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He pulls the sheet down from over my breasts and leans in to suckle my nipple. I toss the book to the floor and bring my hand up to his head.
“I consider what we did last night part of wooing. How’d I do?” Chase bites my nipple then soothes the pain with a few swipes of his tongue.
“A plus, but I think I might need a refresher this morning.”
Chase makes his way down my body, dragging his tongue to the edge of the sheet before he pushes the sheet all the way off. He climbs over me, using his shoulders to spread my thighs, situating himself between them. “I pride myself in always putting my full effort into anything I do. Let’s see if I can make more of a lasting impression this time.”
He parts me and swipes his tongue from top to bottom while I moan. And he’s right—the impression he makes isn’t one that will leave me for a long, long time.
Twenty-Two
Chase
Tuesday is another rest day for me, and knowing we can’t spend another full day in bed together, I suggest to Twyla that we head over the bridge to Muir Woods. I mean, I could easily spend another day in bed with Twyla, but I don’t want her thinking my only interest in her is her pussy.
The woods aren’t far, and I like to go there when the pace of the city feels like too much. Spending time in nature is always soul soothing, and sharing it with Twyla will make it that much better.
I lend Twyla one of my extra backpacks, and we pack water and snacks and head out. It’s pretty busy at the trailhead, but once we’ve been walking for half an hour, the crowds thin out until we can’t see anyone ahead or behind us on the trail. Perfect. The massive redwoods soar high over us, and the scent of the forest relaxes me as always.
“What are you up to for the rest of the week?” I ask.
“I volunteer at the school for the first time tomorrow, so I’m looking forward to that. It’s not the same as teaching, but it will be a nice way to spend some of my time while I’m here.”
The mention that she’s not here permanently is a good reminder for me not to get too invested in whatever this is. I’m probably a rebound for Twyla, seeing as she recently got out of an engagement, and I need to remember she has a life on the other side of the country.
“I’m sure all the kids will love you.”
“Here’s hoping. I don’t usually have any problems with that, but sometimes some kids hold out and have a chip on their shoulder for one reason or another. It just makes me work that much harder to figure out what’s going on with them and how I can help.”
I smile at the dirt ground. I’ve never seen Twyla with her students, but I can imagine that she’s an amazing teacher. She’ll make an amazing mother one day.
I stop walking for a second at that thought. Why the hell am I thinking about what kind of mother Twyla will be?
“You okay?” she asks, and I look into her doe eyes peering at me.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “They’re lucky to have you. I’ve been meaning to bring up the subject of your brother.”
Twyla’s steps slow. “What about him?”
I stop and turn to face her. “Do you think we should tell him what’s going on with us? It already felt like a betrayal before we slept together. Now…”
She thinks about it for a moment and shakes her head. “It’s none of his business. I’m an adult. Besides…”
She doesn’t need to finish her sentence for me to know what she was going to say. We don’t even know what this is or how long it will last. Likely, just the duration of her time in California. Then she’ll go home with a clear head, having had some rebound sex and put her ex behind her, ready to pick up her life where she left it—minus the broken heart.
I pull the baseball cap off my head, fix my hair, and put it back on. “Okay, it’s your call.”
“I don’t want to tell him.” Her voice is firm.
I nod. I don’t feel good about her decision, but I’ll respect it just the same.
We come to where the trail veers off in several directions. We look at the map to choose one that isn’t too long or changes elevations too much—since today is a rest day for me—and head on our way.
We’ve been on the trail for about half an hour when Twyla’s phone rings inside her bag.
“I’m surprised you even got a signal here,” I say while she takes off the backpack and locates her phone.
When she pulls it out, her face goes blank. “It’s Mathew,” she says in a monotone voice then looks at me. “I don’t know what to do. I saw that he called yesterday too, but I missed the call because…”
