The wind whips around Filip, chilling me slightly. I nuzzle into his back a little more, tightening my grip around his chest. He smiles at me over his shoulder. We head out of town toward Lodi. He pulls off the main highway onto a dirt path surrounded by trees. He slows to a stop when we reach a ridge that overlooks Charming. I didn't even know this place existed. When he parks the bike and turns it off, the stillness surrounds us. While I wander to the edge and look down at the familiar town below, he digs through the bags on his bike, searching for something. He pulls out his black reaper sweatshirt and a rolled up blanket.
He tosses the sweatshirt to me and I pull it on. Holding the front of the sweatshirt to my face, I inhale deeply. The smell of his cologne is enough to make me lightheaded. I smile into the fabric. He catches me and laughs a little. He comes to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and slipping them into the front pocket with mine. I lean my head back and rest it on his shoulder.
"Why are we here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. He steps away from me and walks over to the blanket he laid out. He sits down and pats the spot between his legs. I follow him and lower myself to the ground, leaning back against his chest.
"I come here when shit gets ta be too much sometimes; clear my head." He explains.
"I can see why. It's beautiful." I tell him, relaxing farther into him. He kisses the back of my head. Suddenly he pushes a black box in my hand.
"I got this for ya in Belfast. There's a long history with this." He takes the lid off and pulls out a beautiful ring. Setting the box aside he holds it out in front of us so I can see it. "In Ireland, women pass these down through generations. The legend says that the hands represent trust and friendship, the crown is for loyalty and fidelity and the heart is for love. When a young girl becomes a woman, her mother gives her this ring. 'With these hands, I give you my heart and crown it with my love.'" I've heard the quote before but my heart skips when he says it.
He hands it to me and I gaze at the intricate details. Something about his haunting voice captivates me.
"It's beautiful Filip. Thank you." I tell him staring at the ring.
I lace my fingers through his, pulling his arm around me tightly. With his free hand, he moves my hair to my shoulder, running his fingers through it languidly. All the important decisions we need to make, the life-changing conversations we need to have fade away and I forget why they hang over our heads in the first place.
I tilt my head to the side, staring at the town in the distance. After a few moments, he presses his cheek to the side of my head. The stubble on his chin tickles my ear and neck and I giggle. His face breaks into a wide grin.
"I missed that sound." He twirls a strand of my hair between his fingers.
"I missed a lot of things." I tell him, allowing myself to fully relax against him.
His mouth is close to my neck and I try to concentrate on anything else to ignore the outbreak of goose bumps it causes. He notices and places a line of kisses along my shoulder and neck. I close my eyes and stifle a moan, not wanting to give away how much I wanted this.
When I can't take anymore, I turn to face him, tucking my knees under me. He takes my hands in his and rubs his thumb across the ring.
"I'm sorry I'm a stubborn bitch." I tell him. "I asked you to choose and you did. Now I'm holding it against you. It's not fair."
"No, I never shoulda made ya wait for my decision. I knew the moment ya asked that it was you." He pulls me against his chest and I cuddle up against him, finally feeling as if I'm home.
"Let's go back." I tell him. He pulls back, looking at me with concern. "You promised me dinner."
I laugh as he stands up, pulling me up with him and into his arms.
"If I'm makin dinner, I expect dessert." He whispers near my ear. I respond by pressing my body against his. We're interrupted when my phone rings loudly. I groan and pull the phone out of my pocket. Gemma's name crosses the caller ID and I worry it might be news about Jaxson.
"Hey ma." I greet her.
"Where are you?" She asks and I hear the irritation in her voice.
"I'm with Filip. Why? Everything ok?" I ask, suddenly worried something may have happened.
"You're not coming over here?" I realize that everything is fine and she's just meddling.
"No, I'm not. I've been promised dinner and dessert." I stick my tongue out at Filip as he waits patiently for me to finish up.
"You need to be careful with your heart baby girl." She responds and I roll my eyes.
"Yes ma'am." I hang up and immediately forget about Gemma, my family and other things I've been worried about lately.
"I believe ya promised dessert." Filip leans back in his chair as I sit on the bed with my legs crossed under me.
"What'd you have in mind?" I ask as I get up to take our dishes back to the kitchen. Most everyone is wandering around the bar, waiting for our visitors. Filip follows close behind me and when he doesn't answer, I look back at him my hands immersed in the hot dish water. He stands close behind me and I lose my senses completely as his hand travels up my back. The glass in my hand slips back to the sink, shattering loudly. My instant reaction is to try and catch it. Instead, my palm slides against a jagged piece, slicing it smoothly. Blood instantly starts to pour out.
"Fuck!" I swear loudly, reaching for a nearby towel. Filip helps me wrap the towel tightly around my hand, his brows furrowed in worry.
"I didn't mean to hurt you baby. Let me see it." He moves the towel and gently inspects the injury. "I don't think you need stitches but we need to get this wrapped."
