I thought them kicking me to the curb was bad. But hearing they never really respected me in the first place is even worse. But maybe it’s the wake-up call I needed.
“I know, like I said, fucking idiots. But I think they didn’t know any better,” Saylor tells me with a pout. “Listen, I didn’t tell you that to stir even more shit and guide you away from them. It’s one hundred percent your decision if you want to forgive them or not.”
I let out a long breath, crossing my arms over my chest.
Fuck forgiveness.
What for? Letting them back in after what they did just to be forced to choose between them, breaking up their already dysfunctional family in the process?
Why do I care about that part?
“I just wanted to make sure you have all the information I have when you make your decision for your happily ever after,” Saylor whispers, leaning in to give me a peck on the lips.
“Isn’t the happy ever after always followed by thetill death do us part?” I frown.
I hope he knows that no matter what, without him, there is no happy anything anymore.
“Fucktill death do us part. For us, it’s until forever falls apart.”
FOUR
We’reat the shower stalls of the campsite, and Sloan is taking a much-needed shower while I stand just outside, imagining how the water droplets slide down her perfect body, over her curves, and how her hands glide over her soapy skin. It almost kills me.
If I were alive, I’d turn, open that damn stall door, pick her up by her thighs, and press her against the tiled wall, kissing her stupid before letting my hand find her pussy and finger fucking her against the wall until she came all over me, screaming.
A content hum comes from inside the stall, and I groan, almost feeling the blood rushing to my crotch because of the sound.
Fuck this.
“Slo?” I ask, trying not to sound as nervous as I am.
If she rejects me, I’m just going to die again of embarrassment.
“Yes?” she answers, her voice echoing from the stall walls, but it’s just us here.
“Can I… can I come in?” I ask, cringing at how unsure I sound. I need to get my shit together. Babbling guys are anything but sexy.
“You want to—” she starts asking, but I step through the stall wall and come face to face with a naked, soaped-up blonde beauty, her hazel eyes wide.
“I want to do so much with you, but yes, I want to come in. Is my being here okay?” I ask, my finger gliding up her upper arm, goose bumps rising in my wake, making me smirk.
Her nipples are peaked, and her breasts rise and fall quickly with each heavy breath, as if she’s as nervous as I am.
“Yes,” she breathes out but stands under the showerhead, unmoving.
“You know I like to watch you,” I whisper, my hand coming up to cup her cheek, my thumb stroking it. “Can I watch you shower?” She nods, her eyes fixed on mine. My hand wanders down her throat, her chest, until my thumb swipes over her nipple, making her shudder. “Then finish your shower, Boo,” I command, stepping back.
She stands frozen for a minute, letting me cast my gaze down her body, memorizing every dip and curve, every fucking freckle. When she snaps out of it, she starts to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, arching her back, her hands on her head, chest pressed out as her tits jiggle with the movement.
I want to take a bite.
But then she pulls some hair to her front, obscuring my view. “Put your hair behind your shoulders,” I demand. “Let me see your pretty tits.”
Sloan’s eyes fill with desire, and as they lock with mine, I can practically feel her burning me up. It doesn’t help my horniness in the slightest while I’m still grappling with the realization that I could even be horny in this form, even though there's no evidence of it when I glance down.
But let’s be honest, you would have to be dead—okay, you would have to not exist anymore—to find Sloan Wilson, the hottest girl who ever walked the Earth, not attractive.
My hand wanders to my crotch, wanting to squeeze my cock to get some kind of release, but of course, my hand only goes right through me.
