Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
“Fuck, I miss my bed,” Saylor says as he lays down on mine in the van, prompting me to lie down beside him.
I’m exhausted after that party, where I was on my feet for way too long, not to mention the internal turmoil I went through with the guys again.
“It looked pretty nice, and if it’s as soft as the one you guys have in the guest room, I agree. I’d miss it too.”
Saylor turns to his side to look at me. “You miss the guest room? I’m sure the others would kiss your feet if you wanted to go back to living there.”
Never going to happen again.
I swallow hard when memories fill my mind. “Saylor,” I begin, my voice soft but resolute.
“I know, I know. They just proved what idiots they are,” he agrees, rolling his eyes.
“True, they almost ruined Tally’s party.” I bite my lip.
Okay, maybe I’m the reason Tally’s party almost went to shit. But they sure as fuck didn’t help with their behavior.
“Fuck the party. The fact that you’re going on a date with that dickhead now is much worse,” he mutters, clenching his jaw.
“It’s not a real date, you know that, right? I’m not interested. I’ll hang out with him, talk for a bit, and then go back home. I know it was a dumb decision, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but now I have to go. You can come with if it helps.”
He lets out a long breath. “Oh, I will. But you’re fine. I know why you did it. I was there. They were overstepping again. It’s just… fuck, I’m so fucking jealous.”
I know he’s being vulnerable with me right now, but I can’t stifle a laugh. “Jealous? Of Adam? Saylor, I don’t want him.”
“He’s good-looking, even I can admit that. And the best part? He’s alive.” Saylor is biting on his bottom lip, and I want to reach out and pull it out of his teeth.
“But he’s not you,” I tell him softly, scooting closer.
A sad smile tugs at his lips. “I’m mostly jealous about the date. I would love to take you on one.”
“What would that date look like?” I ask, curious.
I would love to go on a date with him too.
“We would drive your van down the beach, next to the lighthouse, my favorite spot. I would hang some more fairy lights around the van, getting us some snacks and my favorite beer, then I would make a bonfire, getting out some chairs to sit in front of it. We would watch the stars come up in the sky over the ocean. Maybe photograph the sunset.”
“That sounds amazing,” I whisper, longing for an evening just like that.
“Yeah, it would be, but you wouldn’t see the stars for long.” His smirk is mischievous.
“Is that so?” I grin at him.
“I would pull you onto my lap and kiss you hard until the sun rose again,” he whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips against mine, causing my heart to flutter. “I would savor your taste as if you were the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted because I just know you are.”
“We could still do that,” I whisper, my voice husky.
Saylor’s lips turn down. “Not all of it, but you’re right. We could try.”
A long silence settles between us until Saylor fidgets beside me, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the bedspread. “Tim and Tally having a song, that’s cute,” he remarks, a hint of longing still in his voice.
I smile, thinking about how cheesy those two are. “It’s adorable and suits them so well. I would have loved to be at their wedding.”
Saylor’s gaze meets mine, his eyes reflecting a vulnerability I haven’t seen before. “What would you say if I said I’d want that too?” he asks hesitantly.
“A wedding?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“No.” He chuckles softly, his smile warm and genuine. “I thought we already had the till-death-do-us-part talk. I want a song.”
My heart flutters, and I can’t stop the smile forming on my lips. “You want us to have a song?”
Saylor’s grin widens, his insecurities forgotten. “Yes,” he admits, his eyes never leaving mine. “Would that be okay?”
“Of course,” I reply, my smile matching his. “But we’re not getting some eighties love song,” I tease, arching an eyebrow.
He pouts briefly, but then it transforms into a mischievous grin. “Fine, I’m open to suggestions, but make them good.” His fingers reach out to stroke my upper arm.
To be honest, I know what song makes me think about him.
It was on the radio one of the nights I was alone at the campsite a few miles from here, and I scrambled to look up the name.
