CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CAM
GROUP CHAT : CPK FOREVER
Me: Quick Poll: Hypothetically, can you break your vagina from too much sex?
Petra: SPILL IT! Every filthy detail required IMMEDIATELY.
Me: Lets just say my drought is now a full-on monsoon.
Katie: Twinsies! My Italian Stallion has my vajayjay begging for mercy. Shes all, Ciao bella, I need a personal day.
Petra: I hate you both. The only action Im getting is from my email notifications.
Katie: Give us everything. No holding back.
Me: Best sex of my whole fucking life. My boss is an orgasm wizard.
Petra: Some of us are trying not to fantasize about our bosses, okay?
Katie: Sorry How IS it going with the Bryce situation anyway?
Petra: No comment.
Katie: Cam? You still with us? CAMILA?
Petra: And shes gone. 100% getting railed again.
Katie: Cant blame her. Get it girl! WE HAVENT LEFT THE room in three days.
If someone had told me a week ago that Id be tangled up in bed with Reece Dare, watching Mission Impossible: Fallout while he absentmindedly traced patterns over my underwear, I would have laughed so hard Id need a rib replacement. And yet here I am. In his arms. In our little happy bubble where time doesnt exist, reality is on pause, and apparently, my vagina needs a PTO day.
The man has barely let me out of his sight. Or off this mattress. Or let me pee in peace. And while Ill let him do pretty much anything else to me in this room (and have, repeatedly) , bathroom time is still a sacred, solo mission. A girl needs boundaries. Por Dios!
His scentocean saltwater mixed with spicy ginger and sexhas become my new favorite fragrance. It clings to memy skin, my hair, my lipslike hes marking me from the inside out. Nestled against his side, my leg draped over his and his arm wrapped securely around me, the heat from his exposed chest seeps into my shirt. The way he holds on to me is a total turn-onnot needy, not demanding, just possessive. Like hes afraid if he doesnt keep a physical connection to me, Ill evaporate.
Im still trying to wrap my head around how much has changed between us in a matter of days. From a reluctant fake girlfriend to whatever this is. This surprisingly tender thing. All I know is that my heart soars every time his eyes lock on to mine.
The sheets are a twisted disaster zone of our making. My laptop balances on his lap, flickering light across his absurdly handsome face, the one I have, regrettably, now grown violently attached to. On screen, Tom Cruise is in full action mode, driving a motorcycle into oncoming traffic.
You ever think Ethan Hunt just wants to take a break?
Reece stops tracing the lazy circles on my thigh. What did you say?
I mean, the guy is always saving the world. What if, deep down, he wants to, I dont know, learn to play the ukulele? Or maybeI smirkpick up knitting?
Ethan Hunt doesnt do downtime. He does impossible. His idea of a relaxing weekend is disarming a nuclear bomb while hanging upside down from a helicopter.
Sounds like someone else I know, I say, poking him in the ribs.
He meets my eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting in that devastating half-smile. My toes curl. He leans down, pressing his lips against mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly veers into heated territory. His tongue slides against the seam of my lips, demanding entry Im all too happy to grant. Right as Im getting into it, the iconic action movie theme intensifiesand his attention snaps back to the screen.
Seriously? Tom Cruise over me?
We agreed on rest time, he reminds me, his eyes glued to the screen even as his hand gives my thigh a squeeze. This is me being the mature one and giving your perfect pussy a well-earned rest.
I settle back against his naked torso, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my cheek. How is this fake relationship feeling more real than any real one Ive ever had?
All right, keep watching. Its almost the chase scene.
Who knew that hidden beneath all that grump was this adorkable man-child who gets giddy over Tom Cruise action sequences?
Still, hes rightwe did agree to some rest time, and holy hell, we needed it. Because the romp-fest we had? Relentless. Ferocious. Mind-altering.
Bed? Obviously.
Shower? Slippery yet successful.
Sex swing? Five stars.
I cant get enough of the new Reece. The one whos uninhibited and ridiculously playfulwho performed Tom Cruises Risky Business dance routine, going full underwear slide, while being serenaded by those creepy mechanical birds and their pre-programmed mating calls.
Then the sock-sliding goofball transformed into a sex god in zero point five seconds, hoisting me into that hanging contraption with biceps and a ferocity Ive never seen.
He went to town on me, and Im still feeling not sure what you call it. Residual bliss? Phantom sensations? Whatever it is, this tingling aftermath is all his doing.
