“I’ve never in my life come like this. I didn’t think it was possible.”
She’s crying again because her chemical dump has been pretty hefty this afternoon. I only feel a teeny tiny bit bad about it.
“This is ridiculous,” she fusses. “Who cries from orgasms?”
“Anyone who’s getting railed right, in my experience.”
She cries harder.
Scooping her up, I cradle her in my lap. Damn this is nice for my ego. I’ve turned my girl into a basket case in the best of ways, and she’s clinging to me, while her pussy flavor coats my mouth, nose, chin and cheeks. Hey. I’m a messy eater. I like to get it everywhere. Sue me. I’m wearing this like a badge of honor for the rest of the day, too.
Grabbing her hand, I kiss it while rocking her and study the ring on her finger. It’s the one I gave her on her sixteenth birthday…
“What did you get Taylor?” Nick asks as he climbs in my truck.
“Just something little. You?”
“This.” He holds up a tote bag that has Mothman illustrated on it. “Filled it with boxes of tea and some candies.”
“She’s going to love that.”
“Carly helped me pick it all out. I had no idea there were so many kinds of tea bags out there.”
Pulling onto the main road, we head out to Dean’s where we’re setting up a little party for Taylor in one of the cabins.
“Do you know if Ryan’s coming?” Nick asks.
“I hope not.”
“I heard he was groveling Friday.”
It takes tremendous effort to not roll my eyes. “Whatever. He’ll never deserve her.” And I have no clue why he broke up with her. It was such a slap in the face. “Now that he dumps her, he finally figures out what a catch she is? She better not take him back.”
“Carly won’t let her. She’s the reason he dumped Taylor though.” Nick’s freezes for a second. “Okay, you didnothear that from me.”
“Got it.”
“Carly went pretty ballistic on him about his friends picking on Taylor. Then doubled down and terrorized the fucker when he dumped her. Carly even super glued his gas tank shut.” Nick shoves his finger at me. “Again, you didn’t hear that from me. Swear it.”
“I swear I didn’t hear nothing.”
“She’d kill me for telling.”
I bite back a smile. Nick’s not great at keeping secrets, and Crazy Carly is the queen of Don’t Tell.
After we pull up to the cabin, I hop out and grab the pizzas we all chipped in to get for the night. Carly’s on the porch hanging balloons.
“We have to hurry,” she says. “Dean’s about to leave so he can pick her up.”
“I’ll go get her,” I say, handing over the grub.
Nick frowns while taking the pizzas from me. “We were just in town, dude. Why didn’t we pick her up then. Now you’re going to burn all that gas.”
“It’s fine.” I hop back in and text Dean, telling him not to worry about going into town and that I was doing it.
Taylor’s not ready when I get to her house.
“She’s been upstairs for a while,” Corrine says. “Came home and went straight up after our big day out.”
