Series: Love Duet #2
“With love, there are no goodbyes.”
The heart-wrenching words of Ryan Madewell’s beloved late wife. It’s been almost five years since Allee died, but Ryan, now a successful writer, hasn’t been able to move on. Passing in and out of the stages of grief, he’s been unable to find a woman who can mend his broken heart. Someone new to love and cherish.
Until he meets Willow Rosenthal, a fiery, spirited former ballerina, who awakens in him feelings of lust and passion he thought he’d never experience again. Allee, in her dying letter, urged Ryan to move on…to live his life and find another woman to make him feel alive again. And finally he has.
Just when Ryan thinks he can let go and love again, Willow’s demons from the past resurface and threaten to end their relationship. Ryan must fight for what he deserves. Will his heart once again be shredded to pieces or will he finally get his happily ever after?
NOTE: While Endless Love can be read as a standalone, it is recommended you read Undying Love first, which is FREE! at all retailers.
“Yeah. It’s been here forever. It dates back to the forties. My grandpa installed it. I spent a lot of my childhood on it. Want to go for a ride?”
A few moments later, we were on the swing. Our entwined fingers gripping the ropes. Willow straddled on my lap facing me. Anchored on my cock. Pumping rhythmically with her long, supple legs. As forcefully as mine. Her face, her breath, her smile in mine. Her flaming red hair blowing in the warm wind with each pump. And with each pump, my cock growing harder. Her body arching back. Her eyes looking up to the sky. My head tilting to follow her gaze. The tree’s leafy green boughs shrouding us like curtains. My cock thickening with each pump. Each pump more powerful. To make us go higher. Higher and higher. Shooting into the sky.
I was getting a high in more ways than one. So turned on, I wanted to stop the swing, zip down my fly, and make love to her. Hold her in my arms. Let her ride me. Give the birds and bees a show.
“Look at me,” I shouted out to her on the next exhilarating pump. As my long legs straightened taking us sky-high, her radiant face met mine, her green eyes holding me fiercely, an inviting, wicked smile on her face. She was beautiful. A temptation. As the wind captured her hair, I leaned in to her and captured her lips. It wasn’t premeditated; just pure savage need. Something I couldn’t help.
Without slowing down the momentum of the swing, our lips stayed locked. I nibbled and gnawed on them, then consumed her mouth. My tongue darted inside and tangled with hers. Just like the dancer she was, her tongue whirled gracefully and purposefully with mine. Blood rushed to my cock. She tasted delicious. So sweet. So good. As I deepened the kiss, her moans mingled with the sounds of nature. The chirps. The breeze. The rustling leaves. Without losing contact with her mouth, I stopped pumping my legs and the swing slowed down. As it came to a near halt, I touched down my feet to the ground and jumped off with Willow’s legs wrapped around my hips and her hands cupping my face, still devouring my mouth. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Briefly, she broke away, her breathing frantic. “Fuck me, Ryan. Please fuck me.”
Jesus. As much as I wanted her, she wanted me more. She was begging me. My desperate cock was throbbing. It was time to give her what she wanted. What I wanted too.