"My first aid kit's in my bag. Tara put a bunch of shit in there after my temper tantrum." He helps me back down the hall and into his room.
I flop down on the bed while he digs around in my bag, looking for the small plastic box. He pulls out several supplies. I watch him work on my hand, easily bandaging and wrapping the injury. When he's finished, I take the towel to the bathroom sink and rinse the blood out of it.
When I turn back around, I'm surprised to see him grabbing some clothes and a blanket. Before he hits the door, I stop him.
"What are you doing?" I ask, leaning against the doorway. "I thought there was dessert involved."
He drops everything he's holding and walks over to me. I smile, anticipating a kiss but instead, he picks me up and cradles me to his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck with a giggle. When he gets to the bed, he throws me down and I bounce softly on the mattress.
"Be careful." I pout at him and he laughs.
He peels his shirt off and I'm mesmerized by the sight of him. He sits down on the edge of thebed, pulling his shoes off before lying down next to me. I snuggle up next to him and sigh.
"Happy love?" He moves my hair behind my ear.
"No." I look up at him, struggling to maintain a straight face. His expression falls slightly and I can't help but laugh.
"Yer terrible. Ya know that?" He tightens his arm around me and pulls me in for a kiss.
My pent up need for him takes over as the kiss deepens. Not breaking the kiss, I throw my leg over his, straddling him. He carefully pushes the hem of my shirt up my back and over my head. I kiss him lightly on the side of his mouth, working my way to his collarbone. He moans and shifts underneath me at the contact.
Using my tongue and lips, I make a careful path down his chest, stopping to give his nipples a little attention. I almost laugh as he digs his fingers in my sides, enjoying the sensation. I continue making my way across his tight stomach, pausing above his waistline to unhook his belt and jeans. He maneuvers carefully pushing them off.
"Is that a hint?" I ask him, my voice thick with need. He just smiles, placing his hands behind his head.
I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, stroking it softly at first. He groans as I follow my hand with my tongue, licking his entire length. His hand finds the back of my head, urging me for more. I lazily run my tongue around the tip before placing my lips over him. His eyes close and he grips my hair as I take him completely into my mouth, reaching my throat.
"Christ Bree." He mutters, leaning back farther.
I suck him in harder and deeper with each thrust. He pushes his hips up to reach my mouth and I moan against his hard cock. I feel him twitch and a moment later he's pulling my hair and emptying himself down my throat. I concentrate on swallowing everything he gives me before sitting up and wiping my lips on the back of my hand.
"Dessert?" I tease him.
"Get up here ya dirty beautiful girl." His voice is throaty and sated.
I lay down next to him on my stomach and turn to face him. He leans on his elbow, hovering over me and unhooks my bra. His hand caresses my skin softly and I close my eyes while he massages the muscles, helping me completely relax.
He brushes my hair off of my back and trails kisses across my shoulders. I close my eyes, enjoying the attention. When he reaches the small of my back, I shiver and giggle a little. His hands roam down my sides to my hips. He grips my hips before pulling me over to my back.
He pulls my shorts off quickly and is visibly excited when he realizes I'm not wearing anything underneath. He lays over me, barely touching me with his body. His lips find mine in a wonderful mix of greed and longing. Our tongues and lips intertwine in a tangle of messy love. I'm dizzy before he breaks away, smiling down at me.
"Filip, I love you. I missed you." I beg him breathlessly to believe the words and feel them the way I do.
He nips and flicks his tongue over each of my breasts, spending time circling my nipple with the firm tip of his tongue. His hand massages the sensitive underside and down my stomach causing me to arch toward him with need. I raise my knees, curling my toes into my mattress. My legs spread instinctively, wanting him to relive me.
I grow impatient as he kisses a trail down the middle of my stomach, lingering in particular areas that make me giggle the most. When his lips reach my inner thigh, I squeeze my legs together against the sides of his head, holding him in place. He chuckles at my not so subtle hint before running his tongue along my slick opening. I'm practically screaming when he finally covers my clit with his soft lips.
"Oh my fucking God!" I call out, writhing against the bed.
He continues on, hungrily lapping at my pussy with a feverish pace. Soon I'm wordlessly thrashing against his mouth, pressing myself to him harder than ever before. My climax finally rolls over me, making me shake and twitch before sinking further into the soft mattress. He kisses his way back up my body, stopping only for a moment before thrusting himself deep inside me, filling me completely. He hesitates for a moment, watching my face for encouragement before slowly continuing. I raise my hips off the bed, meeting him as he slams into me over and over.
With a loud groan, we crash into each other, falling apart at the same time and unable to recover properly. The pressure of him on top of me made me relax more, coaxing me into an almost Jell-O like state. All tension and stress fall away from my body and I fall asleep laying there in a mix of limbs.