Just My Type(78)

“Cute sweatshirt,” I tell her with a smile, even though seeing the Hastings Pumpkin Farm logo on the front makes it feel like someone is ripping my heart right out of my chest.

Her smiles brightens even more as she holds the door open for me, and I move inside the house.

“Well, the reopening is next week. Might as well get in the spirit early.”

Yep, just dig right on in there and rip that sucker our nice, and slow, and painful.

“God, it’s so much fun,” she continues as we move toward the living room. “The whole town shows up, and everyone just hangs out, eating and drinking all day.”

She’s finally mentioning the reopening of the farm. Maybe… maybe that’s a good sign. Maybe she still wants me to go with her.

Maybe you’re an idiot, because she’ll be living there for the reopen, not visiting. She’s not planning on asking you to move there. Fuck… why isn’t she asking me to move there?

But maybe she still wants me to go. Maybe she still wants me to get to know the place, because it’s not bullshit. There are planes, and cars, and there’s nothing stopping me from visiting her as much as I can.

“So, I’m just going to spit it out. I’m going to White Timber tomorrow. I switched mine and Lincoln’s tickets to tomorrow,” Ember says as soon as we enter the living room.

There’s a rushing sound in my ear, and I wonder if it’s all the blood leaving my body, because I feel like I’m going to fucking pass out. I’m glancing around the room, trying to process what she’s saying, and all I see are boxes. Fucking boxes. Stacked against the wall under the window, next to the TV stand, and halfway down the hall.

She switched hers and Lincoln’s tickets, but not mine… not mine.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you until now,” she says in a rush, my eyes focusing on one particular box in the middle of a stack that says Lincoln’s Clothes in black, scribbled Sharpie. “It’s been kind of hectic around here.”

She’s already packed his things. She’s already packed a lot of things. Which makes sense, since she’s fucking leaving tomorrow.

“I just…. I know the reopening on the farm isn’t until next week, but I want to see Clint and Brooklyn alone before the reopening. Without all the people, and the chaos, and the distractions.”

And without me. A person, a chaos, and a distraction. A distraction that is making you nervous right now, instead of happy as hell because you can finally go home, where you need to be.

Ember is licking her lips and fidgeting as she looks up at me. I still haven’t said one fucking word this entire time, and I feel like an asshole for making her nervous. She’s probably waiting for me to lose my shit. Or make a joke about how I can distract her with fun chaos, because I just so happened to have named my dick Chaos.

“No, I totally get it. That makes sense.” I nod, even though it doesn’t make any fucking sense at all and I really do want to lose my shit.

But she doesn’t deserve that. She deserves to have everything she’s ever wanted and be happy. That’s all I’ve been trying to do this entire time is make her happy, and I just have to accept the fact it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to make her fight and choose to stay. I have to be okay with that, because nothing else matters to me but her happiness.

“Where’s Lincoln?” I ask, closing the distance between us and finally touching her.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me, her hands immediately coming up to rest against my chest, and the fidgeting and the nerves quickly disappear.

“Shockingly, he’s with Brandon,” she tells me, her hands sliding up to clasp together behind my neck. “He picked him up from his last day of school to take him back to his place for the rest of the day. He’s bringing him back after dinner.”

It’s only three. That gives us at least a few hours. A few hours for me to let her know it’s okay. That I get it, and I’m okay with her decision. Even if I’m not.

“So what you’re saying is, we’re completely alone in this house?” I ask, forcing my mouth to twitch with a smile.

“One hundred percent alone.” Ember nods. “Ron Jeremy isn’t even here to silently judge us from his cage.”

We share one last smile before both of us move at the same time, shedding clothes, tossing them, and letting them land wherever, and then quickly coming back together, kissing and falling back onto the couch with a laugh. I make myself forget about the fact that this might be the last time I get to be with Ember like this for who knows how long. We kiss, and we touch, and we laugh, and we act like it’s just any other day where we’re able to steal some alone time in a rarely empty house.

Eventually, I’m on my back and Ember is straddling my thighs, her mouth and her hand moving quickly up and down my cock. It’s the best way to help me forget all my troubles, because her mouth should be an illegal weapon. Leaning forward and grabbing her under the arms, I pull her away as she makes an adorable, annoyed growl, rolling us over and positioning myself between her thighs.

“Keep your eyes on me, Tink,” I tell her, immediately thrusting all the way into her.

She lets out a gasp, and both of her hands smack down on my ass. I love that goddamn gasp she makes every single time I first push into her, like she’s still surprised by how good it feels. And Christ, does it feel good.