cram this thing into the tiny beach driveway.

I cut the engine and opened the door. The ocean air hit my nose and whipped over my skin. I could hear the waves pounding on the shore.

I couldn’t do much about this outfit, but I flattened the creases in my tank top and smoothed the top of my shorts.

I climbed the stairs.

I knocked on the door. “Cole. Cole, you there?” Silence.

I stopped when I saw a note taped to the door.

K—

Welcome to Texas, baby. I have a surprise for you.

—C

I peeked in the kitchen window. Where was he?

Suddenly, Cole appeared from a nearby hallway. He rushed to the door and pushed it open.

“Kaitlyn, where in the hell have you been?”

“I—”

He picked me up, his lips smothering mine. I wrapped my heels around his waist as he carried me over the threshold. His hands tangled in my hair and I groaned as his tongue lashed against mine. I wanted to tell him about my flat tire. I wanted to ask why he didn’t answer his damn phone, but all that could wait. I needed this moment with him.

His hands coasted down my sides until they gripped the edge of my tank top. He tugged it upward and tossed it on the floor. Our bodies were starving for one another. The kind of I’m-going-to-rip-every-stitch-of-clothing-off-you starving. It was primal. It was magic.

It was unbelievable being in his arms again. Kissing him, touching him, seeing him in front of me. It was almost too much.

“Grayson?” I whispered.

“Sleeping,” he growled into my neck. “In his room.”

We stumbled along the hall. The lock clicked behind us when we entered the bedroom.

“I want these off. Now,” he urged.

He yanked at my shorts until they slid past my hips.

I gasped as his eyes sharpened with hunger as he peeled the silk panties off my thighs. I reached for the button on his jeans, fighting to free his hard cock. I pushed them to the the floor as he kicked them to the side. He shirked the boxer briefs off and his giant shaft bobbed.

I moaned, realizing how much I had missed him.

Being anywhere near Cole made my body respond with unexplainable heat and electricity.

With one flick, he unclasped my bra and threaded the straps off my arms.

I threw my arms around his neck, loving the feel of his rigid body sliding against mine. I was completely exhausted, from my legs to my shoulders, but the charge growing between us gave me energy.

He kissed along my throat. His mouth was hot and firm. I relaxed under him until I felt his thumbs dig into the sensitive flesh on my hips. My eyes darted to his as he commanded my hips to rock forward. I couldn’t look away.

He spread my wet folds and pushed a finger inside me.

I hissed. “Oh God, Cole.”

His fingers moved in and out of me, sending my hips thrusting higher and higher, just like he wanted.

“I love how tight you always are. And wet.” He grinned wickedly, pumping another finger inside me. “Like a sweet little virgin,” he teased.

I felt the tight coiling in my core as my body responded to his every move. His mouth covered mine, wrapping our breaths around each other.

“I’m your virgin,” I whispered.

“Fuck, yes.”

I whimpered when he pulled his fingers from my aching pussy, gliding over my clit.

“Darlin’, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” My voice was raspy and hoarse. I looked in his eyes.

He spun me in front of the bed, pressing my hands on the mattress and prying my legs wide. It was the need that consumed us. The primal hunger from being apart too long. He couldn’t be inside me fast enough.

I was dripping wet. My clit throbbed. The walls inside twinged, waiting to be touched and soothed.

His positioned his cock at my entrance and I groaned as he sank inside me fully, thrusting every inch inside me. My hips jerked upward, shoving my ass backward.

His body was hot like molten lava as he pushed inside me. I never felt such fullness as when he rocked into me.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.

He drove deeper, sending my hips into a frenzy. All I felt was spiraling swirls of color flash in front of me as the heat circled my veins and melted into my body.

I grabbed handfuls of the comforter and tried to anchor my feet to the floor. His fingers dug into my hips as he buried himself inside me.

“Shit,” I whimpered. “Oh Cole.” I needed a pillow to muffle my cries. I panted harder.

“You feel too good,” he groaned, struggling to keep the sound down.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

“Shh,” he reminded me we weren’t alone as he delivered another toe-curling strike to my pussy. “Be quiet.”

I shook my head, knowing he was making it hard on purpose. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I wanted to feel him under my skin and in my veins.

I’d never loved anyone like this. Needed another soul.

“I can’t. More.” I breathed.

“If you want more, you have to try.”

I nodded. “Ok.”

I heard the drawer open next to the bed and looked over my shoulder. Cole held up a shiny purple box.

“Surprise number one,” he announced.

