Page 195 of Finding Delaware

“Mm-hmm.”

The bed shifts as he moves closer, running a hand over my jaw while he nips at my earlobe. “Did this research include watching gay porn?”

“Uh...” Shit. “I plead the fifth?”

He snorts, shaking his head as he moves to his feet. “You know, if you ever have any questions or want to try something, you can just ask me, right?”

“Really?” Lifting up onto my elbows, I watch him slide on his underwear and jeans. “Anything?”

That makes him pause, and he crawls on top of me. “Anything, baby. There’s no judgment here. If it’s something I don’t know a lot about, we’ll look into it together.”

“Oh. Okay.” I bite my lip, searching his open expression, words on my tongue I’m dying to speak but too worried to say out loud. He notices my apprehension because, of course, he does and leans down to brush his lips against mine.

“Just say it, Taylor. Whatever it is you’re thinking so hard about, let it out.”

“I want to fuck you.” The words tumble out in a breathless rush, and when he goes still above me, I turn my head into the mattress, losing my nerve. “I-I mean, I know it’s not something you’re into, and I’d never...never force you to do something you don’t like, Huck. I just... I’m really attracted to you, and your ass is so damn hot. I think about it all the time, and just...fuck, but it’s not a big deal if we never do that because I really like having you inside of me, too, and–”

He cuts off my rambling by biting down on my nipple, causing me to yelp, my still-naked cock twitching.

“You’re fucking cute when you’re flustered,” he chuckles, licking away the sting with a grin, and I cover my face to hide the redness on my cheeks.

“Like I said, it’s not a big deal.”

“Baby. Look at me.”

Lowering my hands, I tilt my head down to look at him where he rests his chin against my sternum.

“Not gonna lie, I’ve never been interested in bottoming before.” His thumbs run calming circles over my inked ribs. “But the thought of trying it with you is... I’m not entirely against it.”

“Yeah?” My dick jumps at the possibility of being deep inside his tight hole. “You think you’d like that?”

“Maybe. Probably. When it comes to you, it seems I like everything.”

“God, me too,” I laugh, lifting my hips to press my hard-on into his hip as he rubs his stubble against my stomach, making me squirm.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course you can. Take all the time you need, baby. Like I said, I’m happy with what we’ve been doing. Really happy.”

As our lips meet again, I try to forget that we only have about a month left until he leaves. There’s only this moment, with Huckslee in my arms, and there’s no rush for us to do anything tonight other than just be. Even though we’re currently in my childhood home, where so much went wrong, it feels lighter.

His very presence seems to strip every negative word and action from the walls, replacing them with his touch, his scent, the way he looks at me like I hung the moon. He’s the love of my life, and he’s slowly healing me, making me whole.

I just hope I can still remain in one piece when he’s gone.

Huckslee

“Already, I can tell this one is better than the last. The open concept brings in a lot of natural light. Plenty of cabinet space, a double wall oven, and an island for more cooking room. Honestly, Mr. Davis, this place is just beautiful.”

Blowing a stray curl out of my face, I slump back in my seat and let go of Baby Bones to rub my palms into my eyes. I’m so damn tired. I pushed myself hard in the gym earlier this morning and then immediately jumped onto a video call with Randy, my agent, while he and a realtor spent the last four fucking hours showing me places to rent in Baltimore.

One week to go, and I still haven’t signed a lease. There were talks about buying a place instead, but...that felt too permanent. I’ll just pay rent a year in advance at a time.

“So, what do you think?” Randy turns the camera toward his face, running a free hand through his light beard. “I like this one. Good neighborhood, too. Secure. No one’s allowed in without a code for the gate.”

“I guess.”

Really, they’re all beginning to look the same. Why do I care about shit like double wall ovens and cabinet space? Who will I be cooking for once I’m out there? No one. Me, myself, and I.

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