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It’s terrible.
Conner doesn’t do anything more than hold me tight, give me time, and whisper how everything’s okay. That he’s got me. That I’m alright and I’m safe and…
“I love you so much, Taylor.”
My eyelids feel heavy as I lift them to look in his warm gaze. “I love you too.”
He cups my cheek and kisses me sweetly. Softly. Then he holds me until the sun goes down and the moon comes out.
Chapter 18
Conner
Just to recap here: my girl has a worshipping kink and a filthy motherfucking mouth. I repeat. Aworshippingkink and adirtymouth.
All that stuff she said about my body has gone straight to my ego. I’m never going to be fit for public again. And the way she rubbed herself on my cock and got off on me? Criminal behavior.
My tongue is sore in the best way from going down on her for so long. I’m glad she let me take my time and enjoy her like that. I know some women get all in their head about how long it takes them to climax, but trust me, I think I can speak for plenty of eaters out there when I say we don’t mind the wait.
You don’t hog down a fine meal in a minute flat. You savor it for as long as possible.
After all her crying and crashing out, Taylor’s fallen asleep on me.
Adorable.
I’m the luckiest man in the world, I’ll tell you that. She smells like lavender and whatever is in her hemp shampoo. The tent smells like sex. It’s steamy in here. I’ve got to reinforce the stakes that I accidentally knocked out earlier when I tried to make my great escape from her filthy mouth.
Her beautiful, fuckable, dirty goddamn mouth.
She’s rearranged all my planets. Tossed me into retrograde. Spilled my Milky Way. All the cosmic shit. She’s done it. I don’t even know if I’m dead or alive but either way this feels like ecstasy.
Night has fallen and the crickets are in full symphony. We’re tangled up in my blankets, and there’s a coyote howling somewhere.
Taylor lifts her head, groggily. “Hi.”
“Hi.” She fits so perfectly against me I don’t want to let her go, but that’s not my choice to make. So when she climbs off me and stretches, I bury my disappointment. “Nice nap?”
“Holy crap. How long was I out?”
“No idea.”
Time doesn’t exist when you’re camping.
“Listen to all those songs out there,” she says, unzipping the tent door. “It’s so beautiful.”
My body creaks and groans as I get up from my uncomfortable position on the ground. My left ass cheek fell asleep, and the tingles are shooting down my leg. I hobble out after her to reinforce the tent.
“Look at the moon!” she exclaims.
Taylor says that every time she sees that thing, I swear.
She tips her head back and opens her arms wide. Naked in the moonlight, she’s a vision. I love how unabashed she is. How safe she must feel to be vulnerable like this.
I’m struck stupid again by the fact that she’s let her guard down this much with me. We are so out of the friend-zone now it’s like it fell into an abyss. Got lost in the Bermuda triangle. Burned to ashes in an apocalypse.
Taylor syncs her phone to my Bluetooth speaker and puts on some tunes. My cell must have died earlier. Searching for the thing, I find it in the arm pocket of my chair and charge it with a battery.
My girl adds wood to the fire and shivers. “It’s a little chilly.”
