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"Because you would do anything for Buzz, but you won't do that. And bythat, I'm referring to you telling him how you feel."
"Yeah, well, we've had a few other family issues to deal with."
Buzz and I told the guys about the latest turn of events with Mom and his dad before Zane showed up, swearing them to secrecy.
"I call bullshit," Scooter says, dipping his pretzel into the gooey cheese and taking a bite. "You're using that as an excuse. It's kind of your thing."
"I don't have a thing."
He smirks at me. "According to the Clovelly Facebook page, the good attendees of a recent life drawing class all seem to think you have a verybigthing."
I chuckle. "My dick is massive."
"And I couldn't be happier for you," Scooter says, ribbing me with a lopsided grin. "But just make sure you're notbeinga massive dick. Doesn't Buzz deserve to know the truth?"
His words hit me hard.
He's absolutely right about everything. I have been latching onto any measly excuse I can—the arrival of Zane, the holidays, Mom's pregnancy news—to avoid sitting Buzz down and telling him the truth.
Why?
Because I'm scared.
I didn't know how six months at home would pan out, but deep down, I was worried I'd hate it. That I'd feel trapped. Or miss my life back in Boston too much. That I'd just want to get the hell out of here.
None of that has come to fruition.
Instead, it’s better than I ever imagined it could be. I love being back here. I love working at the inn. And most of all, I love spending time with Buzz.
I've avoided coming back so many years, avoided dealing with my feelings for him, but I can't run anymore. I have to face facts.
This place feels like home.
Buzz feels like home.
And that is giving me some big-time anxiety.
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Buzz
"Your cock is so beautiful," I rasp, gliding my hands up and down the length of Court's erection.
He's sitting on the edge of his bed, and I'm kneeling on the floor between his legs.
The Villain Ink'd Festival is done and dusted for another year. Scooter and Cyrus have left town, Zane is posting a million selfies on his social media, showing off the new dragon eye tattoo he got on his upper chest, and I still can't believe Court did that for him. Even if his only motivation was to make me happy and had nothing to do with Zane, somehow, that makes it even more special.
"You'rebeautiful," Court says, cupping my face in his hands.
I glance up to see him staring at me with nothing but love and affection in his eyes. Ever since the festival, something has shifted in him. He's been saying stuff he never normally does.
Like that.
Luckily for me, it's the kind of mushy, heartfelt stuff I eat up. It's like some switch has turned on, and he's way more expressive than usual. And if there's one thing I like to do with kindness, it's pay it back.
I get to work, taking his massive cock all the way to the base until it hits that sweet spot that almost, but thankfully never so far, makes me gag.
Deepthroating my bestie-slash-husband is definitely my new favorite pastime. Something about it just feels so right. So natural. Court always asks if I want him to reciprocate, and I honestly don't.