I look up andyephes still smiling. No trace of the signature scowl hes worn since the day we met. He hasnt stopped grinning, not even in his sleep. Its like hes been infected with some rare happiness virus, and apparently, Im the carrier.
The wildness. The joy. The heat. The absolute filthy things he whispers in my ear as hes buried deep inside me.
This Reece Dare is totally free and un-fucking-believably happy.
He turns and catches me staring. This scene is crucial to the plot, he says, tapping the screen. You need to focus so you dont miss important details.
But then Id miss out on the real actionwatching you watch the movie, I reply, tracing a finger along his jawline.
He passes me a stern look that would be more convincing if his lips werent twitching at the corners, fighting a grin. I redirect my attention back to the laptop, but my mind wanders.
All this time, I thought Reece was a tightly wound control freak with impossibly high standards, someone with a permanent grudge against happiness. But it turns out he was controlling himselfaround me. With that perspective, I rewatch every moment from the past two years like a brand-new directors cut. The fleeting smiles he tried to hide. The way his jaw clenched whenever I adjusted my shirt. Every frustrated sigh. Every unnecessary bark of criticism.
After the way hes completely ravaged me these past three days, its no wonder he struggled to hold back.
I am well aware there are big things to be discussed that we are neglecting. Such as Gordons contract extension and continuing to play Reeces fake girlfriendwhich I cant do because Im finally leaving to start my own channel. The resignation email I sent to Gordon hangs over me like a tropical storm. Reece has no idea I gave my two weeks notice way back before we got on the plane to Hawaii. He doesnt have a clue that while hes planning our fake relationship tour, Im planning my exit strategy.
No more morning routines.
No more sponsorship stunts.
No more jumping off things for clicks.
Its time to move on and make videos about important things. About people who need help. About places like Lahaina, still struggling to rebuild while tourists take fun sunset selfies at resorts half a mile away.
Its my callingthe path Ive always known I should take but kept putting off. No more. I will not let my insecurities convince me Im not good enough, not experienced enough, not ready enough. Reece has shown me that I am ready. That people absolutely want to hear what I have to say.
Still, I want to stay in this bubble with him a little longer. In this dream world where the only thing that exists is us and this bed and the ridiculous amount of pleasure we can wring from each others bodies. Where he makes me feel worshipped and cherished and so fucking sexy that I strut around in nothing but his rhino shirt as if Im JLo herself.
Because once we step outside this room, once I tell him about my resignation everything changes. And Im not ready to lose this version of Reeceplayful, tender, and openly affectionatenot when Ive just discovered it exists.
And then
DUH-DUH. DUH-DUH.
The movies theme song blasts through the speakersa sign if there ever was onethat Tom Cruise is about to do some dangerous shit.
This is it, the running scene!
I turn my attention to the screen where the action hero sprints so fast hes practically a blur.
He looks like hes trying to break the sound barrier.
Exactly! And you know he does all his own stunts, right? He doesnt use a stunt double. Hes all, Nah, I got this. Just hand me some running shoes. I already have the death wish.
I cant help but snicker at this fanboy.
Reece turns, his expression intense. I can tell youre not taking this seriously. Without warning, he pushes the laptop off his legs and springs from the bed as if hes been launched. To run like that takes incredible endurance.
He starts running in place, the movies action scene providing the perfect soundtrack to his impromptu demonstration. His form is actually perfectarms bent at ninety-degree angles, knees lifting high, landing on the balls of his feet.
Suddenly, he takes off, running circles around our sex-disaster of a room. It takes a consistent stride and strong core engagement to do that sprint for extended periods of time, he lectures, dodging room service trays and discarded clothing as if theyre obstacles in a Mission Impossible training course.
I wonder how that run looks naked? I suggest, propping myself up on my elbows to better enjoy the show.
The fanboy doesnt miss a beat, continuing his sprint around the room. Thenbecause apparently running in circles isnt dramatic enoughhe parkours over the bed in one smooth motion, barely disturbing the sheets.
My stunt boy runs in place, pointing at the screen. This scene is cinematic history. Watch! Right there, he broke his ankle and kept running! Thats so fucking badass.
Would you run on a broken ankle to save me? I ask, purposely making my voice breathy and flirtatious.
He stops running immediately, his chest heaving from exertion, sweat glistening on his temples. Those blue eyes lock on to mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
Cam, I could have a bullet in my head and I would keep running and refuse to let my brain accept it until I made it to you. Id climb mountains, swim oceans, do whatever it takes to keep you safe, to make you happy.
