The Last One (31 page)

“I don’t feel like fussing with it tonight.” He glanced at me sideways. “Catfish is delicious, but sometimes it feels like too much work for just that one meal.”

I sensed he was talking about more than just fish. “Yeah, I understand what you mean. I guess if you were going to be able to enjoy catfish every day for the rest of your life, the work might not seem so bad.”

“But who wants to eat catfish every day forever?” Sam’s lips twitched.

“If you found the right catfish, it might be all you ever wanted.” I was really belaboring this analogy.

“How would you know if you found the right one? If you’re fishing a lot, you’re going to catch a lot of catfish. Hard to tell which one would be good enough to only eat that fish.”

“You’d know. If you were willing to look and spend some time on it, you could tell when you found the right—catfish.”

Sam stretched an arm to wrap around me. “I think I’m tired of talking about catfish. And I’m definitely ready to stop fishing.”

I reeled in my line. “If we don’t fish, whatever will we do now?” I blinked up at him.

“I think I can figure out something.” He took my rod with his and leaned them against the cab of the truck. When he returned to the riverbank, he pulled me to my feet and tugged me close for a kiss.

His lips teased, first only touching the corners of my mouth and then sucking at my bottom lip. When I tried to angle my mouth to his, he framed my face with his hands and ran his tongue against the seam of my lips. I opened willingly, but he didn’t plunge his tongue as I expected. Instead he stroked the inside of my mouth, touching and then withdrawing until I was ready to cry with frustration.

He stopped abruptly and bent down. Before I could question him, he’d scooped me into his arms, holding me against his chest as we walked to the truck.

“The first night I saw you, I carried you from my truck to that loaner car. You’d been passed out the whole ride into town, but when I held you like this, you opened your eyes and looked up at me. I thought you might panic, but you only smiled, whispered something and touched my face.”

“I remember that, a little. I woke up the next morning with the hangover from hell, and when Laura told me what had happened, I had just a quick flash of memory—of your eyes.” I reached up to trace the lines of his cheek. “What did I say to you that night?”

Sam’s eyes shifted away from mine. “I don’t know. It was just something you mumbled.” He set me on the tailgate of the truck, and I scooted backwards while he climbed up to join me.

“Thank you for saving us that night.” I leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I don’t think I ever said that.”

Sam shook his head. “I think you did that day at Boomer’s, but I was being too much of an asshole to tell you that it was my pleasure.” He laid one finger on my lips and then ran it down in a straight line to my cleavage. He used that finger to tug one side of the neck of my shirt down, exposing a bra made of purple lace.

“Oh, baby. Where do you get these? Do you have one in every color?”

I giggled. “I guess you’ll have to keep checking to find out.” I said it without thinking, and then reality hit me hard; tonight was the last time Sam would be enjoying my bra and what it held. He frowned, and I thought he might say something, but instead he brought his lips to the stiff peak beneath the lace.

I loved the way Sam looked at my breasts and especially how he touched them. His eyes held reverence as he palmed them, lifting each one. And his fingers on my nipples drove me to the point of frenzy. He took his time, sucking and licking, using his teeth with just enough pressure to send shots of need right down to my center, making me crave more. More of everything.

“I love your breasts.” As though he’d read my mind, Sam spoke, watching his fingers bring my nipples to hard nubs. “Your eyes go hazy when I do this.” He lowered his mouth again and sucked before he caught the nipple between his teeth and rolled it. “And when I do that, it’s like your body can’t be still. You start wriggling like if I don’t take you now, you’re going to explode.”

“That’s exactly how it feels.” I took his other hand in both of mine and placed it on the breast his mouth wasn’t laving. “I think I could almost come just from watching you suck on my boobs. It makes me crazy.”

Sam made a low sound deep in his throat. “I never want to stop. I want to take you so hard tonight, so fast, but at the same time, I want to make every single touch last forever. Does that make sense?”

“Yes.” I lay back onto the pillows. “I feel the same way. I want you now, but I don’t want it to end.”

He pushed up onto his hands, staring down at me. I wanted him to tell me that it didn’t have to end, but he only brushed the hair out of my face. “I’ll make it last as long as I can. I promise.” He skimmed his fingers to my waist and rolled my shirt up. “But first, I want you naked under me.”

I sat up and peeled off my top and then reached behind my back to unhook the purple bra. Sam leaned back to watch me, his eyes hooded.

Sitting in just my skirt, I paused to let him take me in. Slowly, I brought my hands to my breasts, lifting and squeezing them. I ran my fingers over my nipples, still damp from Sam’s mouth. Pinching them, I whispered his name. “I can still feel you here. Mmmmm.”

“You’re killing me.” His voice was husky. “Take off your skirt now.”

“This?” I picked up the cloth that covered my legs. “I think I can do that.” I rose onto my knees, unbuttoned the waistband of the long cotton skirt and let it fall in a pool of material on the quilts. When Sam saw the string and lace that passed for my underwear, I thought his eyes might roll back in his head.

Holding his gaze, I slipped one hand between my legs, first touching myself over the lace and then pulling the underwear aside. Sam’s mouth dropped open, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. I wriggled the panties down to my knees, but before I could get them completely off, he had me on my back.

