“I—I’m gonna—” his thumb shuts my mouth.
“I know,” his voice wavers, “Me too.”
He replaces his thumb, covering my lips with his, driving into me with more passion, holding onto my thighs, letting me pulsate around him. I take in his lips, moaning it all out against them. It doesn’t slow him down. His lips part from mine, but his eyes never open. One hand lays above my head, and his face berries in my neck as he finally slips himself out of me, cumming and covering my lower stomach.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs against my skin, breathing through his nose and grunting.
“You’reso good to me.” I reach my fingers through the nape of his hair, caressing it.
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Eventually, my eyes closed, and he cleaned me up—wiping my stomach and my legs. He didn’t have an issue lifting me back into his lap, curling me into hisnowwarm, naked body. Somewhere along the night, I felt the towel over us like a blanket, just like I suggested. With the storm sounding muffled, it was like white noise sounds in an unnerving way.
I could tell that he was avoiding sleep, playing watch guard overnight.
Instead of forcing it on him, I rubbed a hand on his chest in circles to calm him down.
* * *
If it weren’t for the birds chirping as loud as they were, I could’ve probably stayed sleeping a lot longer. I was still locked in Josh’s grasp, except my head was ringing on one side. It was much brighter, and the sun was even illuminating the inside of the greenhouse. It’s a little bit too much than it usually does, making me sit up. I unwrap Josh’s arm from my body, resting it on his lap as I look forward to where the hut is.
The towel falls from my body, sending a chill against my skin.
So last nightwasn’tsome weird fever dream. Good to know.
The sun showed straight through the frames, and there wasn’t any show of the hut still being up. It must not have made it. I don’t even want him to open his eyes. He’s going to be more than devastated—but depressed for days. I look at him peacefully with the towel draped over his hair, leaning back against the wall. If I wanted to get out of here, I would have to do the honors and turn his peace into an unpleasant surprise.
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on his chest.
He groans, grabbing my hand and ignoring me.
“Josh.” I shake him harder, raising my voice.
His eyes peel open, bloodshot red and baggy, as he turns to face me.
“You okay?” his words come out hoarse.
“I’m fine. The storm is over. But there’s something you should see…” I tug at my dried-up hair and reach on the floor for my sweatshirt.
His body inches forward, and his jaw drops open. He let out a big yawn as he moved the towels from his lap, rubbing his eyes. I was waiting for him to realize what damage had been done so that I could be ready to be supportive. Or, on the other hand, he could be fuming angry, and I’ll sit in a corner instead.
I have no problem with either one. But I‘ll be much happier once I‘m not sitting it in a humid glass box.
“Wow. It’s gone,” he says in a tense yet meek voice.
“I’msosorry,” I say, touching his shoulder.
The sound of leaks in the ceiling drips on the floor, creating a soothing rhythm. For that moment, the rest of the atmosphere was quiet and still.
Suddenly, a loud pounding on the pipe frame from the outside makes us nearly scatter in fear—both of us glaring at each other.
“Joshua! Paisley! You kids in there?” Rich yells, pounding endlessly on the walls and shouting in the ambiance.
