She tries to bring her hand back to my dick, but I stop her, holding her wrist. “Riley.”
“And jealousy looks good on you.” She slides her hands through her cleavage, grabbing her breasts and moaning at the touch.
“Riley.” I continue saying her name as an Ave Maria that will save me. How did we go fromwe can’t be moretoI don’t want herwith anyone elseto her thinking I didn’t want to be seen with her, to her touching herself in my truck?
I can’t say no to her, so I pull her onto my side, her legs straddling me as she moans, grinding her sex on me. I want to bottle up those sounds, this feeling, the way she looks all red and ready in front of me.
She holds my face, stopping her movements and looking me in the eyes with those crystal clear blues. “Is this too much? Am I too much? I’m all over the place, so youcansay no, you know?”
“You are not, and this is not. I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you, though.”
She smiles, biting her lower lip. “Oh, baby, I think I’m willingly looking for it. Just let me down gently if I ever become too much, okay?”
“You won’t.” I tuck a strand of her golden hair behind her ear.
She swallows hard, blinking the sadness she hides behind her pretty smiles away. “Eventually, I will. It’s who I am. But enough about that. Why don’t you use some of that jealousy and remind my pussy who it belongs to?”
I file away theeventually, I will partfor another time so I can assure her she’s not, but instead of having the conversation now, I crack a smile.
Gladly.
29FIRST WEEK OF CAMP
Riley
The camp’senergy is off the charts. Yesterday, instead of my morning run, Dom and I went to help in the main house and get everyone situated. There was some sort of issue with the permit for the Mess Hall, someone quit, and then Griffin showed up, and Lilly has been on my ass about it. But overall, it’s been good.
It feels good.
The kids give this place its energy back, and we’re only missing Willa, who said she would come if she was needed, but Lilly hasn’t asked her yet—waiting to see if we can pull it off without having her move her life just for the summer. It’s as complete as it’ll feel without Mom and Dad here. It’s crazy to think about them not being here anymore—not because I don’t believe it, but because they’re in the bones of this place.
Although Dad’s heart lived on the east side with the cattle, summer camp was where Mom’s was. This place is lifeless without them, and the kids add the spark back. We need to make it.
For them.
It’s late, but the art supplies are finally being delivered, and I wait by the shed, hyping myself up about this whole thing. Yes, yes, I’ll have to stay up to organize them, but I did it. I ordered them, they will be here, I’ll organize them, and Lilly will give me a pat in the back, a good job, and maybe a smile for good measure. I’m hoping Dom finishes soon, and he can—eek!
I’m off the ground before I can finish my sentence.
“Do you have a carrying kink? What is it with you and picking me up all the time?” I ask him as he chuckles, putting me back on my feet.
He spins me, turning me to face him, his beautiful eyes locking on mine, and I swear, I see a flicker of something more than lust in them. I don’t let myself go there in case it’s all in my head. There’s no way he feels like that, right? I’m too flighty and wild and chaotic, and he’s all measured, confident, and steady.
“Oh, I get it. You like sweeping me off my feet, huh?” I wink, hoping for a smile, which he freely gives. I lace my fingers behind his neck, peering up at him through my lashes. “Miss me?”
“Nah.” He tsks.
“Yeah, right.”
He dips to kiss my cheek, his beard tickling me before his lips touch. “I did.”
He doesn’t need to pick me up literally; he has me swooning simply by freaking existing.
I pull him to me, kissing his lips before taking a step back and leaving some space between us. I know how he feels about people knowing about us, whatever this is, and I don’t want him to be uncomfortable. Especially when two bouncing bright lights shine near us as the roar of an approaching delivery truck intensifies.
“Thank you for coming. It would have taken me forever to take care of this on my own.”
“No problem.”
