“I love you,” he chokes out. “Carey, I—fuck—I love you so much it terrifies me."
My heart slams against my ribs.
I draw back until I'm almost slipping free then pound into Tek like a man possessed; the urge so primal my shins bang against the side of the truck, but I feel no pain.
"Give it to me," he keens, both hands back around my neck. "Fill me with your cum. Show me how much you fucking love me."
I bury myself to the hilt, my hips moving in a dirty grind as my cock pulses, flooding him with everything I have. And Tek holds me through it. His fingers weave into my hair as I collapse fully onto him, his joints pushed to their absolute limit.
Our breathing synchronizes as we come down together.
Tek’s fingers trace patterns on the back of my neck.
“Please say it again,” I ask, my head dipping a little at how ashamed I feel to want assurance.
Tek lifts my chin. “I love you Carey with everything I have. I’ll fix this, I promise… I won’t letanythingbreak us apart.”
The sky is really fucking grey today.
The blue, cloudless skies that had been abundant at the beginning of the month, seem like a fever dream now. Like Mother Nature was mocking us, and we were the punchline.
It’s been nothing but storms and sleet since we burst into my brother’s cabin and handled things about as poorly as we could have. Hindsight is a great thing, but it hasn’t really made the past two weeks any easier. If anything, it’s piled more things onto my plate. I’m treading so lightly with every interaction I have with Eden that I haven’t even told him about Tek and I yet. AndIwant to be the one to tell him.
Tek thinks it should be him, but I just don’t see how that would possibly end well.
A week ago I called a meeting between Tek, Eden, and Reeze, with myself as mediator. The second Eden walked into the shop he started running his mouth about the painted over mural, the framed sketches on the wall, and the line of slippers laid out bythe door. He kicked one pair clear across the floor, and it wasn’t until I picked them up and calmly walked them back over to him, that he agreed to put them on.
The tension was so high it was like the whole room was full of set jell-o and we were suspended in it as the three of us waited for Reeze. Tek had already apologized to Eden over the phone, but this was their first time seeing each other again. And still, it was Reeze’s arrival that worried me the most. They both said they wanted him back. They both agreed to be on their best behavior. But there’s no way I could hold back the pair of them if the sight of him flicked a switch and their blood lust took over.
My stress was all in vain, though, because Reeze calmed the pressure like a force of nature. Strong, and silent, but in a way so different to Tek and Eden. He cut through the bullshit. He made no excuses about what he had done with Shawn, and he seemed genuinely happy for Eden and Jintae. But his acceptance didn’t make me feel better.
Eden talked about Jin.
Reeze announced he was seeing someone new.
And I had to just sit there, witnessing their joy, with my own boyfriend in the seat next to me and I couldn’t acknowledge it. Couldn’t touch his hand. Couldn’t even look at him for too long in case one of them picked up on it, jeopardising the peace that had just been established.
But that changes today.
A lot of shit is going to change today.
In two weeks, the quaint existence that Tek and I have created will no longer exist.
The shop won’t just be me and him, with Liv popping in uninvited every second day. It’ll be chaos. Three chairs, three clients, me, and a steadily increasing stream of walk-ins shopping the sketches for sale. And Iwill notallow myself to wilt in that melee.
Today, I am going to tell my brother that Tek and I are in a relationship.
Today, the sunwill notgo down without everyone who matters knowing…
We aren’t that far inland, but it feels like a different world. The long expanse of highway leading towards the Washington mountains stretches out in front of us, and even on this gloomy day, the sporadic houses look happier to be here.
Back in the newly renovated van, we cruise along until the sign for Daintree comes into view, and my chest whirrs with adrenaline.
Tek veers to the right, and the trees thicken before opening up to more densely packed housing. Then it’s only a few more minutes until we’re at the traffic lights, waiting to turn onto the main street of Daintree.
The town is a lot more quaint than Broadrock, though I suppose it has to be. It’s too far from the coast and not close enough to the mountains, so what it lacks in location it makes up for with charm.
“Fuck. They actually showed up,” Tek huffs in disbelief when he pulls into the small parking lot beside Treetop Tea House Cafe.