“I’ll finish this.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I trusted him to do it well. He slipped the underwear over my feet and tossed the panties over his shoulder.

“Sam!” I giggled. “I think you threw them into the trees.”

He shrugged as he crawled over me. “I did. And when I find them someday, I know I’ll get hard, just remembering how goddamn sexy you look, lying here naked and wet, ready for me.”

As if to make his point, he reached his hand between my legs and parted my folds with one finger. I let my knees drop to the side and arched my neck, moaning. Sam brought his mouth to my sex and circled the small bundle of nerves that craved his attention, adding more pressure with each swipe. He teased my entrance without slipping his fingers within, driving me into a frenzy of need as he brought his lips to my ear.

“Come for me now, babe. I want to make you come so many times, you can’t move. Do it now.”

He twisted his hand so that his thumb covered my clit while he finally plunged two fingers inside me. Shrieking, I bucked against his hand as pleasure burst through me, spiraling upwards, and my body pulsed around his fingers. Before I could begin to recover, Sam replaced his fingers with his mouth, but there was nothing gentle here. He speared his tongue into me, over and over, and then moved up to suck on my sensitive nub, his lips relentless. His tongue stiffened to lick me, and my body moved without my control, clutching at his hair and crying out again as another climax, more powerful than the first, gripped me.

My chest was heaving as my breath came in short pants. “God, Sam.” I fisted his shirt in my hand and pulled him up to me. “You’re wearing way too many clothes. Get rid of them.”

“Your wish.” He pulled off his shirt, and before it hit the truck bed, I had my mouth on his skin. If this was the last time I was going to be able to enjoy him, I was going to make every second count. I paused only long enough to let him shuck off his jeans.

In the moonlight, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. His skin gleamed beneath the sprinkling of soft hair on his chest, the line tapering down to his stiff cock. His legs were roped with strong muscles from years of hard farm work, and his eyes were filled with hunger.

I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.

MEGHAN’S EYES WERE LIQUID green as she stared at me. She was soft and pliant after coming twice, but I could almost feel her desire growing again. Her hand closed on my cock, stroking up and down. She squeezed the head, and I moaned, my control slipping away with every movement of her fingers.

And when she took me into her mouth, my vision tunneled.

She watched me watching her as she lowered her lips around the shaft, taking me inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue circled, and then she sucked hard as she withdrew. Her eyes never left my face, and my entire world shrunk to her mouth on my skin.

“I’m not going to last long with you doing that.”

“Mmmhmmm.” The vibration of her voice added a new dimension to Meghan’s brand of delectable torture. She lifted her mouth and stroked me with her fingers. “Why is that? Because it feels good?”

A groan was all I could manage. “You have no idea.”

“Does it make you crazy? Because that’s what I want. I want this to be the only thing you can think about. I want this to be why you live and breathe.” She brought her mouth to my cock again and moving faster, pumped her mouth up and down. “I want every part of you to burn for me. Only me.”

“I do. I am.” I dug my fingers into her thick hair. “And now I want to be inside you.”

Meghan swirled her tongue over me one more time before she raised her head and slid up to my face. “That’s good, because I need you inside me now.”

I flipped her over and brought my knees between her thighs as she parted her legs again. “You’re going to come again, and I’m going to feel it with my cock buried in you.”

Her eyes dilated until they were nearly black. “I’ll be happy to help you with that.” She guided me to her entrance as I lowered myself. Rubbing the head of my dick over her slick and swollen folds, she raised up to take me.

I didn’t need a second invitation. I slid within the tight sheath that was still pulsing from her last orgasm. “Meghan, you feel so good. So perfect.” I stroked within her, finding the spot that made her writhe even more. Balancing on one arm, I took both of her wrists in my other hand and pinioned them above her head, then brought my mouth to one tempting nipple, sucking hard.

Meghan gave a strangled cry, and her frantic movements drove me ever closer to the edge of my own release, and I plunged faster, sure and strong.

“Sam.” I opened my eyes, looking down at Meghan’s face. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she was biting her lip. “Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop. Sam—” Her voice rose, and the sound of my name on her lips, the sight of her tears, drove me to come as she rocked her hips up one more time. As my body tensed, I dropped my lips to her ear, whispering her name over and over.

It took several moments before my vision cleared and my breath came back. I fell to Meghan’s side, dropping one arm over my eyes. I wanted to hold her closer, stroke her hair, murmur little meaningless words to her. But her departure was a tangible thing, lying between us, making it harder for me to reach out, knowing that soon she wouldn’t be here.

Tonight we could connect, over and over, until the sun came up. Tonight we could play and giggle, pretend that this time would last forever. We could ignore the rest of the world and make this small clearing on the river our only reality. But it couldn’t last. When tomorrow came, as it inevitably would, she was leaving, and I’d never see her again.

Meghan’s mind must have been following the same paths as mine, because she rolled over to me, slipping one arm across my stomach and laying her head on my chest. Her face was still wet with tears, and without looking at her, I brought my hand to her cheek and swiped at the wet there.

“The first time I saw you here, at Boomer’s, I thought I’d never see you again. Which sounded like a good thing, because I was so mad. But I was wrong.”

I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see my face. “That night on the side of the road—” I began.

“Wait, which night? With Laura, or the night we ...” Her hand drifted lower to caress me.