Page 4 of Tangled Up In You
I was about to get on the floor to repay the favor, but the credits started rolling, and the house lights came back on. The ushers would be in soon to clean the theater. We stood, walked down the steps, and went out into the hall.
My muscles felt wonky after the orgasm, and Corbin smirked as we passed the workers. I could tell he wanted to hold my hand as we went through the main lobby by how his knuckles brushed across mine. But we didn’t.
“Wanna take the back way to my house?” I asked once we were in his truck.
“Hell yeah,” he answered, finally grabbing my hand and linking our fingers.
He knew exactly what I meant.
The back way was a dirt road that hardly anyone ever drove down. When we were younger, we’d walked the road and had epic adventures. Now, we had a different type of adventure. Corbin and I had often pulled off to the side of the road and into the trees to have sex. With having to hide our relationship from everyone at school, my parents, and his grandpa… well, it was hard to find places for that.
Still feeling a bit sore from the few times we’d already had sex that day, I gave him a blowjob instead. He tugged on my hair so hard during it that my scalp ached, but I loved it.
I loved it all—the feel and taste of him, the sounds he made, the way his muscles moved beneath his tan skin.
Afterward, we heavily made out in our secret spot. He squeezed my ass as his tongue tangled with mine. Our labored breaths blended as one, as did the beating of our hearts.
The quiet sighs and moans leaving Corbin as I straddled him in the cab of his truck were my favorite sounds. I loved being the one to give him that kind of satisfaction.
“I fucking love you,” he whispered, nuzzling his forehead against mine as he splayed his hands on my lower back. “You’re everything to me, Hunt.”
I hugged his neck and ran my fingers through the short blond strands of his hair. “It doesn’t really seem like enough, does it? Saying I love you. Those words seem too small to explain the way I feel.”
“Look at you being all mushy.” He chuckled and moved his hands up my spine. “Probably all that Shakespeare you read, little literary genius.”
It tingled where his fingers touched my bare skin.
“Hey, don’t mock my Shakespeare. But I’d say he was better known for his comedies and tragedies,” I pointed out. “Sure, there was romance too and the relationships were a huge part of the plot, but not exactly pure romance.”
“You’re joking, right?” Corbin asked. “Romeo and Julietis a romance. How can you say Shakespeare isn’t romantic?”
“Romeo was a fickle bastard who jumped from one girl to the next in like the same night, and Juliet was young and naïve,” I explained, gliding my thumb along the sensitive spot below his ear. “They were infatuated with each other, but it wasn’t true love. Sure as hell isn’t a romance and—”
“Oh, excuseme,” Corbin interrupted before biting at my throat. “So many people would bite your head off for that kind of talk. That play is like the number one best classic romance ever.”
“It ends in death, so technically, it’snota romance,” I explained. “Shakespeare’s work is phenomenal, and he had an amazing way with words. But the romances in his plays usually ended in tragedy. All are amazing, don’t get me wrong, but a happy ending is needed for it to be classified as such.”
“So you’re saying that a romance that ends in a tragedy isn’t a romance?” Corbin asked. Challenging me.
“Exactly.”
“So, if I died tomorrow,” he continued, “would our love not be a romance?”
“Don’t even joke about that,” I said, refusing to even think about a life without him. “We’ll always be together.”
“Just like we always have been,” he said, making my heart swell.
I stared into his gray eyes and stroked the sharp line of his jaw. We were both eighteen, but I still had a roundness to my face that I’d probably never outgrow. Corbin, on the other hand, was the embodiment of manly perfection.
“Okay, enough Shakespeare talk,” I said before looking at the dashboard clock. “I have to be home soon. Now shut up and kiss me.”
He smirked as he gripped my nape and pulled me closer. Gently, he touched his lips to mine before deepening the kiss. We’d been in a lip-lock for so long that my lips began to chap, but I didn’t care. He was worth it.
“We should probably go,” he said after breaking the kiss. His unmoving arms around my waist told me he’d rather do the opposite.
“Yeah. If I’m out any later, my dad will freak out.”
If I’d known what was going to happen in the next few days… I would’ve never let us leave that spot.
