Page 69 of Conception
“Camera’s all good. If the weather holds, there’s another place I can think of taking you tomorrow.”
She’s watching me warily.
So I wag my eyebrows in her direction. “Though perhaps I might want to check a map and see where all the sweet caves in Tennessee are first.”
“You can’t contain yourself. You’re just dying to say it, aren’t you?” she asks, and I try not to smirk.
“What’s that?” She’s going to have to spell it out. Because yes, I do want to say it; she just has to ask for.
She steals my thunder by saying it for me. “Told you so. Ugh, it’s annoying how right you always are.”
“Hey, when it comes to fucking, never bet against me.”
Amelia raises an eyebrow and places a hand on her hip. “Pretty sure we had the same amount of experience before we started our little tryst this summer.”
“Babe, you’ve got me there, but you’re forgetting one thing.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
I stalk towards her and box her in on the wall behind her. “Teenage boys have very wild imaginations.”
It’s true. Even back when I thought sex was just dry-humping until a girl got “the feeling,” as Gwen called it, or a guy’s dick leaked creamy fluid, I still had fantasies about when, where, and how a guy could get a girl into doing said dry-humping with him. Imagine how I was when I learned that real sex was actually penetrationandthat it didn’t only have to be in the pussy.
My imagination ran wild.
Only now, being here with Amelia, do I finally feel a desire to act on all those late-night teenage boy fantasies. And I want to start right fucking now.
Hell, I never want to stop.
Stop, Knox. No future.Something tells me I’m going to have to pound those two words into my head for the remainder of the summer.
Something else tells me I should just rip the duct tape off and ask Amelia if there’s any way there’s a snowball’s chance in hell she’d be interested in more.
“Well then. What’d do you say you take me back home and enlighten me on just how wild those imaginations can be.”
Come again?
My heads jolts up and I see her lips curved into a wry smile, and my cock inflates. Greedy little bastard. See—pretty girl, mention of sex, instant hard-on. It’s a pretty standard formula.
She grabs my hand and drags me towards the entrance of the cave, where a deluge of rain continues to fall.
Amelia pushes me back and then surprises me when she falls to her knees. With hungry eyes, she gazes up at me. “Or, while we wait out the storm, how about we see what I’ve been imagining?”
And just like that, cock overrides heart. Any fleeting thoughts of changing our plans fly out the fucking window.
For now.
Because it’s too soon to tell Amelia that what I’ve been imagining isn’t just her in my bed for the rest of our lives.
It’s her for the rest of my life.
I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to admit it.
I WASN’T LYING WHEN Isaid it’s annoying that Knox always seems to be right. It’s just, in this particular instance, I was more annoyed because ofwhyhe was right.
I told Knox it was impossible to have sex in a cave. He countered that it was entirely possible. He didn’t warn me, though, that what he was about to embark upon was not sex. Because it wasn’t.
No, what Knox just did to me in this cave can only be considered… Hell, I don’t know if there’s a word for it. Worship is much too reverent; admiration much too understated. It was some sort of cross between ultimate fucking and slow, deliberate torture.
