Page 107 of Escape

She made it all better. Everything I experienced—sex or otherwise—was simply better than it had ever been. I felt incredibly lucky to have her in my life again.

And all that I was experiencing now, all that I’d had with her over the last few weeks, made me question if I’d made a bad decision.

If I had known all those years ago that she was meant to be mine, what would I have done differently, if anything?

On the one hand, I would have wanted to save her all the physical pain and heartache she’d faced in her life. I didn’t question for one second that I’d take all of that away from her in a heartbeat if I could have.

But on the other hand, the time apart for all these years left me believing that I had a better appreciation for what Josie and I had between us now. If I never left, if I stuck around Steel Ridge after graduation, would we have wound up here all along?

I didn’t have answers to any of those questions, and without there being a thing I could do to change it, it wasn’t a surprise my thoughts returned to precisely what was happening now.

Josie was growing hungrier by the second. Her hips were moving over me faster than ever, and it was all I could do to let her have this, to give her the chance to be the one in control.

While she worked to build us both up, I did what I could to help and appreciate her. My hands never left her body—teasing, roaming, and squeezing. My mouth kissed hers, moved down her neck, and ultimately landed at her breasts. I licked her nipples, sucked them in deep, and relished the sound of Josie’s whimpers when I did.

She picked up her pace, her breathing grew ragged, and her whimpers never seemed to stop.

Josie was close.

Watching her, feeling her, and hearing her, I was just as close.

Her hands went to either side of my head, pressing into the pillow, and her eyes met mine. “I’m going to come, Huck.”

“Take it, honey. Take everything you need to get there,” I urged her, feeling myself on the verge.

She had two or three more rhythmic strokes of her hips before her movements became inconsistent.

That was my cue.

I took her hips firmly in my hands, planted the soles of my feet into the mattress, and thrust repeatedly into her.

“Oh, God, Huck. Oh, you feel so good,” she cried out.

It was building faster for me, my grunts filling the air in the room in response. And somewhere near the tail end of Josie’s orgasm, my release hit. Josie had dropped her torso down, her breasts pressed against my chest, and my arms wrapped around her to hold her close as each wave of pleasure crashed into me.

I continued to thrust into her through it, until my movements eventually slowed to a stop. And for the next several minutes, Josie and I stayed like that in the bed, attempting to catch our breath and ease ourselves down from the high.

Eventually, with her face tucked into the crook of my neck, Josie audibly sighed and said, “This has been the best morning of my life.”

A grin grew on my face. “The best of your whole life?”

She lifted her head, brought her eyes to mine, and smiled. “Waking up in the arms of a man who loves me like you do before having what we just had? Yes, Huck, this was the very best of my life.”

I brought one hand up to the side of her face, stroked my thumb tenderly along her cheek, and promised, “Well, there are two things you should know, then.”

Her brows furrowed. “What things?”

“First, I’m going to make this morning even better by making you breakfast,” I informed her.

“That sounds nice. What’s the second thing?”

I hesitated a beat, my eyes roaming over her gorgeous face. “This is the very first of many mornings to come. You’re in for a real treat if you think this is going to stop here.”

She held my stare for several silent moments. Then she mumbled, “And yet you think you’re the lucky one.”

Framing her face with my hands, I lifted my head from the pillow and kissed her on the mouth. “I am, honey. I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

Josie didn’t argue.