Page 101 of Let's Get Textual

“Well, I guess we’re on our own for a bit. Want to see our room?”

“Lead the way.”

We grab our bags and head up the stairs, Marshmallow in tow. Zach leads us over the landing I saw through the window and I pause to catch a glimpse of the outside.

The view from the landing is gorgeous. Their yard is massive and beyond that is a line of trees, brown and orange, the colors of fall. It’s like something straight out of a painting.

“I think I love it here.”

“Beautiful, huh?”

I nod and he grabs my hand, tugging me up the rest of the stairs. We turn off at the first door on the right.

“This is us. I don’t have my own room, so we’re staying in the guest room.”

There’s a massive bed in the center of the room with a lilac comforter across it. An older, worn dresser sits off to the side and a few paintings of flowers hang on the walls.

“Did you pick the comforter?”

He slides his eyes my way in warning as he lets Marshmallow out of his cage. “Don’t even start.”

“So you love lilac, huh?”

“Delia…”

“It’ssucha hot color, Zach.”

He stalks toward me and I retreat until the bed hits the backs of my knees. He’s right in front of me, that devilish grin of his plastered across his lips. He gently lays a hand on my chest and pushes me back.

I land on the bed and he crawls on top of me.

“You’re a shit starter, Delia.”

“And you fall for my bait every single time.”

“If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was ask.”

“Kiss me, Zach.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s fulfilling my request. His lips are gentle and unhurried. Then they aren’t, now hard and fast, his tongue sliding against mine as his hips begin to rock into me.

I use my hands to explore him, running my fingers through his hair and down his broad shoulders. I push my way under his shirt, lightly raking my nails down his back. His hand disappears under my shirt, fingertips ghosting along my skin until he has a handful of boob.

His fingers play at my nipple and I let out a soft moan. My hands push at his shorts until his erection springs free. I wrap my hand around his length, stroking him until I have him panting in my ear, knowing he’s right on the edge of release.

He springs up, his mouth set in a grim line, glaring at the foot of the bed where Marshmallow sits, staring at us both.

I snicker as Zach mutters and pulls his shorts back up.

“He touched my ass cheek, Delia. Your hand was on my dick and he touched my fucking ass cheek.”

I shake with laughter, tears running down my cheeks as I watch Zach stand there and glare at an innocent baby goat.

“Stop laughing! This isn’t funny!”

“Oh, Zach, that’s where you are dead wrong. It’s hilarious!”

Huffing and puffing, he storms out of the bedroom, flinging the door shut behind him. I continue to lie there on the bed, laughing.

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