I connect my phone, playing “Bridges” by Aisha Badru on repeat before setting it aside and laying down next to him where he’s now laying on the bed.
“That’s our song for me,” I whisper, leaning closer to Saylor. “But you have a veto right.” I smile as the first beats fill the van.
Saylor’s initial grin gradually fades as he focuses intently on the lyrics, his expression shifting from playfulness to a more serious demeanor. He nods in rhythm with the beat, his eyes locked onto mine.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Does he like it?
Maybe we should have just stuck to a silly eighties ballad. There are good ones, after all.
His gaze turns intense when the chorus comes on, his eyes brimming with tears. He scoots closer, his hand cupping the side of my head. Starting with my forehead, he plants sweet, lingering kisses, moving down to my nose, then my cheeks.
“That’s the one,” he whispers, leaning in, lips hovering just above mine.
I feel the electric charge of his touch as our lips make contact in a soft, lingering kiss that sends shivers down my spine.
Saylor’s fingers glide along the curve of my cheek, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. I move closer to him, as close as can be. His hands explore the contours of my body, tracing the curves and dips with a feather-light touch. I arch my back, desperate for more.
“The things I would do right now if I could,” he whispers in my ear, his voice laced with longing and desire.
“What would you do?” I ask breathlessly, eager to hear where his thoughts wandered off.
“I’d bury my dick so deep inside you that whoever pulled me out would be crowned King of England,” he mumbles into my neck. I bark a laugh that turns into a gasp when his lips move to just underneath my ear, causing goose bumps to rise in their wake.
“You’re the worst.” I giggle softly, putting my hand on the back of his head, and he groans into my neck.
“Am I?” He leans back and searches my eyes. “Or just honest?” His intense gaze makes me gulp, and the tension rises in the van’s confined space. “Would you take off your clothes for me? Please? I want to try something,” Saylor pleads gravelly, kissing my cheek.
Oh my God.
I scramble to lose my clothes, and Saylor watches me with a chuckle, smirking at my enthusiasm.
I reveal more skin, shuddering slightly at the cold air hitting me, but his gaze still almost burns me with desire.
Finally, I lay back on the bed beside him, literally splayed out naked for him again while he’s lying on his side, leaning over to kiss me.
One of his hands lands on my stomach, making the tingling sensation spread from the inside out, and I squirm.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you,” he whispers, our faces so close that the tips of our noses are touching.
He lets his hand wander up to my cheek, cupping it and stroking me.
“You’re always talking about the light, but have you seen yourself?
You’re like Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky.
Next to you, everything else looks dimmed. ”
“Saylor,” I whisper, my voice choked.
I want to tell him.
To let him know how much he means to me.
But his hand takes a slow, unhurried path down my throat to my breast, and the words get stuck in my throat.
The feeling is intense, the tingles on my naked skin prickling, goose bumps spreading over every inch of my body.
Saylor licks his lips as he watches his fingers circling my nipple, which is already peaked and rock-hard.
He can’t grab or tweak it, but the feeling is like he’s gliding a feather over my skin, leaving a vibrating sensation in its wake.
“What did you want to try?” I ask breathlessly, my patience wearing thin.
I need him.
Whatever he can give me.
His hand slides even further down, circling my belly button. “You know, I was wondering how it would feel like…” He trails off as his hand wanders further south.
“How what would feel like?” I ask, shivering when he finally strokes me where I need him, letting out a soft moan and closing my eyes.
“Spread yourself open for me,” he whispers in my ear, and my eyes snap open.
What does he…
“I said spread yourself for me, Slo.” His tone is commanding and so damn hot.
I’m willing to do everything this man wants. I reach down to spread my lips so my clit is exposed, the cold air on my wet pussy making me shiver, but not as much as his fingers do when they find my clit.
“Holy shit,” I yell, feeling an intense sensation I’ve never had before, not even with a vibrator.
“I thought touching the important parts would be more fun for you than just hovering over them.” