Page 153 of Butter My Biscuit

He nods. “The last time we were here, you told me you’d given Matt your virginity. Never came back.”

My mouth flies open. I don’t remember it. “What?”

“I’d brought you up here, and I was going to finally make a move and tell you how I felt, but then I thought you two were serious.”

“Then, you brought Stephanie to prom,” I whisper. “My bad timing and I strike again. But, hey, at least I was consistent over the years. It wouldalmostbe funny if the joke wasn’t always on you.”

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead. “Doesn’t matter. I know I’m guilty of trying to make you jealous.”

“Yeah, it worked. Every time. Asshole,” I whisper with a laugh.

“Well, I was thinking we could play a new game and make memories in all the places we’d wanted each other over the years. Replace it all with the good.”

I grab his T-shirt in my fists. “I’ve got more than a few to add to that list.”

His brow rises, and he grins. “Yeah? Like where?”

I lean my head against his chest, not afraid to share any truths. Not anymore. “The tree house. Your old bedroom. In the back of your truck. At the pond. In the hayloft. State fair Ferris wheel. The back of Remi’s car. At church.”

“Damn, girl, but those are already on my list. Just like your mom’s couch and the bed-and-breakfast,” he says, swaying with me, and we dance in the grass to the rhythm of our fluttering butterflies.

“Scandalous,” I whisper as he spins me around. “We’re going to hell.”

“As long as we’re together, no fucks given.” His head falls back on his shoulders as he laughs. Soft fingertips brush against my face as I turn my head to kiss him. When he pulls away, he takes the smallest glance at the goose bumps that dance along my skin. He doesn’t say anything, but I see a hint of a smirk. Harrison has always noticed; I just didn’t noticehim.

“Maybe I should get this fire started,” he says, pulling away.

When it’s fully crackling, he pulls chairs from the back of his truck for us, but I sit in his lap, and we watch the sun set below the Davis Mountains. When it’s dark, he adds more wood to the fire, and then we lie on a blanket, and he points out the spring constellations as they rise. He talks about the mythology of Leo and Taurus, and when a glittering star shoots across the sky, I point it out.

“Make a wish,” he says.

“It’s already come true,” I tell him, capturing his lips, wanting to lose control with him.

He rolls me over on my back, and the fire gives me the perfect amount of light to see him as his body casts shadows on the ground. His fingers hook into my jeans, and he pulls them off my body, the lace panties going with them. My heart thumps, and ragged breaths release from me as he slips off my shoes. When he leaves the socks on my feet, I chuckle.

“Don’t want those cold nubs on me tonight,” he whispers, kissing up my calf to the soft skin of my inner thigh until his tongue is on my clit.

My eyes slam closed as he slowly unravels every tangled knot in my heart. I want him to build me up and then tear me down until I’m nothing. And, fuck, he doesn’t disappoint as his hands slide up my body and under my T-shirt. When my back arches off the ground, I lose myself in his touch, allowing the orgasm to take over.

My moans echo through the trees, and Harrison laughs.

“Careful. Someone might hear us,” he says.

“Smart-ass,” I say as he crawls up my body and slowly captures my mouth as our ends meet.

I’ll never get used to how full he fills me or how he knows exactly what I like.

“Damn, do I like it hard,” I hiss, letting out another loud groan.

And right now, I don’t give two shits who hears us.

I hope I wake up the whole damn town.

36

HARRISON

The only thing that pulls me from dreamland is the sound of my phone buzzing in my jeans pocket, which is somewhere in this tent. I rustle, looking up at the fairy lights that we made love under and left on.

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