Songs for Cricket by Laine, E. (best books to read in your 20s TXT) 📗

let the paper lantern fall as it may and scooped her in my arms. She let out a little squeak, which I swallowed in a searing kiss.

“Wait, let’s send off the lanterns first,” she suggested.

Though I didn’t want to, I set her on her feet. I scooped up the lighter and my lantern.

I lit the flame to burn between us. Though it wasn’t as consuming as my need for her. She was my compass. The bright star that would lead me out of the darkness.

“To us and a bright future,” she said, winking at me.

“To you and everything you are and always will be.” To me, but I didn’t add that part.

We let go and craned our heads back to watch our paper dreams lift high in the sky. I took her hand. “I have dinner.”

I unzipped the tent and held open the flap, so she could duck inside.

“It’s pretty big in here,” she said, eyes taking in everything.

It definitely was large enough for two even with me stretched out. Finn may not have been able to walk, but he was a tall guy, and so was his brother, if it had been Sawyer’s.

“Watch your head,” I said.

There was a lightweight LED lantern I’d hung from the apex of the tent.

She sat cross-legged, and I sat across from her. Between us was an insulated picnic basket that Finn swore would keep the food warm. I unzipped it, releasing the smells of fine dining.

“I can’t take credit for the food,” I said, handing her the sophisticated plates Finn suggested I use. “I wish I could take you to a fancy restaurant.”

“Stop, it doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re eating as long as I’m with you.”

Just another reason to love this girl even though I hardly deserved her. I dished out steak with fancy sauce to pour over top. There were stalks of green vegetables I didn’t too much care for by name and not even when Mrs. Farrow had cooked them for us. These, however, tasted better than they looked. The mashed potatoes, though, won the show. To top it off, I opened a bottle of wine Finn had with a corkscrew. Wine wasn’t exactly my thing, but it felt right for our first date.

“Wow, this is great,” she said, peeking into the basket.

I took her hand but not to stop her, I just wanted to touch her.

“What are you searching for?”

Her grin lit up the place. “Dessert.”

I slipped my hand in her hair to draw her close and brushed my lips over hers. At the corner of her mouth, I flicked my tongue. “You had a little something there.”

“Did I?” she asked.

“You did. Something sweet.”

“Yeah,” she said, nipping at my mouth. “What was it?”

“You.”

I couldn’t tell who shoved the basket out of the way. Slowly, we lowered to the ground with me flat on my back and her covering me.

Her shirt rode high, giving me unobstructed access to the large swath of smooth skin. My girl was a fighter, a tomboy some might say. But in this moment, she was soft and sweeter than the chocolate ganache cake that waited for us.

“I need you,” she whispered in my ear.

My fingers dug into her skin because I needed to hold us both still.

“You can’t say shit like that. I’ll never make it inside you.”

She sat up, with legs on either side of me, her bottom pressed where I was harder than stone. Her shirt came off in one fluid motion. Her hair tumbled down like a waterfall. A black frilly bra covered tight, firm breasts I wanted my mouth on a soon as possible.

I couldn’t wait and rose up to palm them.

“Off,” I demanded, letting go for the moment it took for her to comply.

She reached behind her and released the material from her skin and tossed it aside.

I used my thumb to bring her nipple to peak and put my tongue on the other, feasting on her. Those damn sexy gasps of hers with her head thrown back were almost my undoing.

“Your turn,” she said, pushing up my shirt.

I let her have her way and was surprised when her mouth sucked on my chest. A thrilling zing zipped through me. I’d never had a girl do that before, but shit, it ramped me up, and I was sure my cock would bust through my jeans.

“Shorts off,” I said.

There wasn’t a lot of room but watching her remove them had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen including porn when I was young enough to only fantasize about getting my dick wet.

Once she was bare, I couldn’t hold myself back. The memory of slipping into her tight heat was enough to get me off. Her, in front of me, was a whole other level of need.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she asked, sounding a little unsure.

Talk about sexy. “Fuck, Finley. I will. But I have to taste you first.”

I prowled forward on hands and knees, gently shoving her down the opposite way so she was flat. Hooking an arm under each of her legs, I buried my face in her pussy. Her skin smelled like sunshine and tasted like dew. She would forever be branded in my mind as summer as I made her come. This was for her because I was sure to lose myself once I was inside her.

My dick swelled as she dug her fingers in my hair, holding on for dear life as I used my tongue and fingers to pump in and out, drawing out her orgasm.

When it was over, she released me and lay limp, chest rising as she still panted. I used the moment Finley remained lost in the aftershocks to remove my pants and dig out a condom I’d brought.

“Prepared.”

I glanced down at her with a crooked smile. “Hopeful. But if you don’t—”

Her hand around my cock was answer enough.

“I have to get this on if you want me to fuck you.”

I probably shouldn’t have said fuck and maybe