Page 43 of Protecting Salvation

He handed it to her and lifted his glass. “To long summer days and the prettiest girl I know.”

She blushed and he grinned and she wanted to wrap this moment up and bottle it because this kind of happiness was rare and never lasted and she’d never wanted anything to last more in her life.

They painted side by side and she found out that Warren had a lot of talents but art wasn’t one of them, but he laughed a lot, his body relaxed and mind more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. Warren was the kind of man who looked out for everyone around him and asked for nothing in return, and she wanted to be the one to look out for him.

Now they were lying on the red checked blanket, the sounds of the river and nature all around them. Even the distant sounds of the main road added to the ambience of the day.

Peyton rolled to her back and rubbed a hand over her full stomach. “I’m so full, but it all looked so good I couldn’t say no.”

Warren had packed a selection of wraps, hand-cut crisps, honeycomb tiffin, Bakewell slices, and triple chocolate chip cookies. It was a lot and she’d tried all of it, which was why she was seconds away from popping the button on her denim shorts.

Warren rolled to his side, his body pressed up against her side as he looked down at her, his head resting on his hand propped on his elbow. The look in his eyes was soft as he stroked a hand over her cheek, thumbing her bottom lip. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Peyton closed her eyes soaking up the late summer sun on her skin and the sense of contentment being with this man gave her. “Pretty sure you’d be the one on the cover of Men’s Health if they knew you existed, not me.”

A growl left his lips as he pressed a kiss to her neck, making her body shiver.

“If anyone got to see you naked other than me it would cause a war because I’d fucking bury any man who looked at you, and it would be a lot because you’re breath-taking.”

“I’d say you must be blind, but….” She trailed off, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip wondering if perhaps she’d overstepped.

“Did you just make a joke about me having a brain tumour?”

She closed one eye and looked at him, trying to get a read on whether she’d fucked up but he had one hell of a poker face. “Too soon?”

His laugh burst out of him as he rolled to his back taking her with him so she ended up straddled across him.

“No, I like that you don’t treat me with kid gloves.”

“You know, if you’d said you were upset I could have found a creative way to make it up to you.” Her fingers trailed over his chest until they found the hem of his top and the firm, warm skin she loved so much.

He ran his hands over her thighs as she felt his cock thicken beneath her. “Is that a fact? Well, now that I think about it, I am a little hurt by your blatant disregard for my condition.”

Peyton rolled her lips to stop the smirk. “However can I make it better?”

She shifted, scooching lower so she was kneeling between his huge thighs, the evidence of his desire unmistakable.

“How about you put that sweet little mouth to work, sugar?”

Fuck.She fought a shiver at the way his voice deepened like he’d been smoking fifty a day for years. Popping the button on his cargo shorts, she slowly lowered the zipper, so as not to catch anything of value in the teeth and to build the tension.

“Sugar, if you don’t hurry up and put my cock in that sweet mouth I’m going to turn your ass red for teasing me.”

Peyton squeezed her legs together at his threat which was no threat at all. Watching his cock bounce against his belly as she pulled his shirt and boxers off and he lifted his ass to help her, made her mouth water. Warren had the nicest cock she’d ever seen. With a slight curve, it was long and thick, and the tip glistened with pre-cum. She placed her tongue on the head, licking him like he was her favourite lollipop before wrapping her lips around him and taking him into her mouth as far as she could. A moan left her as he wrapped his hand around her hair and bucked his hips. She loved having his dick in her mouth, watching him lose control for her was heady and addictive.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

Using one hand on his shaft she rolled his balls in the other as she took him to the back of her throat over and over. His thighs shook as he tried to remain in control but she didn’t want that, she wanted him to let go. Looking up she saw him propped on an elbow watching her and she held his gaze as she took him as far as she could, swallowing around his length and he lost it. His hand in her hair tightened and he began to fuck her mouth, chasing his release like a wild man and it was such a turn-on.

“I’m gonna come, sugar.”

Peyton moaned and kept going as he stiffened and bellowed out his release as jets of his creamy come filled her mouth. She licked and sucked, swallowing down every drop, her tongue cleaning up his cock as he eventually dragged her off him and hauled her to his lap.

He kissed her, his tongue twining with hers and not seeming to care that he could taste himself on her. “How did I get so lucky?”

Peyton leaned into him, soaking up everything about this man with a contented sigh. “No idea. You just are I guess.”

His rumbled laughter peeled through her as he kissed her one last time as big fat drops began to fall from the sky. Peyton tipped her head back and laughed as Warren stood and dove to save the paintings they’d done. She didn’t care if they were ruined, it was the memory of today that would live in her heart even if the works of art never saw the light of day.