His voice is so sincere, I want to believe it. Heat grows in his eyes, turning them from ocean blue to midnight, and thenan explosion rocks the laptop screen, making us both jump.
Oh no! Reece yells dramatically. Ill rescue you!
I barely blink and hes scooped me into his arms like I weigh nothing, one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back. My arms curve over his shoulders, and he launches into a run with me clutched to his bare chest.
Oh no, your clothes are on fire! he announces with fake panic. I need to get you out of them immediatelythis is an emergency!
He tosses me onto the mattress and peels my rhino shirt over my head, exposing my naked breasts to the Hawaiian sunshine pouring through our balcony doors.
Oh thank God, he says reverently, cradling my breasts in his hands. They werent harmed. Then he fake cries, complete with exaggerated sobbing noises. I dont know what I would do if anything ever happened to you, he wails, addressing my boobs directly. Especially you, Ilsa.
Seriously, you rescued my breasts? And you named them?
Yeah, after the two main heroines in the movie, Ilsa and Julia. Reeces eyes widen as he stares at my chest. Wait Did you hear that voice? He studies the room in mock confusion. Where did that come from?
I roll my eyes hard but Im smiling.
Oh no! he gasps, eyes darting wildly. Someone else needs to be rescued!
Shut up.
He ignores me, hoisting me higher in his arms and taking off again. This time he runs with exaggerated steps, raised knees, face scrunched in his best Ethan Hunt impression. Weve got a situation here! Priority rescue in progress!
I squeal as he spins me around, my naked breasts bouncing with each dramatic step.
It sounds like this gorgeous Latina.
Thats better.
He shoots me a devilish smirk. A gorgeous Latinas hot little cunt.
Reece! Before I can process the shock of his words, he flips me back onto the mattress and rips off my panties.
He stands at the beds edge, soaking in my naked body with a happy sigh. Then he leans in, slowly kissing up my legs, starting at my ankles. Im looking for injuries, he explains with faux seriousness between kisses. This is a very thorough inspection.
I squeal in delight as his lips skim my lower thigh, then keep movingslow and deliberate.
When his mouth finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, hovering mere inches from where Im embarrassingly wet for him. His lips graze my pussy, and he blows a breath of hot air directly on my most sensitive spot.
Is rest time over?
My mind screams, Hell nogive me a break, you insatiable maniac! while my body has an entirely different opinion on the matter. Three days of near-constant sex should have me begging for mercy, but one wink from him and Im ready to go another three rounds.
He blows on me again, this time following it with a gentle, teasing lick from side to side on my clit. The sensation sets me on fire.
My hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of his sinfully talented mouth. Right as hes about to deliver, the Mission Impossible soundtrack blares from the forgotten laptop, the dramatic music an absurdly fitting theme to whats happening between my legs.
Show me what you got, I challenge, threading my fingers through his hair. Lets see if your tongue is as fast as Tom Cruise.
The wicked gleam behind those eyes tells me Im about to regret challenging him. But as his mouth descends and my hands pull him where I need him, I think, Some regrets are absolutely worth having.
***
For the sake of my poor, exhausted vajayjay, we finally made our escape from the room.
Id forgotten what the outside world was likethree days deep in our little sex paradise. The sun feels incredible against my skin, like its getting reacquainted with an old friend. I stretch my legs out on the plush, oversized lounger and tip my face toward the warmth.
Can I get you anything else? The pool waiter with his Kais Best Friend nametag hovers near our private cabana, his expression so eager to please that I half expect him to start tap dancing.
Im good, Reece says. You want anything, baby?
My heart skips three beats. He called me baby again . He says that one simple word and I turn into a swooning teenager. It shouldnt make me melt, especially after seventy-two hours of sin and succulence, but here we are.
Maybe some more pineapple? I ask, eyeing the substantial spread of food around us.
The waiter nods enthusiastically. Of course! Ill return in a bit.
Reece shifts closer, his lips brushing my ear. You know, if you want something sweet to suck on, Ive got
This is a sex-free zone, I interrupt, pointing a warning finger at him.
Well see. He smirks, and God, I love that look. Its my favorite out of all the new smiles hes given me over the last few daysslightly wicked, entirely confident, with a hint of boyish mischief that makes my insides flutter.
