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It takes him only a few strokes to push me over the edge, my cum spilling over his hand and onto his jeans.
“Fuck,” I say, collapsing onto him, my breath unsteady.
“Feel better?” he asks, and I nod, gulping down air.
“I do. I mean, I’ll be ready to go again in like two minutes if you want to fool around again.”
He lets out a laugh. “I’m too old for that shit.”
But I feel him hardening in his pants once more, and I glare at him, brow raised.
I know he’d be willing to give it another go. I think he’s just as horny as me, but he’s repressed it for ages because he’s been so sexually unsatisfied. I get it, living with the disappointment. But I’m going to change things for him. I am going to show him what it feels like to ascend.
Just as I’m about to convince him to move into the trailer with me and give it another go, his phone buzzes, and I see Joshua’s name pop across the screen. My heart drops.
Of course,nowhe decides to text his dad.
For fuck’s sake.
Grey’s face pales. For a minute, he forgot who I was to his son and now he’s remembering.
I stuff myself back into my pants and move to the passenger side. My cum is still on him, but he’s wiping his hand on his shirt before picking up his phone.
I don’t want to see his disappointment, or shame, or whatever else he’s got in that muddled head of his, so I just slide out of the truck and start hooking shit up. This campground doesn’t have showers, so we will be using the small one inside the trailer. Probably means we won’t be able to shower together, the thing is too damn small.
But it doesn’t even matter because Joshua’s text probably means that Grey is going to run scared in the opposite direction, leaving me to chase after him…again. I’m back at square one.
Fuck.
I’m in a mood when he finally appears. He looks a little more put-together, not the sexy sloppy mess he was earlier, but he’s quiet and won’t look at me.
“You okay?” I ask, and he just grunts a response.
I bite back a snarky remark as we hook up the water and the sewer. When we’re done, I don’t bother waiting for him to grunt at me some more. I move inside the trailer and grab my sketchbook. I just need some space, and I think he needs some too.
“Going for a walk,” I tell him, not even looking back at him.
I don’t want to see it on his face.
The regret.
I’d rather remember how he came apart beneath me. I’ll take that with me for now.
ChapterEleven
Grey
Guilt. I feel it most days. I never feel good enough. Never do enough. Never fuckingenough. But for those few minutes with Quinn, I felt light, like I was his entire world.
But now the guilt is back.
Joshua.
I stare down at the picture my son sent me.
He doesn’t usually send me shit, but he did for some reason, and my heart felt really fucking full. But then I remember what I’ve been doing with his best friend and cringe.
Goddammit, why does it have to behim?
