Eligible Receiver (Men of Fall #3)- S.R. Grey Page 0,49

a rag doll and kissing her like my life depends on it.

It just may.

Perhaps it does for her too, as she lets out a gasp, pulling back to breathe me in.

But just as quickly, she’s kissing me just as enthusiastically.

It’s exhilarating.

My soul heals as I drink her in. Becca is honeysuckles and soft woman, like in the beginning.

No, wait, she’s much more now.

She’s the woman I love more than anything in the world.

How could I have ever entertained a life without her, even if it was only for a minute?

Becca and I have so much to discuss, but it can wait.

We need this reprieve.

This is how we’ll rebuild.

Our rewrite continues, with me stopping long enough to ask, “Do you want to get out of here?”

This time, she doesn’t run.

I welcome this deviation from source material, smiling at her like a mofo.

Snickering, she says, “Let’s go to my house. It’s closer.”

Chuckling, I say, “I like the way you think.”

This rewrite is on.

As we stand, we’re met with a few disapproving stares from the folks who are close enough to have witnessed our steamy make-out session.

They’ll live.

“Guess we’re more interesting than the movie,” Becca whispers to me.

“Guess so,” I reply a little louder than necessary.

One woman scoffs, and then we get the hell out of there.

Once we’re out on the sidewalk, I nod to my SUV. “I can drive. You can just leave your car.” I glance around. “Where is it, anyway?”

“It’s in the back alley,” Becca says.

“Ah, okay. We’ll pick it up in the morning. Is that okay with you?”

Stepping over to the passenger side of the Navigator, she says, “That’s more than okay with me.”

We don’t want to separate, even if it is just to take our own vehicles to her house.

We’re together now, and together we must stay.

There is still more healing to do, healing that starts inside the Nav.

I barely have the engine running before Becca is reaching over the console, running her hand up my jean-clad leg.

Closer, closer…

Chuckling, I warn, “You better stop what you’re doing or we may not make it to your house.”

She raises a brow. “Who says we have to, Lars?”

“Christ, you’re killing me, woman.”

“Just drive,” Becca demands, moving her hand up until it’s covering my cock.

That gets me rolling.

I’ve never been so glad this little town is so tiny. Nor have I ever been as happy that the route to Becca’s house is desolate and tree-lined.

As we travel down a lonely country road, Becca rubs my dick through my jeans, making me longer and harder.

“We should stop somewhere,” she breathes, as desperate for more contact as I am.

“Where do you suggest we go?” I ask.

Hey, I’m more than game to continue this somewhere more private.

I don’t think we’re going to make it to her house.

Pointing to a break in the trees up ahead, she says, “There’s an old dirt road that leads down to a lake just up there a bit. It used to be a fishing spot, but no one ever goes there anymore. It’s overgrown and the road is in disrepair. I think we can manage, though.”

“Ah, no worries.” Patting the dash, I say confidently, “We’ll make it down that road in this.”

“I think we will, Lars,” she coos.

“And when we do…”

Leaning over to trail kisses down along my neck, she says, “I’m thinking the exact same thing.”

There Is Nowhere Else I’d Rather Be

Lars turns onto the dirt road I direct him to as darkness descends.

The old country lane is bumpy and rutted, like I told him it would be, but his vehicle handles it adeptly, just as we knew it would.

“I told you the ole Nav would come through,” he says, winking over at me.

God, he is beautiful.

And he doesn’t even know it, not really.

As we travel down the gravelly lane at a snail’s pace, thick weeds and greenery brush along the sides.

I barely notice, as I’m too anxious and excited. I guess that’s why it feels like it’s taking forever to reach the lake.

But then I see it, a silvery mirror against the nighttime sky.

I only take it in briefly, as I can’t keep my hands—or lips—off Lars.

Not that he’s stopping me.

Undoing his jeans, I slip my hand inside.

He hits the brakes and we come to a full stop. “Damn, woman.”

I look up.

It’s so pretty, the scene before us. The lake is like a picture, calm and still. There’s a big full moon up in the dark sky, a sky blanketed in a million twinkling stars.

Leaning my head on