Were lounging poolside in our own private cabana thats so luxurious, it makes me wonder if actual royalty vacation here. The structure is massivewhite billowing curtains flutter in the warm breeze, currently tied back to showcase the stunning infinity pool view.
The double chaise lounge chair were sprawled on could easily fit four people, covered in the plushest cushions my tushy has ever felt. Its like were relaxing on a cloud. White gossamer fabric hangs from the ceiling, along with tiny twinkling lights that must transform this space into a fairy tale at night.
The infinity pool stretches out before us, its crystal blue water blending with the ocean horizon. Palm trees sway gently against a sky so perfectly blue, Id swear it was created by AI. Its the kind of day that makes you believe in paradisewarm but not sticky, with an ideal breeze thats just right.
Around us theres enough food to feed an entire film crew. Fresh fruit platters overflowing with pineapple, mango, and passion fruit. A tower of coconut shrimp. Some kind of poke bowl . Two different kinds of sliders. Truffle fries that smell so good I cried when they arrived. Half-empty glasses of tropical drinks with names such as Passions Promise and Tropical Ecstasy are scattered across the teak side tables.
My stomach growls so loudly Reece can hear it, but I dont even have the decency to be embarrassed. Since emerging from our room, weve been ravenouslike our bodies remembered orgasms are not actual sustenance. Though the man did eat me out a few hours ago, so technically hes had a head start on breakfast.
Someones hungry, the troublemaker teases, popping a piece of pineapple into my mouth.
I chew happily, savoring the sweet explosion on my tongue. Its your fault. Youve been working me like a marathon coach who thinks the finish line is on Mars.
I heard zero complaints. His finger traces the V of my yellow string bikini, and Im still not complaining.
Its good we left the room, I say, reluctantly pushing his wandering hand away. This is a workcation, not a sexcation.
Reece groans. Gordon threatened to fly to Maui if we dont start livestreaming again soon. He holds up his phone. Should we get this over with?
Is it weird that I miss the fans? Theyre so funny.
They definitely miss you, but I hate sharing you.
Then well make it quick.
I lean in, giving him a light, teasing kiss that he immediately tries to deepen, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck. I push him away, laughing. Nuh-uh. I grab his phone from his grip and press Go Live before he can argue.
Hello, DareSquad! We missed you! I beam into the camera, angling it to catch both of us in the frame.
Chat comments blow up like a firecracker:
OMG THEYRE ALIVE!
Mom and Dad are back from making us siblings!!!
The hickey on Reeces neck I CANNOT.
Cam is a tasty SNACK in that bikini.
KISS NOW OR WE RIOT!
My fake boyfriend edges closer, his arm sliding around my waist, his picture-perfect influencer smile on full display. I think today we do a challenge videohe pauses, milking itin the pool!
Before I get what hes really saying, he scoops me up
REECE, NO
One moment were dry and civilized on our lounger. The next were airborne. My scream gurgles as we hit the water.
SPLASH!
The phone keeps streaming from its waterproof case.
We surface and I immediately splash him. You are going to regret that.
He pushes his wet hair back. Im hoping to, he says with a wink that makes me want to drag him back to our room.
And then we turn the livestream into an all-out pool war.
Swimming relay? Reece wins.
Holding breath underwater? I win.
Marco Polo? If Reece finds me, he gets to kiss me.
And spoiler alert. He finds me instantly.
Cheater, I accuse, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
I dont need to peek. Blindfolded in a crowd, Id still find you. Your smell, your energy you are a magnet to me.
The kiss he gives me isnt for show or for winning a pool game. Its gentle and tender and tells me Im his. Strong palms cradle my face, thumbs stroke my cheekbones, and his warm mouth glides over mine.
When we break apart, Im breathless. The chat is an absolute frenzy, wild comments that are almost as out of control as the roaring in my ears. Because as I look into Reeces gaze, Im in serious trouble.
Im falling for my boss. The man Im supposed to be fake dating. And hes oblivious to the fact that Im quitting this job as soon as our vacations over.
An hour later, weve wrapped up the livestream and are now sprawled out on our oversized lounger, a pair of lizards basking in the sun. My fingers are intertwined with his. Were hypnotized by the beautiful late-afternoon colors in the Maui sky.
Its peaceful. Exactly what we need.
Fruit plate, rum punch, and poolside reading material, compliments of Kai, announces the returning waiter, setting down a borderline pornographic platter of fruit. The punch glasses are served in coconut shells with orchids floating on top and straws shaped as wait, are those? Yep. Plastic penises. Subtle as a sledgehammer.
