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She doesn’t have to finish her sentence. I know exactly why she missed the call. Because we spent the whole day together in bed, trading orgasms.
Irritation flares in my chest, but I keep it at bay.
“Do you want him calling you?” Regardless of my jealousy, I’m not the boss of Twyla. She can do what she wants. But if this loser is bugging her when she doesn’t want to be bothered, that’s a different story.
She shakes her head. “No. I told him last time to leave me alone.”
Decision made.
I hold out my hand. “Accept the call and give me your phone.”
Her bottom lip trembles, but she does what I ask, placing the phone face up in my palm.
I bring it to my ear and hear a guy say, “Finally. Twyla, I—”
“Hey, Mathew?” I don’t bother waiting for him to reply. “Twyla made it clear the last time you guys spoke that she doesn’t want you bothering her, so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop harassing her and lose this number.”
“Who is this?” he says.
“Someone who will do what it takes to make sure her loser ex, who’s probably just now figuring out what he lost, doesn’t make it any harder for her to move on with her life. That’s a promise. Don’t make me make good on that promise, Mathew. You won’t like it.”
I click End on the call and hold the phone back out to Twyla, who’s staring at me with a strange expression I can’t decipher. Hopefully she’s not pissed at me. She had to know when she handed me the phone that I wasn’t going to have a heart-to-heart with the guy.
“Thank you,” she says in a soft voice and slides the phone out of my hand.
“You’re welcome. Make sure you let me know if he gives you any more trouble.”
She nods and slides the phone into her backpack.
When we walk again, Twyla is noticeably quieter than she was before Mathew’s call. Jesus, is she thinking about that asshole? But a few minutes later, I second-guess that being the reason for her quiet contemplation when we come across a particularly big tree. It has to be at least ten or twelve feet wide.
There are no rails on the side of the dirt path here, so Twyla steps off to examine the tree closer. “It’s insane to me how big these trees are.” She walks the circumference of the tree until she ends up on the side that faces away from the path.
I follow her. “I know. Think of how many hundreds and thousands of years some of these have been here.”
When I reach her, she turns to face me. “You know, I’ve always wanted to fool around outdoors.”
Her words are like a shot of adrenaline to my dick. “Is that right?”
“Mmmhmm.” She nods and walks to me before rising up on her tiptoes.
I bend and kiss her, pulling her in closer. Her hand slides between us and squeezes my cock that’s rapidly growing in size.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, glancing up and around to make sure no one is around.
Even if they were, you can’t see the trail from where we are on the other side of this big tree. The forest is quiet, with only the rustle of a faint breeze and the occasional sound of a bird or a twig snapping as something makes its way across the forest floor.
Without answering, Twyla drops to her knees, leaving no doubt as to what she has in mind. I let my backpack slide down my arms and deposit it on the forest floor. She licks her lips as she pulls down the waistband of my sports shorts until they slide down to my ankles. I pull my T-shirt up and hold it under my chin because I want to see every second of this. Twyla’s hand drifts up over the ridges of my lower abdomen before going back down to palm my erection through the cotton of my boxer briefs. I groan while my hips jerk forward of their own accord. Then finally she pulls the briefs down and my cock springs free.
Fuck, how many times have I imagined this exact scenario? Somehow, the reality of having Twyla on her knees in front of me is a thousand times better than all my dirtiest fantasies combined.
The moment she trails her tongue from the bottom to the top of my cock, then grips the base, she has my full attention. The forest could be burning down around us and I wouldn’t be able to look away.
This is the first time she’s given me head. I’ve been too focused on giving her as many orgasms as possible and not on myself. But I am not complaining now. I’m happy to take what she wants to give.
She sucks the head of my cock between her lips. I swear I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. Her eyes flick up to watch my reaction and I imagine that what she sees is a man in awe of what’s going on in front of him.
When she pumps me with the hand at my base and sucks on the head again, a small groan leaves my lips. She repeats the motion several times and I bring my hand to the back of her head, gripping her ponytail.
