Page 82 of Mountain Pine
After loading everything in one of my dad’s work trucks, decorating my tent for the festival, and grabbing a bite to eat afterwards, I text Conner.
Me: What are you doing?
Hetakes a couple minutes to text back.
Conner: It’s always WYD and never Come over and eat my pussy like a good boy.
My cheeks are on fire.
Me: Are you a good boy?
Conner: I’ll be anything you want me to be, baby.
Wow. That’s… yeah. I really love this for me.
Grace and I are at the café in town, treating ourselves to something sweet for having made the cutest booth for the festival. She sits across from me sipping an iced chai, checking her phone when her smile cuts clean across her face.
“What are you cheesing for over there?”
She shows me Dean’s latest thirst trap online. “He’s on fire.”
Dean went viral a while back and between his lumbersnack thirst traps and couples’ content with Grace, the man is making bank. He even has sponsors now, which is wild.
Out of curiosity, I pull up Conner’s account. He’s posted three times since I last looked, and each one has over a million views already.
Pride swirls in my belly about it. I never thought I’d be okay with other girls ogling my man, but honestly, I’m so used to it with Conner, it’s just second nature. I like them watching. I like that they want him.
Especially since they can’t ever have him and I can.
I’m the only woman he’s ever loved. The only one he’s ever wanted.Look all you want ladies and gentlemen, because my man is super hot and devoted to meeeee.
I need to perfect an evil laugh.
Two loops of his newestvideo, and I’m sucked into watching it on repeat, drool pouring out of my mouth, when my phone rings.
It’s Conner.
The interruption startles me as if I just got caught doing something naughty. “Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
There’s silence and I tap the screen, closing the app with his thirst trap on repeat. Clearing my throat I wait and wait.
“We’re heading—”
“Are you—”
We both talk at the same time, stop at the same time, laugh at the same time.
“Your first.”
“Go ahead.”
Again, we say at the same time.
“Taylor. Talk.”
