Page 178 of Finding Delaware

“Why didn’t you just talk to me, Tay?” There’s pain in his voice as he gently palms my throat. “You made it clear that we can figure shit out together, but you were so quick to believe the worst...”

“I know,I know.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I cover my face and exhale into my palms. “I just...it was that smile. After everything we’ve been through, all the shit I’ve done, I never got that smile. It made me jealous. And I’ve never done this before.”

“Dated exclusively.”

“Yeah. I don’t like other men touching you. And I handled it all wrong.”

He’s silent for a moment before his fingers pry my hands away from my face, forcing me to meet his steady gaze. “Greg said he could see how different I was right after he kissed me. How much happier I’d become, and the reason is you, baby. That’s why I smiled. Because you’ve made me happier in the last few months than I’ve felt in years. I was smiling because I was thinking of you.”

Emotion clogs my throat as I shake my head. “I don’t deserve you. Sometimes I think you’re too good for me.” At the stiffening of his body, I move in quickly to press our lips together. “But I’m selfish and never want to let you go. So you’re stuck with me.”

He sighs softly into my mouth before pulling back with a severe look. “You drank last night, Taylor. Downed a whole bottle of rum.”

“It’s...” Swallowing hard, I glance away in shame. “It’s not the first time it’s happened. I struggled a lot with staying sober after my dad died and fell off the wagon a bunch. It’s whyChristian and I moved in together two years ago. Before then, I lived in my dad’s old trailer by myself. Having someone around helps me stay accountable.”

“But you work at a bar?” His brows jump up, and I laugh.

“Yeah, withChristian. Everything I do is with him. Or Salem. They keep me straight.” A snort leaves my nostrils as I grin. “Okay, maybe notstraight, but you get what I’m saying.”

He rolls his eyes but pulls me in for a deep kiss. “I’m glad they have your back like that. After the childhood you had, you deserve people in your corner.”

“But what about you?” I ask breathlessly, breaking away from his lips and fighting the urge to rut my hard cock against him. “Who’s in your corner, baby? Have you talked to Logan?”

“No, but I don’t want to talk about that.” He nuzzles into my neck, running his tongue along my tattoo like he loves to do. “Right now, we’re discussing you and how you drove out here alone without telling me.”

“As a surprise. And I wasn’t alone the whole time. I picked up a drifter at one point.”

Inhaling sharply, he rears back to grip my jaw. “You did fucking not.”

“Did so. His name was Don, he was pretty cool. Used to own a petting zoo down in Florida, but his wife took it in the divorce along with the house and kids.”

“I don’t know whether you’re joking or not.” His eyes dart between mine, and when I smile innocently, he rolls over with a growl, pulling me on top of him. “Seriously, Taylor, he could have been a serial killer!”

His thick length presses against me as I roll my hips, loving the way he feels beneath me. “In my defense, I was leftunsupervised. You can blame Christian for that. The whole thing was his idea.”

“Oh, I’ll have words with him when we get home.” He cups the back of my neck, prompting me to lean forward so that our lips collide, and then we’re moving against each other, his cock rubbing along mine as he fucks into my mouth with his tongue. We do this for a long while, panting and groaning as we kiss each other dizzy, and then Huck suddenly grips my hair roughly, yanking my head back so that his teeth graze my throat.

“Next time something like this happens, when you feel like drinking, you come talk to me,” he demands, placing his free hand over the outline on my heart. “Delaware doesn’t just apply to our texts and the track, it’s our whole fucking lives. Understand?”

“Yes.” My own palms run down the hard planes of his chest, nails scraping his nipples. “I will. I promise.”

I’ll promise anything as long as he keeps touching me like this.

Humming in approval, he releases my hair and tugs down the waistband of the sweats he dressed me in, freeing my cock. “Now fuck my face like you’re still mad at me, baby.”

And so I do.

Gripping the rungs of the headboard, I slam into his throat until I’m spilling on his tongue, leaning down so that he can kiss my cum into my mouth. It’s becoming one of my favorite things that he does. Then after, we strip ourselves bare before he grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and I sink down onto his cock, riding him while he guides me by the hips. My second release coats his chest and abs when he hits myprostate just right, and I swipe my fingers through the mess, bringing them to his lips so that he can lick them clean.

After he pumps me so full it’s dripping around his length, I collapse onto him, and he holds me while our bodies are still joined. Another favorite thing of mine that he does. Like he doesn’t want to lose our connection just yet. We lay like that for a bit, the stickiness drying between us as he rubs my back. I’m so worn out between the drive yesterday, the drinking, and the sex that I don’t even protest when he reaches over into his nightstand and produces the butt plug I’d worn on the camping trip.

“Stay still,” he murmurs as if I could even move, and he uses his arm to lift me off of him before replacing his cock with the silicone plug. “You’re going to spend the rest of the day filled with my cum, since, apparently, I need to remind you that you’re mine.”

All I can do is quietly hum and nuzzle into him, loving the possessive tone of his voice and the feel of a part of him still inside of me. I’m almost passed out again when his palm gently smacks my ass.

“Come on, baby, we need to get up and shower.”

A whine leaves my throat as I wrap myself tighter around him like an octopus. “Why? So comfy. So tired.”

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