Page 56 of Run to Me
A laugh pushes past his lips and he kisses me. It’s slow and patient. That’s exactly how loving him has felt. Long-lasting andwith no end in sight. Blocking my view of him never lessened it before, so why do I think it’ll work this time?
“Can one of you boys get me the flour?”
“Sure,” I clip, marching toward the pantry.
Her next words are hard to make out when I get too far away, but I hear Nate say, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll get it.”
The door to the pantry taps closed behind me and Nate greets me with a large mischievous smile.
“What are you doing?” I grab for the tall container labeled flour from the second shelf.
“Getting the sugar Mom asked for once you were already out of sight. And getting my kiss.”
Balancing the container in one arm, I step forward and brush my lips over his. They lock together, tongues fighting to let go, but I press my hand to his chest when he tries to dive in for more. “We should get this stuff to the kitchen before she suspects something.”
He groans. “Fine.” And snakes an arm behind me to grab the sugar. Mom’s mixing something in a bowl when we return, and Dad’s laughing at something on the TV. He joins us in the kitchen when Mom asks him to set the table, and sits with Nate and me at the table, chit-chatting while we wait for the food to be done.
Mom brings everything to the table and looks between me and Nate when she sees us sitting close together. Nate kicks his foot against mine, reaching under the table to link his pinkie with mine in between clearing his plate. Whenever he thinks ourparents aren’t paying attention, he shoots me a flirty glance and slides his hand deeper into mine.
Dad suggests another movie night and we all remind him how bad he is at them. “I think we need to have a movie day with you,” I say.
“He’ll fall asleep during those too,” Mom says, dabbing her mouth with a napkin.
The kitchen fills with laughter and everything really does feel like before. I enjoy it while it lasts, suggesting we eat our dessert on the back patio. Outside, we share more laughter and exchange stories under the stars.
Dad is the first to turn in and then Mom, leaving me and Nate alone, leaning into each other. After making sure the coast is clear, he sneaks in a kiss and we walk over to the old tree house. The ladder is a little wobbly, and I swear I see my life flash before my eyes when I step on a loose board once inside.
Nate scoots around me, sitting down on the old mattress and reaching for the old games. “I can’t believe this is all still up here.”
“Yeah, and it looks like some wildlife got in,” I say, pointing to the box of twinkies with bite marks in it.
Nate wrinkles his nose, pushing it back with a stick, and jumps back when his phone rings. “Shit.” His eyes widen when he glances down at the screen. “Glen. I forgot I was supposed to call him back last night.”
“Why don’t you talk to him now?” I suggest, hoping he doesn’t listen.
He nibbles on his bottom lip, hitting the answer button and pressing the phone to his ear. “Hey, babe.”
I cringe on the inside, trying not to show my feelings of disgust and jealousy on my face. I pretend to go back to looking ateverything we left in here all those summers ago, and Jace looks away from me, scrubbing at his face.
“I can’t wait to see you either. Yeah, sure.” He sighs softly, poking at a small hole in the blanket underneath him. “I will. How’s work?”
His eyes move from side to side as he leans back, supporting his weight with his other hand. “That’s good.”
Hating how Glen is cutting into the last few hours I have with Nate, I decide I won’t let him take any more. After all, he’s about to take everything from me again soon. Crawling forward, I yank on Nate’s shorts and he lifts his hips, not fighting me as I place my face between his thighs. I lick at the wet spot on his underwear.
He winces, slamming his foot forward when I push my tongue into the opening of his underwear to tease every bit of skin I can reach. He keeps giving his fiancé short answers while letting me have his body. Once the button is undone on the front, his cock springs free and I take it all the way down to the back of my throat. I bob my head up and down, smiling around the fullness in my mouth.
He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as he breathes solely through his mouth.
“I love you too,” he says, and the words are like nails on a chalkboard. Feeling primal and possessive of what feels like only mine right now, I yank the phone from his hand and hit end.
His eyes round, and when he tries to reach for it when it rings again, I toss it behind me after shutting it off.
“Why did you do that?”
“You can talk to your fiancé for the rest of your lives. All I get is now, and I’ll be damned if I let him have that too.”
I slide my mouth back down his length, running my tongue all over his sensitive spots. He thrusts his hips and I meet each swing of his hips, gagging when I’m choking him down. Hemoans, body shuddering as he tugs at my hair. His cock grows in my mouth and his hips press to the floor. As he’s about to let go, I pull off him, and he looks at me as if I’ve splashed cold water on his face.
