My hands tighten on him. “I promise.”
He sighs and then leans his forehead against mine. “Good. You scared me back there.”
“I would never just leave you somewhere, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
He sighs. “Okay, yeah, me neither.”
He meets my gaze and smiles softly at me. “You take some getting used to, August. You’re not my normal.”
“Right back ‘atcha. Although there’s a sharper learning curve with you.”
“God, don’t I know it,” he says with a chuckle. “I still haven’t figured myself out. More power to you if you can manage it.”
I press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “We should get back to the cabin before they worry that we went and got lost again.”
Emery moves off my lap and then stares longingly at his discarded candy.
“Donotpick that up and put it back in your mouth,” I say. “Just open a new one instead.”
Emery sighs. “Perfectly good sucker, and it’s ruined. Although it was worth it.” He pulls the candy out of the cupholder and inspects it, and I half expect him to pop it right back in his mouth to spite me, but he doesn’t. He just sticks it in his bag and buckles up.
“Alright, take us home. I’m ready to just veg. And maybe we can put a blanket over our laps and mess around under the covers,” he says as he waggles his eyebrows at me. “But preferably not the loud crinkly blanket. Trust me, those things were not designed for masturbation.”
I shake my head and put the car in reverse.
“I think our definitions of discreet are different.”
“I don’t even know that word, so yeah. Totally different.”
CHAPTERSIX
EMERY
It’s our last full day together and this time at the cabin has been a dream. A blissful one. I’ve spent every available moment with August, having fun in the snow, relaxing, talking, and when we’re alone, making out like horny teenagers. Seriously, could life get any better? I mean, it would be nice if we didn’t have to sneak around and hide, but fuck, if it isn’t worth it.
I finally have August.
Speaking of, he’s sitting next to me in the hot tub––because of course this mansion has one right on the deck overlooking the slopes––and my leg is hooked around his under the water as we relax. I have plans to slip my hand between his legs soon because sitting next to him and not touching him is a feat of willpower I just don’t possess.
I reach back and unwrap a Jolly Rancher and slide it into my mouth. August watches me and his cheeks turn a deeper red than they already are, probably remembering what we did last night.
I’d snuck into his room after dark and found August lounging on his bed in just his briefs like some sort of Renaissance figure. I couldn’t even breathe he was so fucking hot. I was immediately sweating and gaping at him from across the room. I think I even drooled a little and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Then he’d risen from the bed like Lazarus and used his huge strong hands to push me against the wall. He kissed me so deep that when I finally came up for air, my Jolly Rancher was in his mouth.
It was inhisgoddamn mouth.
I run my foot up and down his leg and he wets his lips.
I lean toward him just an inch, trying to be subtle because our parents are right inside. I’m trying to respect August’s wishes, but damn, it’s so hard when all I want to do is crawl into his lap and smother him with my mouth…and other things.
“Thinking about it, aren’t you? You want one? It tasted good, huh?”
August looks away from me. “You tasted good.”
Oh lord, take me home. This is ridiculous. The things he says to me. He’s my wet dream. I come to thoughts of him in the middle of the night.
“Think we can sneak away for a bit? Because I had this idea and I want to experiment with the cotton candy….”
My words trail off when Thomas appears in my peripheral vision wearing his swim trunks. God, of course he is. He lives to ruin the moment. He ruinsallthe moments.