Page 209 of Finding Delaware

“You gonna tell me where we’re going?”

Huckslee smiles amusedly over at me from the driver’s seat of the Audi, squeezing my hand tightly. “Why? Don’t you trust me?”

“No.” Yes. “Not at all.” With my life.

He snorts as if reading my mind, shaking his head while he turns up the radio. “Relax and enjoy the scenery. We’ll be there soon.”

Huffing dramatically, I fold my arms and lean back in my seat, watching Maryland’s coast fly by while ‘Royal We’ by Silversun Pickups fills the silence. The Chesapeake Bay yawns in the distance, the clear, shimmering waters of the Atlantic kissing the horizon. I’ve only been here a week, and Ilove it already.

The temperatures are milder than in Utah, the summer heat taking a break every few days with lightning storms that crack open the entire sky. We’d spent some time last night laying on Huck’s balcony, letting the raindrops soak us as we kissed and held each other. It was easily the most romantic moment of my life.

Well, maybe second. The first would have to be riding Huck’s cock on his bike, parked on a secluded beach while the waves rolled in. I still can’t get over how sexy he looks in a motocross helmet. Honestly, when his NFL contract is up, I might try to persuade him to join Christian and me now that our brand is taking off, thanks to my competition results last year. Our latest show at the monster truck rally helped, too.

We partnered with Royce full-time just to keep up with the clothing production, and Salem’s getting paychecks now, so that’s a plus. So is Logan. We want to start branching into motocross gear. I’m trying to find a way to involve Xed since he hasn’t taken Matty and Hannah’s absence very well, but...more on that later.

Huck squeezes my hand again, drawing me out of my thoughts. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just you,” I smile coyly, throwing him a sideways glance, “and the sounds you made when I toyed with you last night.”

“Don’t distract me,” he groans, letting go of my hand to adjust himself. “I might drive us off a cliff, I swear.”

But I’m already distracted. Remembering how he came apart for me when I fucked him with a vibrator has my dick hard.

Reaching over the center console, I run my hands along his muscular thigh. “You know, no one’s around...the road is quiet.”

He scowls even though his eyes heat up. “Taylor, no. We already chanced getting caught on the beach.”

I push my bottom lip out, pouting while my hand climbs higher, and his eyes drop to my mouth as he shifts in his seat, widening his legs.

“Such a needy brat.”

“Only for you.” Humming triumphantly, I unbutton his pants, reaching under the hem of his briefs to pull out his thick cock. “And when I go back home, it’ll be months before I see you again. Gotta make sure my man is satisfied until then.”

I wait for the thought to drop my mood, but surprisingly... I’m alright. As much as I miss him during the season, it’s gotten easier. Come summer, he’ll be all mine, and I get him to myself. Plus, it’s only for a few more years. All these months apart hasn’t dampened our feelings for each other one bit. If anything, not seeing him every day has only heightened our insatiable need.

“Like we don’t jerk off on FaceTime nearly every night,” he laughs, moaning when I spit into my palm and stroke him.

“That’s different. Not to brag, baby, but your hand has nothing on mine.”

“Needyandcocky. It’s a wonder I put up with you.”

Releasing my seatbelt, I lay my stomach over the console, smirking up at him while I flick my tongue over his crown. “You love it.”

“I don’t know about love, but I tolerate—oh, shit, do that again.”

He bucks his hips when I take one of his balls into my mouth, gently sucking as I work his shaft. The car starts to slow, gravel crunching beneath the wheels, and he throws us into park before shoving his jeans down. “Don’t stop, Tay.”

Oh, I don’t plan on it.

Using my saliva as lube, I slip a finger inside his hole, fucking into him as he fists my hair and brings me back to his cock. I take it all the way to my throat until I’m gagging, the sound alone driving him wild. When his warm cum hits my tongue, I savor it, loving the way he pulls me up for a filthy kiss, desperate to taste himself.

I’ll never get enough of Huckslee Davis. No matter how much time or distance we spend apart, I’ll always come back for more. Out of all the addictions I’ve had in my life, his presence is the most potent. The one habit I can’t kick and I never want to try.

“Fuck, I love you,” I murmur, climbing over to straddle his lap, but he holds me back with his palms on my chest.

“Hang on, we’re here,” he grins, laughing when I cup my hard-on with a whine. “I’ll take care of that in a minute. Close your eyes.”

The idea of refusing hits me hard, but the promise of an orgasm has me throwing that thought out the window and obeying him instead. My lids sink shut, arms folded while I wait for him to straighten up his clothes.

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