Page 182 of Finding Delaware

“Fucking fantastic,” I rasp, sagging against him with a sleepy smile. “Five minutes, and we can go again.”

“Oh, hell no. The only thing we’re doing in five minutes is going to bed.”

A hoarse chuckle leaves my throat as I kiss his collarbone. “You’re such an old man. It’s barely ten-thirty.”

“We all can’t be pretty like you, I need my beauty sleep. Come on.” He walks us up the stairs and out of the pool naked, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“What the fuck ever. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

“Stop trying to kiss my ass.”

“But it’s such a nice ass.” I squeeze his cheeks when he sets me down in front of the shower, shaking his head with a grin before turning away.

Once we’ve washed away the chlorine off our skin—and the plug is removed from my ass—Huck leads me back out onto the deck, where he plops into a lounger in his boxers, arms open for me to crawl onto his lap. We sit like that for a long time, his fingers massaging my neck while I run mine across his abs. Silent but content. Mind empty of anything but him and this moment.

“I can see why you blacked out all those years ago,” I murmur eventually, exhausted. “After the pool, I mean. I’m completely zonked.”

He hums softly against my temple. “Breath play will do that to you. I was also on some meds back then that I think had some weird side effects.”

Jesus. And I had no clue. Shit could have gone down differently, and that fact scares the hell out of me. A world without Huckslee is a world I don’t want to be a part of.

“Is that something you’ve done often with past partners? Breath play?”

“Uh,” he coughs, cheeks turning red. “Sometimes.”

“Aw, are you blushing, Huckslee?” His scowl makes me laugh. “That’s cute. No need to be shy, baby, I’ve told you tons about my sexual history.”

He shifts uncomfortably beneath me. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Leaning down to kiss his throat, I feel his Adam’s apple bob under my lips. “Can I ask you one question?”

“Just one.”

Inhaling deeply, I pause for a moment to gather courage. “Why don’t you ever bottom?”

I’ve been dying to know since the never-have-I-ever game at the cabin but haven’t had the balls to ask.

He’s quiet for so long, I worry I’ve upset him, but then he lifts a shoulder and threads our fingers together. “I like being in control. There’s a certain power imbalance that comes with bottoming that I’ve just never been comfortable with. Growing up, I never had a lot of choice, so I’m sure it stems from that.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Nuzzling into him with a yawn, I shut my eyes. “Odd thing for me to enjoy it, though, considering my own childhood.”

“I don’t think it’s odd at all. You also didn’t get a lot of say when it came to your dad, and now you canchooseto give up choice. For a lot of people, that’s very freeing.”

Well...shit.I’ve never thought about it that way before. And yet, what he’s saying makes so much sense when I remember all of the ways I Iashed out growing up as a way tofeel some control.

“Daddy issues for the win,” I mumble, feeling his chest shake as he snorts into my hair.

“What made you ask?”

“No reason. Was just curious.”

It’s true, for the most part. Do I ever think about topping him someday? Hell fucking yeah, I do. But I also know that it’s not something he likes, and I’d never push him to do what he won’t enjoy. The dynamic between us right now is perfect as it is; I’m one hundred percent happy taking his cock in my ass for the rest of our lives if that’s what he wants.

He runs his fingers through my hair until I doze off, waking only when he leans down to kiss my lips softly.

“I love you, Taylor.”

Those words light me up, spreading warmth from my head to my toes. I’ll never get tired of hearing them.

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