After climbing, we drive east along a narrow back road up Compass Mountain. Logan stops at a gate and unlocks it so we can pass through.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Best place to watch the sunset.”
“Is that…are you allowed to use it for that?”
Logan makes a face. “First, you’re disappointed I’m not using my money to live large on my own Caribbean island. Now you’re appalled I’m using my own land to impress a girl? Make up your mind.”
“Fair enough. Well, use your vast real estate inheritance for good.”
We wind up a steep dirt road until we’re near the top.
“Come on, we’re just in time,” Logan says, hopping out. He opens the cooler in the truck bed and pulls out an old comforter, paper plates, and a few Tupperware containers. With a snap of his wrist, he spreads the bedspread across the bed of the truck and holds out his hand to help me up.
“Logan,” I say, my heart swelling with affection. “What’s all this?”
“Imagine this cooler is an old-timey picnic basket,” he says, pulling out plastic cups and a bottle of wine.
“How did you even plan this?”
“Misdirection and sneakiness,” he says proudly. “All that time in middle school practicing magic tricks and illusions isfinally paying off.” He wiggles his fingers before producing a corkscrew. “You were busy being a good employee. I took advantage.”
The cork pops, and he pours two cups of wine, offering one to me.
“To us, my love,” he whispers with a tap of his red Solo cup against mine.
My blood thrums through my veins. His eyes, his dear face. I feel overwhelmed with emotions. I want him.
“One sip,” I tell him.
He tilts his head at me, not understanding. I carefully take the cup out of his hand and place it out of reach at the corner of the truck bed.
Then I throw myself at him. I nearly whimper at how perfect it feels to wrap myself so closely around him.
“Baby, you know I love your enthusiasm,” Logan says between kisses. “But don’t you want the picnic first? I googled picnic foods and everything, and the timing is perfect for the sunset.”
“I’m not hungry for…” I glance at the plastic bag at his feet. “Fruit salad.”
“Coleslaw then?”
I drop to my knees in front of him and begin to work at his belt. “Tempting, but no.”
“Caprese skewers?” he asks as I pull down his shorts and draw him out.
“Hmm. I’d love to be skewered by something,” I say. He’s so warm and heavy in my hand. My mouth salivates, but I wait, teasing both of us by rubbing my cheek against his length.
“Mini sausages?” he murmurs, a humorous glint in his eye.
I laugh. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”
“So no mini sausages.” He moans when I gently kiss the tip.
“Nope. Just one massive…cock.” I suck as much of him as I can in my mouth.
He gasps and his body sways into me for a second, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I swirl my tongue over him, tasting every perfect inch. I pull his hips forward until he sinks completely to the back of my throat. I want to be at his mercy, a vessel for his pleasure.
