Page 45 of When We Were Younger

Kira

The old Dottie can’t come to the phone right now.

Why?

Oh! Because she’s the main character in a weird, cum-soaked teenager dream come to life.

Okay, first of all, eww. Never say that again, Keeks. Second, I’m sorry! I didn’t forget any of you! I am loyal to The Pussy posse! I’ve just been enjoying a…

Home-cumming ;)

Kira

Oh so it’s okay when you make gross sex jokes but not when I do it?

Rachel

Ummmm, Georgie and I are having sex and we still find time to check in.

Kira

You and G are having sex and you didn't invite ME? I could have ménaged all over your trois. RUDE.

Georgie

Kira, you know what Dramatic Rachel meant. I'm with James, she's with Am. If we were together, you would 1000% be invited.

As would you, Dottie.

Kira

As long as I’m included in all orgies, real or fictional, I’m happy.

Rachel

Now that I know you're both alive, I will dial back my dramatics. We're glad you're having a good time, both of you. Keeks, enjoy your family. Dottie, enjoy the orgasms. You deserve them.

I adore you all. Drinks on me when we're back in California.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask as Stephen turns his truck up the drive to McKenna Mountain. Jay and Keith invited him up for the evening for dinner and board games, and even though I told him a thousand times that he didn't have to join me, Stephen insisted on coming along.

He also insisted on stopping at Miss Pattie's for an apple stack cake, which I have on my lap. We dropped Daisy May off with Mr. and Mrs. Hudson before heading up to the house. I'm a little nervous about walking in and spending the night on the mountain. Kira gets her big mouth from her dads, and even though I know we’re bound to be in for a shake down, it’s nice to be out.

Not that I haven't enjoyed the last few days. Stephen and his dad closed down the business for the rest of the year, and since he's had the time off, we've spent everyday at his apartment. We've been watchingBridgertonandPlanet Earth, drinking Old Fashioneds and eating Chinese takeout in bed, leaving only to meet the delivery drivers at the door and to take Daisy May for walks.

And of course, there's the actual reason we've found ourselves unable to leave his bed: the sex. Ever since the night in our field, I've been incapable of keeping my hands off Stephen. He's just as gorgeous and tender and caring as I remember, but now he's all wrapped up in this delicious man-body.

He's thick with muscle and his chest has this thick hair smattered across it, all the way down his belly button and past the Adonis belt that I lick every chance I get. He touches and fucks me like a man now, too. Not an ounce of trepidation when he takes what he wants from me, and in turn, lets me take what I want from him.

He's exactly how he always was, and so much better all at once.

And to be fair, we have left the bed. We've fucked in his kitchen, in his shower, on the floor…

Suffice it to say, we've taken full advantage of the privacy that comes with being adults.

"You know that I love the McKennas, and the McKennas love me, right?" He asks as he reaches over and grips my thigh through my tights. My legs part of their own accord, and he squeezes tighter.

"You had better behave yourself, sweetheart," he growls.

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