Page 20 of Out in the Country

“Next time.”

Next time—like he’s truly invested in doing this with me. He grunts and I watch in fascination as his gaze rakes over me. Wild eyes filled with passion meet mine as he moans my name.

His cum paints my chest and stomach, and where I thought he’d be satisfied, his eyes absolutelyblaze.He follows the path he made on me.

Possession.

I can feel it.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

“Don’t move.”

Everett climbs off the bed, and I hear the water running from the bathroom sink. I scrub my hands over my face because I still can’t grasp this thing as reality. It seems too good to be true.

A moment later, my Adonis of a best friend comes in with a warm washcloth and gently cleans the mess he made. It’s sweet and tender and completely at odds with the bossy man who rocked my world not moments before.

He disappears again after a softplopechoes from the bathroom, and I eye him curiously as he climbs into bed beside me.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That noise.”

Pulling my back to his front, Everett holds me tightly to him, our fingers intertwined.

“I threw the washcloth into the tub.”

I chuckle. “Why?”

“Dude, it’s gross when people talk about throwing that shit on the floor. It’s not housekeeping’s job to clean up our jizz rag.”

Now I’m full-on snort-laughing.

How is this my life? And how is it so fucking perfect?

Silence settles around us once I get over Everett’s little revelation. It feels strangely natural to be with him like this, and that kind of freaks the hell out of me.

“So…” he says shyly.

“Hmm?”

“Was it okay?”

I swallow my laugh of disbelief because I’m getting whiplash from his surge and lack of confidence.

“Probably the best I’ve ever had,” I say honestly.

I feel his smile as he kisses my shoulder, but the thought is sobering.

“Ev.” While ithadbeen the best blow job of my life, that’s not necessarily the part I’m concerned about.

“What?”

“Giving head isn’t the same as having sex—having you inside me. It might not be what you think it is.”

I feel his body stiffen behind me—and not in the good way.

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