Page 49 of Homesick

Before I get back into cleaning mode, I head over to the bin Chris pulled down for me. I wrap my hands around each side of the lid and crack open the ancient box. I could’ve sworn I saw a cloud of dust rise from the musty clothing that’s been sitting in my closest for ages.

As soon as I swat the dust away, I spy a plain pair of blue jeans sitting on the top of the pile. I peel them off the other clothes and almost toss them in my donation pile before realizing it’s not just any ordinary pair of jeans. It’s my jean overalls.

Both corners of my mouth curl up into the perfect U shape. I go to grab my phone to snap a picture to send to Blake, but then I stop myself.

I have a much better idea in mind.

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I tap the wheel of my car nervously when I see Blake’s beat up truck pull down the little path to the creek. Butterflies are bubbling up in my stomach and I can feel my heart attempting to beat out of my chest.

This is dumb. Why am I nervous? I ask myself.

I look down at my outfit and play with the loose threads of the jean overalls I had just cut into shorts. It was quite the scene earlier when I was trying to fit my grown-up thighs into jeans I hadn’t tried on in years. I was so sure I was the same size until I heard a rip.

I quickly improvised and cut them off just below my butt. They were short enough for my ass to slightly peek out, which made me nervously pull them down as Blake approached. I’m attempting to be sexy, but that’s one area I’ve never been great at. I’m the type of girl who laughs during a heated moment and gets eye rolls in return from whoever the lucky guy is at the time.

As soon as Blake steps out of his truck, my pulse quickens. Before he can register what I’m wearing, he gives me a cute half smile. Soon enough, he takes in my whole outfit, and he does a double take. His eyes start at the soft white flesh of my thighs and slowly trail up until they land on the pigtails I added for fun.

Before I can make some dumbass comment for comedic relief, Blake quickly walks over to me. He takes his right hand and begins to trace the strap of my overalls all the way down to the narrow opening where I’ve managed to show some cleavage. His breath hitches when he realizes I’m completely naked underneath the jean fabric.

“Oh god, Wren,” he says before feathering light kisses on the edge of my jaw. “You’re killing me with this get-up.”

I swallow hard when I feel the stiffness in his jeans graze across my thigh. “You said you missed them. I didn’t know you missed them that much,” I joke before letting my hand stroke the skin right above his belt. He pushes himself into my thigh more and I let out a raspy moan in response.

“Kiss me,” I demand, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer.

Blake does as he’s told and molds his lips onto mine. I don’t waste any time opening my mouth to let him explore further. Between the cold surface from my car and the hot surface of Blake’s skin, goosebumps pepper up and down my body. I begin grinding into him, desperate to touch every inch.

I reach to take Blake’s shirt off, but he stops me. “Wait,” he whispers onto my lips. “Let’s go for a swim.”

My body protests at the chill I feel when he makes his way toward the creek. I stand in place for a moment, annoyed that he’s interrupted my fun. I pout for another second and proceed to follow him like a lost puppy.

Blake peels off his t-shirt and I feel my annoyance fade away at the sight of his toned back muscles. For the past two weeks we’ve been fooling around, I’ve yet to appreciate his matured body in the light of day. He’s grown up quite nicely and I was enjoying getting to reap the benefits of his new body.

Soon he’s unbuttoning his belt and throwing his jeans in the shaded grass. He goes to hook his thumbs around the waistband of his boxer briefs but stops and turns toward me. “Are you coming or are you going to stand there and stare at me all day?”

“Is that an option?” I cheekily question. He shakes his head and retraces his steps back to me. “No, it’s not,” Blake says before unhooking the right strap of my overalls.

Finally, it hits me that he’s about to see me naked in the daylight. “Umm, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. What if someone catches us?”

“Wren, we’ve gone skinny dipping in the creek plenty of times. What makes this any different?”

And just like that, I start to fold into myself. Suddenly, every negative comment I’ve ever made or heard others say about my body enters my mind. My eyes lower to the ground and I feel my smile melt into a frown.

Before I can look back up, Blake’s finger has hooked under my chin and is slowly lifting my eyes to his.

“Wren Grace Campbell, you are one of the kindest, smartest, and sexiest women I know. Every minute you let me touch you is something I will never take for granted. That being said, I would love to see every inch of you if you’ll let me.”

My breath catches and I feel my knees weaken at his words. My chest starts contracting in and out and the nervous fluttering in my stomach intensifies. I don’t say anything. All I do is smile and close my eyes as he continues to undress me.

As soon as I feel the jean material pool around my ankles, I open my eyes. Blake is still staring at me, but now his eyes are freshly painted with a new state of awe. “You’re . . . you’re so fucking beautiful, Wren.”

My skin heats at the intimate moment we’re sharing and suddenly I feel common sense knocking at the back of my brain. I have to get this back on track, I think before crashing my lips onto his.

Somewhere in the chaos, Blake has gotten rid of his last article of clothing and led us into the cool water of the creek. I jump at the temperature change, but keep my mind focused on the task at hand.

Once we’ve waded deeper into the water, I wrap my legs around Blake’s waist and let him pull me into his body. I can feel his cock gently tease my entrance and I’m reminded of the rule I made. I let my legs fall back into the water and Blake leans back from our kiss to send me a questioning look.

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