The thrusts stopped for a moment while he unwrapped the box.

“Surprise?” My eyes lit when I realized he was coating the new toy with lube. It was purple like the box. I tingled, wanting to experience this with him.

“I think we’ll come in about two seconds with this. But I want you to feel how good it can be when that tight little ass of yours is as satisfied as your pussy.”

“Oh shit,” I moaned as he pressed the purple cone to my rosebud. My eyes closed and my head reeled as he pushed it inside my ass. He wasn’t gentle or cautious. He was claiming me with new fever tonight.

“Fuck, Kaitlyn,” he growled, taking his time to fuck me with it. My legs spread wider and just as he pressed it all the way in, his cock buried itself home, sheathed inside my aching pussy. It sent me into a spiral of erotic fire.

I didn’t know being filled in two holes could coax an orgasm in five seconds, but it did. My body reacted to the plug and his cock together like a thunderstorm with no end in sight. I shook and vibrated. I clawed at the bed. I clenched and squeezed around him as my ass throbbed around the plug.

I whimpered and mewed. I didn’t think I could be quieter. I wanted to scream. I wanted to be louder than the ocean. I wanted everyone on the entire street to know how good Cole made me feel. Being fucked by him was everything.

I didn’t care as I gave myself over to Cole one wave of pleasure at a time. It was incredible.

He groaned lowly as his climax began to surge through him. He pushed us both on the bed, taking my knees to the top of the bed. He slammed himself deeper inside me.

“Ohh,” I howled as his last thrust shattered me into another orgasm.

Cole rode me hard. Diving inside me with the kind of untamed passion I’d never felt from him before. I knew I would be sore tomorrow. I’d feel traces of him every time I walked. I was raw and open, but I loved how he torched our bodies this way. I’d never felt closer to him.

He grunted, picking up the pace until his release spilled inside my walls. We panted in unison before we collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck, baby.” He kissed my bare shoulder. “That was worth waiting a few extra hours.”

He reached down, withdrawing the plug from my ass.

I moaned, missing it for a second.

“Good surprise?” he asked.

“God, yes.” I rolled on my back.

Cole lowered his mouth to my nipple, sucking lightly. He drew circles on my stomach.

“Hi.”

I laughed. “Hi, to you.” I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling complete contentment. My body was relaxed and light under him.

“So what took you so long?” he asked. “I was expecting you a long time ago. Grayson tried to wait up.”

I wasn’t sure what time it was now, but I guessed maybe after three. “Traffic, trailer problems, you know. Normal road trip delays. I’m sorry it’s so late.”

He leaned up on his elbow, his eyebrows arched.

“I was going to send out the highway patrol.”

God, I hadn’t seen enough of this body. That was the only downfall to being fucked from behind. I missed the sexy view. My fingertips traced over the lines on his chest.

“I was fine. I had a phone on me.” I cleared my throat. “Unlike some people.”

He winced. “Yeah, I lost my phone tonight.”

“It’s lost?”

His tongue flicked at my other tit, making it perk.

“Yeah. I think it’s next door at the Dunes.”

I nodded, not caring about his phone anymore. My body was back where it belonged—with him.

I had fallen so head over heels in love with this man that I had started an entirely new life fifteen hundred miles away from home. Nothing felt more perfect than this.

He held up the plug and I blushed. “This isn’t the only present I have for you.”

“There’s more?”

“Yeah, hold on.” He hopped off the bed and I admired the cut muscles flexing on his ass.

He opened the small closet and revealed a brown shopping.

“For you, darlin’.” He handed me the bag.

I pulled out white tissue paper and retrieved a long rectangular box. I gave Cole a quizzical look. He was having fun watching me with the gift. I slid the lid to the side.

“Boots.” I pulled the pair of chocolate brown boots from the box.

“Like ‘em?” he asked.

“They’re beautiful. These are my first official cowgirl boots.” I loved the intricate embroidery on the side.

“Yep. Why don’t you try them on?”

I looked at our naked bodies. “Like this?”

“Oh yeah, you are going to be the hottest cowgirl I’ve ever seen.” He kissed my neck and I giggled as he held the boots up to my feet.

He slid one boot on my pointed foot and kissed the top of my calf, before performing the same ritual with the second foot.

“Fucking sexy as hell.” He grinned.

“You think so?” I held one leg toward the ceiling and heard his deep intake of air.

He bounced on the bed, rolling on his back.

I giggled as he pulled me on top of him. “Let’s see you ride, cowgirl.”