Page 177 of Finding Delaware

“I meant what I said, Tay. There’s no one for me but you. Nobody I want but you.”

I lick my lips, still heartsick and feeling like a petty bitch. “Did you say the same thing to Greg, too?”

His forehead falls to my shoulder as he releases a ragged breath. “You’re so fucking stubborn. What must I do to make youbelieve me, baby?”

I already do. Huckslee is many things, but a liar isn’t one of them. It’s that smile afterwards that’s tearing me up.

Pressing between my shoulder blades, he pushes me forward and drops to his knees, palming my ass cheeks to spread them wide. “Stay still.”

“What are you doing?” I gasp, looking at him over my shoulder as he gazes at his release dripping out of me in rapt fascination.

“Something I’ve never done for anyone.”

Warm breath hits me first, and the minute his tongue flicks out to run over my hole, I jerk forward on reflex.

“Huck, you don’t have to–oh, fuck, goddamn.”

His tongue enters me, cutting off my words as he swirls it around, lapping at the cum he just filled me with moments ago. The act is so filthy that my cock swells again, growing heavy with each lick. My head tilts forward to rest against the wall, soft whimpers leaving my throat from the sensation of him. Gripping my length, I stroke myself lazily, still hypersensitive, and it only takes a few pumps before I’m coming again, moaning his name when I spill over.

As soon as he stands, I spin around, throwing my arms around him as I crush my lips to his, not even caring where his mouth had just been. His cock presses between us, and I wrap my hand around it, our tastes mixing on his tongue as it dances with mine, melding our very molecules until every part of him makes up every part of me. He fucks my fist, chasing his own second release. By the time we’re clean again and out of the shower, I can’t believe I ever let my insecurities make me doubt his love for me.

Because he does love me. I can feel it in the way he dries me off, careful not to rub the towel too harshly because I have sensitive skin. I can feel it in the way he dresses me in his clothes, his eyes darkening possessively at the sight of his football jersey on my body.

When he tucks me into his bed, he puts on the Sci-Fi channel because he knows how much it calms me, holding me close while I doze off until our food delivery arrives. He ordered my favorite without even asking, a smothered chili verde burrito, even though I always complain that it’s never as good as Christian’s mom’s cooking.

“We still need to talk,” he whispers against my hair when we’re curled up after eating.

I nod into his chest. “Tomorrow.”

For now, I just want this bubble of bliss—the feel of his warmth beneath me, his steady heartbeat in my ear. I want to pretend that tonight is our normal.

Because tomorrow, I’ll have to face the fact that I made a huge mistake.

The next morning, I wake up slowly to fingers trailing down my spine.

Sometime in the night, I must have gotten hot and taken off Huck’s jersey because it’s cradled in my arms under my chin. Soft blankets are coiled around my feet, a strong leg thrownover mine, and I nestle back contentedly into the warm chest against my back.

“You should check your phone,” Huck says groggily, continuing his exploration of my back. “It’s been buzzing like crazy since I plugged it in last night.”

“I was wondering where it went.” Cracking open an eye, I spot it on the nightstand and reach over to read the notifications. There are about a dozen missed calls and texts from Logan, Salem, and Christian. Guilt renders me fully awake as I type out quick responses, assuring them that I’m fine and that I’ll call them soon.

Then I steal a deep breath before facing the man I love.

His dark eyes are bright and clear, searching my face as he wraps an arm around my waist, tugging me closer. For a moment, we just gaze at one another, breathing in each other’s air. A stray curl falls over his brow, and I reach up to coil my finger around it, biting my lip.

“What happened to my shirt?”

“You threw up all over it. And Greg.”

I can’t help the smug smirk that stretches my lips. “Serves the asshole right for kissing you.”

“That asshole helped me save you last night,” Huck argues. “Crawled into your truck to unlock it so that you didn’t drown in your own puke.”

“I...” Well, shit. I really am a fucking asshole. Grabbing his hand, I raise his battered knuckles up between us. “Did you do this trying to get to me?”

He nods and brushes a thumb over the wound on my lip. “You do this when you saw me last night?”

My lack of response is enough of an answer.

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