Always You(30)

“For your information, I’ve been told I’m pretty damn good at it,” I said nonchalantly.

“By who? Toby, the seventeen-year-old sexpert?” she sniggered.

I glowered at her. Okay, so maybe the source of my praise wasn’t that reliable, but I still knew my way around a penis.

“But seriously, that’s totally gross. I could never put one of them in my mouth. Ugh.” She screwed up her nose. “I much prefer vagina.”

“So you’ve never...”

“Nope. I’ve had sex with a couple of guys, but not that. I much prefer the female body. I have no problem going down on a girl, but a guy? Hell, no. You couldn’t pay me enough to do that shit.”

“So, what’s it like?” I couldn’t believe what I was asking. My curiosity had gotten the better of me.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“Going down on a girl.” I blushed as Kass’s eyes lit up.

She giggled, loving my embarrassment. “Ha, I knew you’d ask that! It’s hard to explain.” She thought for a moment. “Chicks are so soft, and usually somewhat tame, and we have three different places we can orgasm. That leaves a lot of room for... exploration. Personally I think all chicks secretly want a lesbian experience, because it’s so freaking sexy. Running your tongue along the opening of a vagina is one of the most erotic things I can think of...God I can’t even explain. Its really something you need to try to understand.”

I laughed. “Sure, I’ll keep that in mind.”





Chapter Nineteen


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Dalton

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Two more weeks.

Two more weeks and my contract would be over, Wrenn would be finished with school, and we could be together. God, how I wished it was all that easy. I wished like hell that after those final two weeks, things would be better. But the real issue was never going to go away.

Things were never that easy. Not for me. I needed to tell her. It was such an ass move, letting her fall in love with me without letting her know the truth. Especially after everything she’d gone through. She deserved the best. And maybe I could give her that. Maybe I couldn’t.

I sighed and scrolled through the job listings in front of me. Layna had hinted that there might be another contract opening up for next year. Somehow I doubted that offer would still be on the table once she found out I’d been sneaking around with her niece.

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It was Friday evening. I’d just sent Wrenn a text to arrange where we were going to meet the next day. I wanted to do something special for her, so I had booked a cabin by Forest Lake, two hours north—far enough away so we could completely relax and enjoy each other. Seeing her with that dick in the restaurant had made me realize that I couldn’t just push my feelings aside.

The sight of her with another guy had made me more angry and frustrated than I’d ever been. Following her to the bathroom and dragging her into that storage room? That was stupid. Anyone could have seen us, but the need to have her, to touch her, was far stronger than the warning bells going off in my head.

My phone beeped on the coffee table. I reached over for it.

Sounds wonderful. Can’t wait to see you.

I smiled and texted back.

I wish you were here right now. Some of the things I want to do to you . . .

She replied right away.

Really? I’d like to know exactly what you want to do to me . . .

I chuckled, kicking off my shoes and lying back on the sofa as I texted back.

I’m not texting you that. You’ll have to wait, and maybe someday you’ll find out.

I waited for her to reply. Ten minutes passed, and no response. I’d all but given up when there was a soft knock on the door. I jumped up. Who the hell would be knocking on my door at ten at night? Unlocking the latch, I opened the door, my mouth dropping open.

Wrenn. My beautiful, sexy Wrenn. My gaze traveled down over her low-cut sweater and tight jeans that hugged her curves. She smiled at me. I swallowed, my mouth so dry.

“Are you going to let me in before or after we get caught?” she whispered.

I flushed and opened the door wide enough for her to squeeze through. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. “And why aren’t you wearing a jacket? You must be freezing!”

She laughed. “I’m fine.” Her green eyes narrowed. “So, we were talking about what you wanted to do to me?”

I laughed, my arms finding their way around her waist. Having her there, inside my apartment, was such a bad idea, but I couldn’t resist that smile, or the way those eyes sparkled at me. I reached up, my hand cradling her face, and tilted her lips to meet mine.

“You came here to find out what I want to do to you?” I laughed, my lips seeking hers.

She grinned and nodded.

“Then I’m not going to tell you. I’ll show you.”

“I like the sound of that,” she whispered.

I lifted her arms until they were resting on my neck, my fingers gently running under her sweater, over her soft skin. She breathed in heavily. My lips melted against hers as my tongue slipped into her mouth, curling around her own. She tasted so amazingly sweet that I felt myself harden as I thought about my mouth touching other parts of her body.