you, Cole.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I interlock my fingers with hers, and we climb inside the truck. Moments later, Sarah’s moving closer to me, and before I realize what’s happening, she’s straddling me with her fingers threaded through my hair.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper as she grinds hard against me. I feel like ravenous teenagers again.
“I need you right now, Cole,” she demands, and I slip my finger under the fabric of her dress, immediately feeling her pussy.
“No panties?” My eyes widen, and I grin. “You little vixen.”
“Just takes more time to remove them,” she says before she nips and pulls my earlobe into her mouth. Sarah’s hands slide down to my pants to undo the top button, then she unzips them and pulls out my dick. I’m hard as a goddamn rock.
Moments later, I’m inside her and we’re fucking as if our lives depend on it. As she bounces on my cock, I adjust the top of her dress and take her nipple in my mouth. The windows grow foggy, and I grab her hips, slamming my dick inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans. Her hair flies in her face as she desperately cries out, begging for relief.
“I love you, Sarah,” I admit as she rides me hard. I grab her ass cheeks, and she pants out her response.
“I love you too,” she says, then groans. I place my thumb on her clit and gently rub circles. It takes no time before she rides her release, and I spill inside her.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper.
“And just think, we have three more hours until midnight,” she says, pressing her lips against mine. “Now take me to your house, and let’s make the last hours of the year count.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I say.
The mood on the way to the airport is somber, but I try to keep the conversation light because I can tell she’s upset too. It was never easy watching her leave, and this time is no different. We knew it wouldn’t be.
“I’m going to miss the fuck out of you,” I tell her as we make the final turn.
Sarah lets out a calm breath. “I know. Me too. But I’ll be back in two weeks for my interview.”
There’s a weight on my shoulders so heavy that when I pull into the drop-off area, I feel as if I can’t breathe. It brings back too many memories, and while I know it’s different now, there’s still the chance she may not get the job. Though they’d be stupid as hell not to hire her.
I park, and we sit there in silence for a few seconds.
“I love you, Sarah. I love you so damn much,” I admit, and she leans over and presses her soft ruby lips against mine.
“I love you too,” she whispers into my mouth when she pushes away.
I instantly miss her being so close. Threading my fingers through the loose strands of hair that fall in her eyes, I tuck them behind her ear.
“I’m going to get the job. I just know it,” she encourages. “Then we can make up for lost time.”
“I’m taking that as a promise, sweetheart,” I say with a smirk.
“A promise wrapped with a guarantee. And if—for some reason—I don’t, we’ll make it work. I’ve realized that what we have is so damn special that it can’t be replicated. I’m yours, Cole. Always have been and always will be,” she says, then looks down at her phone to check the time. “I should get going, even if I don’t want to.”
“I know, baby. Please travel safe and text or call me when you land,” I remind her.
“I will,” she confirms, then reaches for the handle. I grab her suitcase from the back seat of my truck and walk inside with her. When we make it to security, Sarah turns, wraps her arms around my neck, and twists her tongue with mine.
“Spending Christmas with you was the best time I’ve had in years. I love you,” she repeats. “I can’t say it enough.”
“It’s a Christmas I’ll never forget. I love you, too. This isn’t goodbye, it’s a see you again soon,” I say, brushing my lips across hers one last time.
“Not soon enough.” With a grin, she takes her suitcase, and I watch until she fades out of sight.
On the way back to my truck, I replay all the memories we’ve shared. We’ve grown so much, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is the way I feel about her.