After a few wrong turns, we finally found our first arrow. They were set up throughout the maze along with some quirky trivia questions about Rose City. The correct answers dictated which direction to take next.
But neither of us cared where we ended up. In fact, we had barely come up for air since entering the cornfield.
“You know,” I said between kisses. “I think I had a dream like this once.”
“Got a thing for scarecrows?”
“Typically? No.” My hands coasted over the lush curves of her ass. It would be so easy to lift her skirt up and bury my knucklesinside her weeping pussy. “You dressed as a scarecrow?” I shrugged. “I might be able to get on board with that.”
“Speaking of dreams . . .” She hesitated before adding, “Are you going to tell me what’s been keeping you up at night?”
I cleared my throat. “You noticed that?”
She nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, but I will.”
A woman and her two children raced past us, doubling back for a quick photo and autograph. It was the reprieve I needed to gather my thoughts. Thinking about my dad was an emotional struggle unto itself; talking about him usually ended in tears.
“I’ve been dreaming about my dad,” I told her when we were finally on our own.
“Woah. That’s unexpected.”
“Yeah.”
This wasn’t the first time we had discussed my family. I talked about Bella and our mother all the time, but Dad was a different story. Nessa knew about the emotional and financial abuse he had put us through, but even then, I had kept the details as vague as possible. She didn’t need the extra emotional burden. She wasn’t my therapist. In fact, it had been a while since my last session with Dr. Dave, though after the recent disruption in my sleep patterns, it couldn’t hurt to give him a call.
I clung to Nessa’s hand like a lifeline. “It’s going to sound stupid, but with the playoffs and everything, I guess . . . I wish he were around to share this phase of my life with me.”
She smiled weakly. “That’s not stupid.”
We stopped when we reached another dead end.How fitting.
“I don’t think we ever grow out of the whole ‘kids wanting to make their parents proud’ kind of thing,” she said. “I know I haven’t. I constantly think about what my mom and GG would say about my choices. Too much, probably.”
“And would they like me?”
Her smile widened. “Too much, probably.”
I walked us backward until her plush bottom collided with the next arrow with enough momentum to spin it in the opposite direction.Looks like some children are getting lost in the corn today.
“I don’t know if it will make a difference, but just so you know, I’m proud of you.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled just before her lips met mine. “You never cease to impress me.”
She hummed low in her throat when I kissed her back. The sound hit me like a bullseye straight to the dick. I skimmed my fingers through her hair, wound them through the long copper strands, and tugged. Not too roughly, just enough to tilt her head back and deepen our kiss.
Forget late-night showers and mounds of potatoes slathered in cheese. There was no better feeling than this. I pitied the fools who had never known the taste of Nessa’s lips, who would never know what they were missing because she was mine.All mine.
When her hand scraped across my erection, I tore my mouth from hers. “What about the maze?”
“Would you rather finish the maze or fuck me?”
“Maybe I want you to fuck me.”
Her eyes flared with heat. She knew exactly what I was asking for. I’d had my eyes on that dildo of hers since the first time we’d fucked.