But what really catches my attention? The thick book with a sizzling shirtless Kai that reads: The Kama Kai Sutra: A Tropical Journey to Pleasure Paradise .
Whats this? I snatch it up.
Reece groans like a man whos just realized he left his wallet in the Uber. Its Kais book. He wrote his own take on the Kama Sutra.
Get out! I squeal, flipping it open. Inside is a treasure trove of sexual positions all starring Kai himself, his gleaming, muscled body paired with various women looking blissfully exhausted.
The Reverse Dolphin Blowhole! I announce, my eyes bulging at a photo where Kai and a willowy blonde are entwined in a position that defies gravity, common sense, and one of the Lords commandments. Below the photo, Kais poetic wisdom reads: Just as the majestic dolphin breaches the waves at sunset, allow your spirits to soar in unified ecstasy. For optimal alignment, the smaller partner should visualize their heart chakra opening like a lotus flower while maintaining a 45-degree pelvic tilt. WARNING: May cause spontaneous vocalizations reminiscent of whale song.
Listen to this, I say, flipping to a page where Kai and a brunette are balanced as a human pretzel. The Volcanos Mighty EruptionLike the powerful forces of nature that shaped these islands, so must your passion build and explode in magnificent glory. *NOTE* Unexpected dismounts may occur. For your safety, ensure all nearby surfaces are padded and that pets are removed from the room.
Dismounts? Please stop. Ive seen Kais dick so much I can sketch it from memoryI wish I was kidding.
But this is educational! I protest , flipping through more pages. The Surfs Up Spiral, The Tsunami Twist, The Lava Flowwait, why is every position named after something that could kill you?
Im about to snap the book shut when I flip to a page that makes me slam on the mental brakes so hard Im surprised I dont get whiplash. Oh my God. OH MY GOD!
Reece sits bolt upright. What? Did he Photoshop my face in there somewhere? I will burn this resort to the ground
NO! LOOK!
The page shows Kai with a vibrant strawberry-blonde woman demonstrating The Tidal Wave Twist. Despite being in her seventies, shes absolutely stunningtoned, flexible, with an expression of pure, uninhibited joy as shes locked in an impressively athletic position with Kai.
I scramble for my phone. Id bet my entire collection of cargo pants that is Katies aunt Deb!
I snap a picture and send a quick text to Katie:
Me: Are you with Deb? Can you ask if this is her?
Aunt who now? my SFBWB (snoopy fake boyfriend with benefits) asks as he peers over my shoulder.
My friend Katies aunt, Deborah Fox. Shes who I wanna be when I grow up. Shes seventy-two but has the stamina of a twenty-year-old, and shes had more lovers than Ive had cups of coffee. Shes never been marriedwhy settle for one flavor when you can taste the whole buffet, darling? is her motto. Been single her entire life and is always ready to mingle, as she puts it.
So shes in Kais book because
Young guys, old guys, rich guys, poor guysif theres a spark, shes lighting the fire, I say, flipping through pages. She once told us her vagina has had more visitors than Miami Beach on spring break.
Reece chokes on his rum punch and sprays it everywhere like a busted sprinkler.
And right now, I continue, dabbing at his face with a napkin, Katies in Italy with her! Deb told her to pack condoms, sunscreen, and an open mindin that order.
So, no future suburban life for you? Just globetrotting, making documentaries, and a sad trail of heartbroken guys?
Says the guy whos equally as restless. Adventurers like us are not meant to settle down.
We share a charged look, and I cant quite read his expression.
DING!
My phone lights up.
Katie: Oh , its her alright. Aunt Deb wants to know if youve ridden Kais giant love stick yet. She says ask him to do The Breadfruit Bounty on you. It will, and I quote, make your uterus sing La Traviata.
A giggle escapes me. The image of my uterus belting opera notes is too much to handle.
Whats so funny?
Nothing, I say, tilting my phone away from his prying eyes. Girl talk.
Girl talk, huh? He snatches my phone, blocking the screen with his bodythumbs flying as he types.
Stop! What are you doing?
Im helping, he says innocently. There. Sent.
Me: Tell her its like a pencil compared to the dick Im currently riding.
Dios mo! Give me that!
DING!
Reece reads my text aloud.
