Page 37 of Canadian Spring

“Are you sure?” His gaze bore into hers as he stilled.

She nodded. “I’m sure.”

His mouth was on hers again. She could feel his need as he claimed her. She certainly felt claimed by him.

He slid into her slick channel, inch by agonizing inch until he was fully seated. They both let out a moan and stilled.

“Fuck, babe. You feel amazing,” Dyllan’s breath fanned her neck as he held still. Her hand grazed up his spine, now slick with sweat, as he started to move. Slowly at first, thrusting in and out until she matched his rhythm, rotating her hips with every thrust.

Her eyes rolled back as he picked up her leg and wrapped it around his waist, angling her just right.

“Dyllan, I’m so close,” she panted.

“Come for me, babydoll. Just for me.” His breath was hot in her ear, growling the words as they moved in sync.

She didn’t hold back, letting go, her body arching and lifting as it flew.

Dyllan picked up his pace, eyes staring into her soul as he ground into her. Not satisfied by her position, he leaned back and threw her leg on his shoulder, kissing the inside of her ankle as he found what he was looking for. With his hands on her hips, he thrust so hard the bed shook beneath her. If he weren’t holding her down, she knew she’d go flying.

Another orgasm built within her as she watched his glorious body work her over like he did, in fact, own her. He owned every single inch of her, and she loved it.

They kept their eyes on each other as they let go, grunting and moaning as they found their release. Dyllan collapsed on top of her, kissing along the side of her neck as they caught their breaths.

Rolling off of her, he pulled her to his side. Her leg instinctively draped over his, her hand on his stomach. For the first time, she was able to look at the intricate designs that covered him. An eagle covered his whole chest, a wing on each side. She traced the dark lines of the wing closest to her, noticing that it looked as if it were taking off in flight.

“Does the eagle mean something to you?” Her voice was quiet, transfixed on his art in the darkened room.

“I got it once I got out of the military,” he started, looking at the ceiling. He pulled her closer to him, kissing the top of her head. “For all my fallen buddies. Without sounding like too much of a wuss, it’s just a reminder that they’ve gained some sort of freedom after their death.”

“That’s beautiful, Dyllan,” Skylar said, pushing herself up onto her elbow to look at him. “I’m sure they would feel honoured you did something like that for them.”

Dyllan grunted, looking away and pulling her back down.

“What about this one?” She asked, tracing a forest of trees with water running through them.

“To remind me of home,” he answered.

She could have gone through all of his tattoos one by one, asking what each one meant, but he grabbed her hand, kissing the tips of her fingers and placing it over his heart. “Ask more questions later. Now we sleep.”

“You’re bossy,” she said half-heartedly as she burrowed into him further.

“Get used to it, wife,” he said with a chuckle.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she thought she could do just that.

Chapter Twelve

Dyllan

The flight back to Abbotsford was more solemn than the ride there. Their friends mostly slept or talked quietly to themselves, thinking about returning to their real lives and surely the wedding that was coming the next weekend.

Dyllan had been placed next to Skylar on the way back, but this time he made sure to give her the aisle seat. He didn’t make a fuss about it, just worked his way to his seat first, grabbed a sweater—because the flight there had been fucking freezing—plugged in his headphones, and closed his eyes. He opened them enough to see the shock and then the smile on her face when she found him in that position before quietly plugging in her own headphones and settling in.

They’d managed to play it cool and act like nothing had happened all weekend. They sat apart in the limo ride back to the airport and even managed to avoid each other while they waited at the gate. The girls had pulled her off to do some souvenir shopping for Mandy and her kids, leaving the guys alone with their coffees and quiet.

But now that they were on the plane, and he’d had time to be still, he could feel her from the seat next to him. His body surged to reach over and feel the softness of her skin, taste her lips. Now that he’d been able to sample her, he wanted more. He needed more.

The plane hit some turbulence, dropping suddenly. Skylar yelped beside him, grabbing his hand and holding tight. Her eyes scrunched closed, her face twisted up in fear.