I scoff. “I’m not sleeping like this.”
That boyish grin of his spreads, and seeing it in my old bedroom again feels strange—like being transported back in time. So many things haven’t changed.
And yet, everything’s different.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured you like this—in this room, in this bed, wearing my cum like you’re mine.” His calloused palm drags through a streak of cum on my breast, massaging it into my skin.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Is that on your dirty bucket list?”
“Top of the list, Quinnie,” he says, tugging his shirt back on. “Get dressed and meet me outside. I’ve got something for you in the truck.”
He sneaks out my bedroom door without another word.
My body still hums from the idea of walking around covered in him. I groan helplessly, torn between wanting a shower and the wicked temptation to stay sticky, to make one ofhisdirty fantasies come true too.
The shower can wait.
I grab a towel, wipe off the worst of the mess, and tug on an old pair of sweats and a T-shirt that used to be Wes’ before hurrying after him.
I creep down the hall as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake Pops.
Outside, my breath catches when I see Tripp’s truck. There are twinkle lights strung up in the bed, which is full of blankets and pillows. I’m so stunned I forget to catch the screen door. I wince as it slams shut, the sound echoing through the quiet.
Tripp looks up, and I wrap my arms across my chest as I step toward him, wishing I’d thought to grab a sweatshirt. “What’s all this?”
He shrugs as if it’s nothing. “I’ve missed having you to myself since Pops has been back, so I thought maybe we could hang out under the stars while everyone else is asleep.”
He wraps me in a blanket and pulls me close. The fabric scratches warmly against my skin. He inhales deeply, a satisfied hum vibrating through his chest and into mine, making my skin buzz with a low, restless intensity.
“You still smell like me.”
I peer at him. “Maybe I wanted to make one of your fantasies come true too.”
“Being with you at all is enough for a lifetime of fantasies, Quinnie.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads at his sweetness. His lips graze my neck, tongue darting out to lick the spot he just claimed, pulling a gasp from me. Heat darts down my spine, and before I can process it, he’s scooping me up and lifting me into the back of the pickup, crawling in right after.
He sets a bag of Peanut Butter M&M’s between us. “I had no idea if these were still your favorite, but I figured it would lend to the nostalgia if nothing else.”
“They’re still my favorite,” I admit, shocked that he remembers.
He looks so damn pleased with himself. He always had a way of making me fall headfirst with no chance of catching myself.
I lean back and stare at the stars filling the sky. You can see so many stars out here without the light pollution of the city. It makes me feel small, insignificant.
“Have I thanked you yet? For doing this with me?”I ask.
“For sitting in the truck?”
I shake my head. “For the whole bucket list.”
He scoffs. “It’s not exactly a chore, Quinnie.”
I arch a brow. “You sure?”
He rolls his eyes. “For someone so smart, that was a really stupid question.”
I elbow him, but he catches my arm, sliding his hand down until his fingers tangle with mine. He digs into the bag of M&M’s and pops one into his mouth.
