Page 51 of False Start

But now, we’re driving very slowly, might I add, through the main street of our hometown. We’re back in Big Bend for Thanksgiving. It’s Wednesday evening. He came to my school yesterday and stayed the night at my dorm. We drove the rest of the way together today.

His mom isn’t expecting him until tomorrow, so we just go straight to my house, but the plan isn’t to stay there. My mom, dad, and sister all hug us both, but my mom isn’t thrilled to hear that we aren’t staying.

“You boys cannot sleep in a tent tonight. It’s November.”

“It’s November in Kansas,” I say as I grab the tent from the garage, Austin following along. I hope he doesn’t look my mom in the eye. He’ll totally cave. I just know it. He’s a sucker for my mom’s sad face. “It was almost eighty degrees today.”

“And it snowed on Thanksgiving last year,” my mom pouts, her hand on her hip. And yeah, okay—shit, I looked her in the eyes, and I may be a sucker too.

“Hence, why we didn’t camp out last winter.” I try to offer her my most charming smile, but she’s a mom and totally doesn’t fall for it.

“Vaughn Christian Montgomery, I haven’t seen your face since September.”

“I know it’s a cute face, Mom.” I put the tent in my truck and turn around to face her, trying not to look into those mom eyes. “But I promise you’ll see this face tomorrow and the next day.”

“You’ll be totally sick of that face by Saturday, I promise,” Austin adds, and I smirk over at him.

My mom doesn’t look too pleased, but when my dad wraps a secure arm around her, she kind of melts into his side and sighs. “Fine. Stay safe. And if you get too cold, come home.”

“Promise.” I kiss her cheek and hug Dad while Austin does the same and then hops back in the truck.

I take off toward our usual spot, Austin’s hand on my thigh. This break is going to suck, not being able to touch as much—although, if it were up to me, it wouldn’t be a problem.

I park the truck, and we get the tent set up, making a fire, but not wasting time before climbing into the tent together. I zippedour sleeping bags together, so we’ll have more room, and no way in hell am I sleeping in a different sleeping bag than him.

I kiss him hard, already working on his clothes, and he chuckles against my lips. “What, no s’mores first? No wining and dining, now that we’re boyfriends?”

I pull his shirt off over his head and kiss his smart mouth. “After. I need you.”

His teasing smirk leaves his mouth now, and all I see is blind lust. “Okay. Yeah. I want that too.”

I laugh as he pulls my shirt off, his hands roaming all over my bare skin. I love feeling his hands on me. And for the millionth time, I want to tell him how much I love him, but I hold back because I don’t want to ruin the moment. How messed up is that?

“I thought we could change it up tonight.”

He pulls back a little from licking down my chest, and I groan softly at the loss. I always want his mouth on me. He looks slightly concerned as he looks up at me. “What do you have in mind?”

“I thought maybe you could get inside me for once.”

His eyes widen, clearly surprised, which makes me fidget a little. I’m lying flat on my back with him between my legs, and he sits back on his heels. “You want that?”

Shit. Does he not want that? Truth be told, I’m not sure it’s something I’ll like, but he’s played around a little with my hole when he’s blowing me. He hasn’t pushed fully inside, and I can’t say it’s totally mind-blowing—but I think it could be. “I mean... only if you want to.”

He’s watching me carefully now, his hands resting on my lower stomach, and I wonder if he can feel how nervous I am. “Vaughn, I want everything with you. You know that. But this isn’t a deal-breaker for me. I love bottoming. If you don’t wantthis, I’m fine with it. More than fine. But if it’s something you want to try, I’m more than willing.”

My eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans, and then I look back up at him, almost losing my nerve. “You mean that? If I don’t like it, you wouldn’t feel like you’re missing out on something?”

His smile is sweet and kind. Patient, like it always is. “Everything with you is a gift. Don’t you know that? You have to know that.”

I light up from his praise. I can’t help it. And I know I can trust him with this like I couldn’t trust anyone else. He’ll take care of me, and he won’t make me feel bad if I can’t do it. I look into his eyes, my body trembling from nerves and excitement. “I want to try.”

His hand smooths over my chest and up to my heart, where he lets it rest, his gaze intense as if he’s reading every single thought—and knowing him, he is. “If at any minute you want to stop, we stop. You have to tell me, Vaughn. Promise me.”

“I promise,” I say easily because again—trust. Total and absolute trust. This is what I always thought love was. No doubts. When it comes to him, I know he’s my person, the one I can always go to. He’s the love of my life.

He takes his time now, stripping me out of the rest of my clothes and does the same for himself, leaving us both blissfully naked with a roaring fire just outside the tent.

It’s chilly, but not cold, and when he starts to kiss every inch of my body, I don’t feel even the slightest chill. My entire body is boneless and on fire as he worships every bit of me. By the time he grabs the lube from my overnight bag, I’m begging him to get inside me.

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