Katie: Im supposed to tell you that Kai is a wonderful lover but be aware he can get a little clingy. Plan your exit strategy. Aunt Deb says shes had to fake her death in three countries to get rid of persistent lovers.
He bursts out laughing. Your friends aunt is a fucking legend, he says, finally relinquishing my phone.
I snatch it back, my fingers firing off my reply. Oh, Im getting you back for this, I warn, narrating as I type. Ask her for more strategies because the guy Im screwing is also super clingy.
Faster than I can hit Send , he grabs my phone, tosses it onto a pillow, and rolls his body on top of mine. His weight presses me into the plush surface, arms caging me, face hovering inches from mine.
Damn right Im clingy, he growls, his lips finding the sensitive spot right below my ear. The scrape of his stubble against my neck sends shivers racing down my spine. He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, each one stoking the fire building low in my belly. I had no idea what I was missing. Im not about to give it up now.
Do you really mean that?
Reece lifts up on one arm, his eyes serious as they search mine. Cam, I would give anything to go back in time to get those two years back with you.
Something expands inside me, a balloon of emotion threatening to burst through my ribcage. I know, I knowI shouldnt let these feelings grow. Not when Im keeping secrets. Not when Im leaving. Not when this relationship has an expiration date.
And now that Ive had you, theres no way I can go back to jerking off just thinking about you. He grins, his tone shifting to playful. So yeah, Im gonna fucking be clingy.
No you didnt.
Damn right I did. Who do you think starred in every fantasy while I stroked myself stupid this past year? Ive mind-fucked you in every position imaginable Well, except
Hold up. Are you saying theres a filthy daydream you havent done with me? Because I think weve done it all after the last three days.
Reece slowly takes his fingers and traces the swell of my breast, his touch featherlight through the thin fabric of my bikini top. Goosebumps race over my skin and my nipples stiffen, straining against the material like theyre reaching for him, desperate for more.
First off, everything weve done, I want to do a million more times because I fucking cant get enough of you.
The naked hunger in his eyes makes me squirm.
But yeah, there is something I have fantasized about a lot.
He bites down, gently, on my breast. And I lose my damn mind.
What is it? I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice. Tell me.
Ive dreamed of fucking your perfect breasts. His hand slides up my ribs, thumb grazing the underside of my boob. If youd let me.
Here?
Why not? I can pull the curtains closed.
He leans down and draws his tongue in between the valley of my breasts. The wet heat of his mouth against my sun-warmed skin sets off a rush of desire to my core.
My breath hitches audibly. Ive never thought about anyone fucking my tits before. Suddenly its all I can pictureReece above me, his hard length sliding between my breasts, his face twisted in pleasure.
Would you let me, he asks, his voice rough with need.
Yes, I whimper.
He gives my breast a firm squeeze, his thumb finding my nipple through the thin fabric of my swimsuit. Even through the material, the sensation is so intense that my back arches involuntarily, pushing me farther into his touch.
I cant wait to slide between those glorious tits and come all over them. Youll be dripping.
God, yes. I want that.
Instinctively, I reach for my wrist, fingers searching for the familiar feel of my scrunchie to pull my hair back. But my wrist is bare.
No. Oh, crap. I pat my wrist again as if it might magically materialize. I dont have a scrunchie.
Thats fine. You dont need it.
I sit up suddenly, breaking the heated moment like a bucket of ice water. Oh no. Sorry. No scrunchie, no boob job . Ive learned that lesson the hard way.
He pulls back, disappointment etched into his features. Do I want to know?
If you want to hear about how I jerked off this guy in college who shot his load in my hair and
Stop! Reece clamps his hand over my mouth. Moment ruined. Not hearing about you with anyone else, ever.
He shifts our positions, tugging me so that Im nestled into his side, my head on his chest, his arm a protective band around my shoulders. He presses his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply.
Cock-blocked by a scrunchie. And I was so close. He laughs, his voice thick with contentment. Lets stay like this for a whiletake a nap in the sun.
I should resist. I should make a sarcastic remark, keep things light. But instead, I stay warm in his arms, my heart swelling. I refuse to accept any reality that will intrude on our Hawaiian fantasy.
Is this the real Reece?
I came here to quit. To tell him I was leaving, to push him to promote my channel, to put myself first finally.
But now?
Now, I dont know if I can.
If I tell him Im leaving, am I throwing this all away? Throwing him away?
But if I staykeep letting myself fall deeper into himwill I ever be able to leave?