“Believe me, I want nothing more than to take you right here and now,” I said. “But it’s too risky with Liam so close. I want to take you every day for the rest of our lives, and I won’t risk it for this one time, as good as it would be.”
The mist that’d descended over Isabella’s eyes dissipated.
She looked away from me.
How would she react? I wondered. With anger? With dismay? With denial?
When she turned back, she wore a cheeky grin.
“Who says I would even let you enjoy me every day?”
I chuckled and ground my hard cock against her and enjoyed it when she gasped.
“This does.”
I pecked her on the lips and, hesitantly, climbed off her.
I let out a breath, my cock still ram-rod hard.
I ran my eyes over her sumptuous body and couldn’t believe I actually had the strength to turn her down.
But I meant what I said to her.
As good as this one time might be, it didn’t compare to the thousands of times in the future.
I clung to that belief like a liferaft and hoped I wasn’t making a big mistake.
“Let’s get this over with,” I said.
“Aren’t you going to wait until you… relax?”
Her eyes flicked down to my groin.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “The ice-cold water will take care of that.”
I stepped from the pick-up and onto the muddy lakeside.
The lake’s surface was still and calm, nothing like that night I crashlanded.
I imagined the ship now, sailing through the sky, a plume of thick smoke spewing out the back as it screamed toward the road where my love was innocently driving home…
Thank God I managed to swerve and avoid her at the last moment.
She squeezed my hand and smiled at me nervously.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
No, but what other choice did I have if I wanted to keep her safe?
I pulled her toward me and buried my tongue in her throat.
Initially taken by surprise, she responded in kind, her hand reaching down to the front of my pants and seizing me through the fabric.
“Are you sure you don’t want a taste before heading down there?” she said.
She was such a tease.
I grasped a boob in one hand and gently rubbed her pussy with the other.
She didn’t flinch or shy back.
She just stared me right in the eye.
“I’m all yours.”
I growled audibly and pressed my lips to hers once more.
I wrapped her in my arms and reached down to firmly grab her ass.
She smacked my ass and I did the same to her.
She spanked me harder while I squeezed her firmly.
“Don’t take too long, will you?” she whispered.
I almost tossed her over my shoulder and carried her toward the pickup’s cab and had my way with her right then and there.
I knew she would only encourage me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I said.
“No, but I’ll try my best,” she said with a wink.
She slid her hands under my jacket and shoved it off.
She put it on over her shoulders and did the same with my shirt and pants, taking her time to nibble at the hard bulge in the front.
Leaving her at the side of the lake while I entered the freezing cold water was the hardest thing imaginable.
But I did it.
I waded into the shallows, the freezing temperature stabbing at me like a set of steak knives.
A storm of goosebumps razed my flesh and made me shiver.
The water reached my waist and my breath hitched in my throat.
I turned around to look at Isabella, who waved from the shore, a look of concern etched on her face.
I took a deep breath and submerged myself entirely in the water.
Even though I was expecting the sudden drop in temperature, my body was shocked.
I took a few deep breaths to expand my lungs and warm them up for the potentially suicidal dive I was preparing myself for.
I took one last gulp, glanced at Isabella standing on the shore, and dived into the water.
It surrounded me and attacked me, sharp and painful.
My muscles were slow to react to my commands, but eventually, they did.
I pulled myself through the water one yard at a time, heading toward that deep darkness where the wreckage of my ship lay.
My old life lay in wait too.
I was consumed by darkness, all signs of life wiped clean the same way my memories had been that day I smashed into the lake.
I headed deeper, my thoughts always returning to the same image:
Isabella and her lips kissing mine, giving in to me, her supple and soft body aching and ready for me to take advantage of.
It was the only warmth I had to cling to as I dove further into that infinite darkness.
Isabella
I knew I shouldn’t have let him go under the water.
I knew we should have taken off from this place and kept running.
Maybe, if we got very lucky, Liam would stop chasing us, and accept he would never catch us.
But I knew it was all a pipe dream.
Eventually, he would catch us.
My pop’s old pick-up couldn’t keep running forever.
It was on its last legs as it was.
And I didn’t have a ton of cash we could live off for that long either.
The truth was, Clint had no choice but to head into the depths to reclaim his ship.
I only wished he didn’t have to do it.
But sometimes you had to do things you didn’t want.
The mud sucked at my boots as I paced back and forth.
I carved out a deep furrow, slipped, and almost fell face-first in the muck several times.
I shifted lane and started work on churning up a new furrow in the thin grassy verge.
I heard a noise.
I spun toward the water’s surface.
I searched for a sputtered figure but was discouraged when I saw nothing.
It wasn’t Clint but a bird flapping its wings in the foliage.
The mind can make any sound seem like a burst of spray from a lake’s surface when it wanted to.
And my mind sure wanted to.
I feared I wouldn’t see Clint again.
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