Page 118 of The Illicit Play
She looks up, gazing at the twinkling dot. We have a small window of sky above us, the trees creating a frame, and as the night sky darkens, that patch is going to bepeppered with stars. It’s going to be beautiful, and I wonder if we should hike back to the lake so we can get a decent view before tucking ourselves into the tent for our final night together.
Shit, I don’t want to go!
I’m not ready for this to end.
As if she can sense what I’m thinking, Blake kisses a line from my pec to my neck, obviously trying to distract me.
Shuffling around, she rolls on top of me, the hammock swinging in protest.
I softly chuckle, realigning her hips so she’s centered, her sweet tits pressing into my chest.
I pull the blanket up so it’s covering her back and protecting her from any bugs. We smell like insect repellent, but it’s worth it. She’s already been bitten a few times over the past few days, and I don’t want her getting any more.
“How am I going to leave this place?” she whispers, running her finger from the edge of my eye to the tip of my chin before leaning forward to kiss me.
I trail my hand up her spine, then cup the back of her head, holding her in place so I can kiss her longer, deeper… and not have to answer that question.
“I can’t do it,” she murmurs against my mouth. “I can’t go back.”
“Yes, you can.” I force myself to say what she needs to hear. Holding her face, I encourage her to look at me. In the fading light, I can still make out her face, but the darkness is stealing the details. “You’re strong enough to face anything. You’re smart and brave… and you can do this. You can face whatever is waiting for you back in Nolan and with your parents in Denver. You can do this.”
“I don’t want to.” Her words catch, and she sucks in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to face it all. I just want to stay here with you.”
My lips twitch in appreciation. It’s impossible not to smile. Oh man, I want that too! These past few days have been perfect, and I don’t know how I’m gonna go back either.
But one of us needs to be strong, right?
“Wily loves you, and so do your parents. Sure, they might be disappointed or annoyed, but they’re going to get over it. And this is your chance to come clean and figure out what you want foryou, not because you need to be the best at what your parents want. What doyouwant? What sets you on fire? This is your chance to pursue that, to fight for it and find out what makes you happy.”
“You make me happy,” she mumbles, then quickly kisses me before I can tell her that I’m not an option.
Our clock runs out tomorrow, the second we get back to Nolan.
I wish it didn’t have to be that way, but I don’t know if Wily will get what we’ve done out here. Maybe after Blake spills her news? Maybe once she’s confessed all and fought to pursue what she wants… then maybe she can fight for me too.
But not yet.
This has to be what we said it would be—a short-term thing.
As her tongue glides into my mouth and our bodies start to heat with that familiar flame, I hold her tighteragainst me and force myself not to think beyond this hammock, our little campsite, and this forest.
Right now, there can be nothing outside this space. No person, no place, no thing.
It’s just us, cocooned in this little oasis.
Blake starts to rock against me, my cock responding the way it’s been doing all week, and I know what’s coming.
“You sure?” I murmur between kisses.
“Yes. You want to?”
“Of course I do,” I mumble against her neck. “Just want to make sure you’re not too sore or anything.”
“Boy, you’re mine tonight, and I’m having you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I argue, sucking her shoulder and swallowing down a moan.
“You can’t hurt me, Grady,” she whispers before nibbling my earlobe, then rising so I can suckle her sweet tits the way she likes me to.
