"Then, I've been here all day." She winks. Her new camera sits on the seat next to her.
"Have you taken any pictures?" I ask, nodding to the camera.
"Only a few thousand." She laughs and tips her beer back. I see the way her lips wrap around the bottle, and I wish they were on me.
"Happy to see me?" She nods down to my noticeable bulge. Damn it.
"Always." I attempt to adjust myself.
"Let's take care of that."
What?
She pulls me by my trunks and starts untying them. I might come apart just by the mere thought of her lips wrapped around my dick. I grab her elbow and pull her to a standing position, leading her down the stairs because no one is watching her but me. She pushes my back into the wall and falls to her knees. Before I can take a moment to process, she takes my length between her lips. If I take one look at her, I'm done. She takes me in and out, and I feel my entire body shuttering. I can barely breathe as she takes one last thrust into her mouth.
She gets to her feet and plants a kiss on my mouth as I am still trying to form words.
"You want a beer?" She chirps and runs up the stairs leaving me to get my shit together. I finally get my shorts back up and feel like walking. As I reach the top of the stairs, I see her, standing looking down at her phone, a single tear falling from her eyes. What is going on?
"Blake?"
She sobs, falling to her knees as her phone falls to the deck. Something is wrong. I drop down to the ground and pull her into my shoulder, holding her head steady with my hand. I pull her away to look at her.
"What is it, what happened?" I plead.
"I have to go home. Now."
CHAPTER 18
BLAKELY
No sound.Again.
I see Judson moving around me, grabbing my things, rushing me to the house. I haven't even told him what is going on. He doesn't care. He's doing what he does, saving me. He storms through the door of the house, grabbing some of my things, my purse. I just stand there frozen. He opens the car door for me and throws my bag in the back. The words across the screen of my phone are burned into my head.
It's Dakota. There's been an accident. It's not good. You need to get here.
Here I am again. Cold, shivering, not knowing how to feel, what to feel. Judson reaches in the backseat and hands me a Duke sweatshirt. Duke? Did he go to Duke?
What is wrong with me? Dakota is hurt or possibly worse, and I'm thinking about Judson.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, breaking the silence.
"I don't know what to do." The guilt comes rushing into me, and I'm instantly nauseous.
"Then talk to me. It may help to let it out." He responds.
He is driving like a damn NASCAR driver, which isn't helping my sickness.
"It's Dakota. Cami sent a text that he was in an accident. She said it's not good." I don't think he knows what to say.
"Okay, well, we will get you there as fast as we can, and you can see what is going on."
So, Judson is taking me to see my unspecified Dakota. This has trouble written all over it.
"You don't have to do this." I am half hoping he decides to leave this alone.
"I know I don't have to." He pulls the car off the exit and into the parking lot at the airport.