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Too late and too bad.
I wanted it. Wanted every ounce of this experience withhim. I didn’t want to do a damned thing to take any of his pleasure away.
My mouth filled with his release, strange and tangy on my tongue. I choked and sputtered, exposing myself as the neophyte I was. My cheeks heated with embarrassment, but when I saw the look on his face—a mix of dazed bliss and something tender that made my chest ache—I realized I’d take any embarrassment again if it meant seeing that expression.
I wanted more than sex. I wanted permanence, even if I didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.
It took me a minute to realize the water had gone cold, but as soon as I did, the exhaustion and overwhelm from my trip and the events leading up to it hit me in full force.
“Hey, hey. Let’s get you dried off, okay?” Foster’s voice seemed to come through water. I stood up with his help, large hands under my arms. My eyes remained on his cock, enjoying the view of it still ruddy and fat against his damp thigh.
He was so fucking sexy, so powerful and attractive. I couldn’t imagine living my entire life without ever having had this experience and this feeling.
In a way, I felt… almost cheated. Like all of my gay and bi cousins, my uncles and friends, had been able to experience this sooner,knowthis part of themselves earlier.
But I was so fucking glad I knew it now.
“Tommy, look at me.”
I blinked up at Foster, who was somehow already wrapped in a towel and holding a toothbrush with toothpaste on it.
“My toothbrush,” I realized.
“Yes. Your toothbrush. Brush your teeth, baby. You’re wiped out. We never should have—ow!”
I yanked a hair on his chest. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare ruin my first blow job. My first rimming. My first…” I thought back to the sensation of his strong tongue on my ass,inmy ass. “Lots of things,” I finished lamely. Because words would never do it justice.
Foster’s face softened. “Okay then. Brush your teeth, Cherry. We’ll have to finish your sexual awakening another time.”
I shoved the toothbrush into my mouth and began brushing. “Want to have anal sex,” I said through a mouthful of suds. “With you.”
His eyes darkened. “Better the fuck be with me. Unless you found some pretty boys in Stanford.”
I leaned against him as I brushed, grateful for his solid presence. “Lots of pretty boys.” When Foster’s mouth dropped into a frown, I leaned on him even more and added, “Don’t want pretty boys. Want my beefy sheriff.”
After finishing my teeth, I rinsed and spit into the sink, taking the hand towel Foster put in front of me. I dried my face, ruffled the towel over my wet hair, realizing it was somehow already towel-dried.
Foster finished his own teeth and herded me into the bedroom, yanking back the covers on my bed. “In.”
“You.”
The single word was all I had the energy for, but he understood it. He slipped between the sheets first and then yanked me in to lie half on top of him the only way we really fit in the bed together.
Pretty sure I was asleep before he even pulled the covers over us. The only thing I remembered was him saying something that sounded oddly like, “You’re as stubborn as your aunt Tilly.”
But that couldn’t have been right.
19
FOSTER
Tommy had been backfor five days, and I still hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask him about Stanford.
I was a total chickenshit, but to be fair, we’d also been busy with training exercises, including an all-day wildfire and missing-person rescue drill, a long search and rescue exercise, and an unexpected request to help provide additional support at an ultramarathon being run through the foothills on the far side of Slingshot.
When we weren’t working, Tommy spent as much time checking on his sister as possible. His entire family was in town to see Hazel, and even if he hadn’t wanted to visit with the patient, he would have been expected to spend time with his parents and extended family.
He’d invited me to join him a couple of times, but I’d declined with excuses. Chickie needed training, Trace needed help with something, or, in one case, I’d had bad chicken atdinner.
