Page 49 of Jagger

“You too,” she managed to say around panted moans and pleasurable grunts.

Pushing her back with my hand in the middle of her chest, I watched as my cock sawed in and out of her while she looked up into the night sky. I knew what she was looking at, and I lifted my eyes to the sky as both our impending orgasms grew to a fantastic crescendo.

“Lincoln,” Jackie panted, and on impulse, I grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her up to me, needing to kiss her pouty lips.

“Fuck, beautiful, I’m gonna come,” I warned and felt her walls squeeze my cock as she came.

Two more thrusts and I planted myself deep inside her, not wanting to waste a drop. Our warm breaths filled the air around us with little clouds as we basked in the afterglow of our union. But the cold inevitably slipped in, and with reluctance, I pulled out of her and helped her stand to get redressed.

Tucking myself in, I watched as she made sure everything was in place before we made a move back to the bar. As we walked back to the rear door, she smiled up at me, and I remarked, “One day, we really need to consider a bed again.”

She tugged my hand, and I stopped to look at her as she reasoned, “Beds are overrated. I prefer sharing myself with you under the stars.”

I knew wherever we went in life, wherever we lived, Jackie would always be the one to keep me grounded, making sure to keep a connection to our pasts so that we could have a future. I’d learned that we have to understand where we came from to know where we’re going, and it took my precious little warrior to show me that life could be simple and still be full.

And as long as I had her by my side, I knew the future held endless possibilities. We just had to reach for the stars and grab hold.