Page 60 of Falling Into Forever
She drops her gaze and shakes her head.
“Are you telling me you haven’t participated in Lemon Fest since I left?”
The hard line of her lips tells me I’m right.
“Oh, Sayls.” Sadness infiltrates those two words like a painful harmony.
My mind flashes back to our last Lemon Fest together. We’d won the Cherry Pie competition. We’d dominated most of the games that year because we were so in sync.
Acid rolls around in my gut as her words from the other night take shot after shot at my heart.Your life kept playing out on social media, and I…I stopped living.
Clasping her hand in mine, I walk us to the table with the fewest number of people and take a seat. She eventually slides in next to me.
A piece of hair keeps falling into her face, so I tuck it behind her ear. My heart gallops every time my skin touches hers. “It’s time to start living again, and that starts today,” I say like I’m sharing a secret. “Plus, I want you to remember how good I am with my tongue.”
Her skin flushes crimson, and not from the hives.
Yeah, she’s remembering all right.
Cassie drops a plate in front of me with a wide smirk.
“Traitor,” Saylor hisses, but it only makes Cassie’s eyes dance with mirth.
“Tough love, babe. That’s what I’m here for.”
Saylor crosses her arms over her chest and pouts as we wait for everyone to get a plate.
“Ready?” Cassie calls after a beat. “Go.”
With heat in my veins and dirty thoughts in my mind, I get to work. I hover above the cream and part it with my tongue, searching for a cherry.
“Disqualified,” Cassie calls out. I lift my chin to confirm it’s not me, then plunge my tongue deeper.
When it hits fruit, I stretch my tongue as far as it will go, trying to scoop the cherry from underneath. As soon as I trap it, I sink my teeth in to lift it and turn a lust-filled gaze to Saylor.
Her flushed cheeks tell of memories not fit for public, and my cock reacts. I watch the flush work its way down the column of her neck, then lean in. Our lips touch, and I transfer the fruit using more tongue than necessary. Her body melts into mine.
We’re so close that the light freckles kissing the bridge of her nose stand out, and when I pull back, she sits frozen and wide-eyed with whipped cream on her lips and chin.
“I’ve missed you, Sayls. So, damn much.” Her nostrils flare. “Eat the cherry, sweetheart. Then spit the pit. People are watching.”
She snaps out of a trance I hope is sexual in nature because there’s nothing I want more than to show her how well I remember her body.
Her jaw works as she eats the fruit, and I go back to searching.
The second one takes me longer, but three more people are disqualified by the time I catch it.
With the cherry between my teeth, I say, “Come here, Sayls. I need your lips.” My voice is rough with need, and I love how her pulse surges in her neck as she leans in.
Her lips brush mine, and a low rumble vibrates in my chest. I wasn’t thinking about how my body would react to this game when I dragged her over here.
Saylor pulls away more quickly this time, but her face is scarlet, and I chuckle before heading back in.
The third and fourth go quickly, but the fifth one keeps slipping away.
“Hurry up, Dewey. Mom, that guy only has one left,” a child says in front of me with a slightly panicked voice.
“I’m trying, kid.” I glance over to find my competition. I’ve never seen him before, but based on his small cheering squad, I’m assuming he lives here.
