Page 57 of Escaping Our Reality

Ry crosses the distance between us, closing the chasm that nearly broke us apart. Stepping between my legs, he bends down, brushing his lips against mine. I wrap myself around him, my arms, my legs. I press his new erection against me.

“Go ahead and ask me,” he presses. “I know you want to.”

“Are you gonna have sex with me tonight?”

“No, you’re not ready.” He leans back and looks into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

He kisses me long and deep, leaving my body swirling in a desire thick as molasses. Fire burns my skin, butterflies dance in my stomach, and need pulses through my core. Unwrapping himself from my legs, he unzips my ankle boots, placing them onthe other side of the truck bed. He laughs when he sees my socks—black with pink hearts.

“It’s for Valentine’s Day,” I say.

He nods, stuffing them inside of my shoes.

I shiver when his hands grab the waistband of my black ankle pants. If the feeling of his fingers on my stomach leaves me this affected, what’s going to happen when he does whatever he’s about to do? Nodding for me to lift my butt, he pulls my pants down and takes a step back, admiring my body.

He struggles to clear his throat. “I’ve never seen your legs. It’s winter. You’re always in pants.”

Self-conscious, I rub my palms up and down my thighs.

His hands quickly replace mine, massaging me like he’s trying to warm my body. “Are you cold?”

I shake my head, too consumed to speak. When he grazes the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, my head lobs back in ecstasy. He stares at my satin panties. It feels like an entire lifetime passes before he grabs them, slowly sliding them down my body. My bare ass is on the cold bed of the truck, and the temperature difference between it and my scorching skin shocks me. Ry lifts my panties to his face. Turning the cotton gusset outward, he shows me the stream of milky white desire made by my body’s arousal. His tongue lashes out, tasting it. Licking it clean.

Oh my gosh.

Tossing my panties to the side, he grabs my discarded pants and rolls them into a ball. “Use this as a pillow so you don’t hurt your head. Lie down.”

I do as I’m told.

My heart’s beating so fast I think I’m having a heart attack. He takes my legs and bends them, placing the bottoms of my feet on the edge of the tailgate. My body shakes in anticipation.

I close my eyes.

And Ry buries his head between my thighs… definitely making this the best birthday I’ve ever had.

Chapter 25

CRUTCH

I have a new purpose in life. A new reason for living.

Bringing Lulu to orgasm. Making her scream. That’s my new purpose. And I could do it all day, every day, from here to eternity.

Lulu’s loud when she orgasms. Really loud. I thought the little moan she gives when she’s ready to be kissed was hot. Hearing her cries when she comes all over my face or my fingers is a completely different story.

I’m addicted. I’m an addict.

I can’t keep my mouth off her. I can’t keep my fingers out of her. The days have been a blur of normal life, rushing through the motions, counting down the minutes until she shows up at the garage or at the homestead.

I don’t know how I don’t have lock jaw. I also don’t know how she can even walk.

“Ry, are you listening to me?”

I glance up, watching Lulu draw her straw through the whip cream of her frozen coffee drink.

Laughing, I remove the ballcap from my head and run my fingers through my hair. “No. No, I’m not listening.”

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