I didn’t think about how shitty life has turned out and how to help my parents. I didn’t think at all. It was incredible.
And being inside Emerson? Holy. Shit.
I’ve never experienced something so euphoric in my life. Well, until the next time. I’ve been inside him every single day since then. It’s like I’m addicted, and thankfully, he seems to have the same affliction.
He pushes his ass back against me, pushing my cock deeper inside him as he groans loudly. His hands are flat on the shower wall, and there’s barely enough room for me to fuck him in here, but we’re making it work.
He’s doing a pretty good job of fucking himself on my cock as I slide my hand down and wrap it around his shaft. I finger thepiercings, making him hiss when I tug lightly on them and then run my thumb through his wet slit.
“So good. So fucking good,” he says as he braces himself on the shower wall and pushes back against each one of my ragged thrusts. I hit his prostate, loving the garbled cry that falls from his lips, and he turns his head to capture my mouth. He’s really taken to having my cock in him, so much so that I’ve been thinking more and more about asking him to fuck me. He’s played with my ass, here and there, when he’s blowing me, but it never goes further than that.
I think my guy is being a little greedy. I almost laugh at that. I love his greed. I want more of it. I’m greedy for his greed. He can take anything he wants from me, and I’ll give it to him.
We do our best to kiss as we fuck frantically, both chasing our release. It only takes a few more strokes before he’s coming hard, his ass a vice wrapped around my dick, and I come deep inside him.
I stroke into him twice more before slowly pulling out. I want to drop to my knees and force my cum back inside him when I look down and see it dripping down his thighs, but sadly, there’s just not enough room in this small shower for us.
He turns and wraps his arms around my neck, kissing me hard. “That was good.”
I grin against his mouth. “That was really fucking good. I don’t want to leave.”
“Jasper doesn’t want to do chores?” He’s way too amused. “I broke you.”
I laugh and kiss his nose. “Nah. I’m all better now. Come on. We have shit to do.”
He grumbles, but I think he’s really starting to like the chores too. The guy has even started whistling as he works. Whether he’ll admit it or not. And when I call him out on it, he immediately stops but then quickly starts all over again.It’s adorable. We get dressed and then feed the animals before heading up to the main house. Even though we don’t have to separate, since we really did do chores before breakfast, I go through the front door of the house, while Emerson goes around back and comes into the kitchen door.
Millie’s grin when I sit down at the table just as Emerson walks in says we aren’t fooling anyone, but no one calls us out on it. It just feels like a typical morning, though I guess this has become our usual thing. He sneaks into the barn every night now, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms before waking up and fucking each other’s brains out before morning chores.
Kelly and John share a smile. Maybe a month ago or even just two weeks ago, I’d have been horrified that they know our secret, but right now, all I feel is peace.
I haven’t felt that for a long time.
Kelly places a full plate in front of me, giving me a knowing smile. “Eat up. We have a busy day, and I’d say you boys have already tired yourselves out.”
Millie chokes on a piece of bacon, and John smacks her back helpfully before she chugs down some orange juice. “Mom. Oh my God.”
Kelly puts a plate in front of Emerson and then sits herself down across from her daughter. “What? I meant doing chores.”
No. She didn’t.
Well, this is mortifying, but when I look across the table and see the smile playing on Emerson’s beautiful lips, still red and puffy from our kisses, I don’t care. Not even a little bit.
“Sure, Mom,” Millie says, shaking her head, and John just chuckles.
I thought if anyone would have an issue with us being together, it would be John. Just because... well he’s the typicalmanI grew up with here in Kensley. But he doesn’t seem bothered at all, and maybe I was wrong about this town.
About a lot of things.
I mean, my coaches are married to each other. Guys who were older than me who I looked up to are now married. No one really bats an eye. Maybe it was all in my head.
Emerson’s mouth kicks up in a smile as he takes a piece of bacon and chews. “Thanks, Aunt Kelly. I’m starving.”
I roll my eyes, and Kelly just cackles happily. Not saying anything else. I like that there doesn’t need to be a big talk. That we don’t need permission to be together or anyone’s approval, yet they all seem to approve anyway.
In fact, they all seem quite delighted.
There’s a sickening feeling in my gut when I think about how this isn’t really anything at all. Just a summer fling.
