Page 156 of Finding Delaware

“He’s just so sweet and talented,” Huck sighs, and I can’t hold back anymore. Don’t even know why I tried in the first place.

With a chuckle, I softly place my mouth against his. “You gonna leave me for Posty, baby?”

Something like a purr rumbles out of his throat at the sensation of our lips brushing together, my head slowly moving from side to side. It probably feels fantastic to him right now. Shrooms aren’t as potent as psychedelics like ecstasy, but they still enhance your senses. He opens for me, and I slip my tongue inside, groaning as his cock starts to thicken against my ass. God, I’ve been needing this all day. All week. All my life.

But goddammit. Logan. And everyone else. I’m a terrible babysitter.

“We gotta get up,” I murmur in between kisses, rubbing the crease of my crack against him. “I’m supposed to make sure no one wanders into a cave, and you’re distracting me.”

“Please don’t go.” His arms crush me against his chest. “I’ve grown roots, and I can’t move. Don’t want to be here alone.”

“Huckslee, come on.” Yet I’m still moving on top of him, my own dick straining against my sweats.

“The forest has claimed me, my love. Let me be a tree. Or a weed.”

My love. Fucking hell.

“How about a sunflower.” I bite along his neck as his nails graze my back. “Like that song you like.”

You’re the sunflower.

I think your love would be too much.

Bringing my lips back to his, I kiss him deep, scooting down lower so that our cocks are rubbing against each other. My fingers tangle in his curls, his hands touching me everywhere while he moans into my mouth, and I’m about to tell him to hush when Christian’s barking laugh breaks through the lust clouding my brain.

“Hell yeah, get it,cariño!”

I snap my head up to yell at him, but my eyes find who he’s standing next to in the dark, and I freeze.

“Shit.” Wriggling out of Huck’s hold, I try to lift off of him, but his grip is tight. “Hey, let me go. We need to get up.” I can feel eyes on my face, which has now turned several shades of bright ass red. Thankfully, it’s dark, so I’m sure they can’t see it because being caught dry-humping my stepbrother with my tongue down his throat is compromising enough.

Gripping Huck’s shoulders, I try to stand when he lets out a painful yelp.

“No, Taylor!” Real fear flashes in his eyes as he fights me. “If you rip me from the ground, I’ll bleed out.”

Jesus.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Cupping his face in my palms, I search his erratic gaze, hot breaths coming quick from his heaving chest. His trip is starting to turn. “You’re alright, baby. I won’t let that happen. You can stay here.”

Footsteps draw closer, Xed’s combat boots coming into my line of sight.

“I’ve got him,” he says gently, Christian tied to his wrist by a belt. “You go get Arya. She’s up a tree, and I ain’t climbing that shit.”

“Don’t let me bleed out, Tay,” Huck whispers hoarsely, clawing at my arms, and for a second, all I can do is gaze down at him, momentarily unsettled, throat working to swallow as memories from four years ago flash before me.

“I didn’t. I won’t. Xed’s gonna keep you planted, okay? I gotta go.”

He brushes my lips with his fingers. “You’ll come back for me?”

“Always.”

Not caring about being seen anymore, I lean over to kiss him before tugging his shirt down, covering his hard-on. Since I’m still shirtless, I have nothing to hide my own, so I just awkwardly cover my junk with my hands when I stand.

“She’s over there.” Xed jerks his thumb in Arya’s direction, a calculating spark in his eyes as he studies me. “I put the others in the tent and turned on a light show with my phone. They’ll be occupied for a while.”

“Alright.” Clearing my throat, I hesitate before turning away. I really don’t want to leave Huck like this, but I don’t have a choice right now.

When I’m a few steps away, Xed calls my name, drawing my attention back.

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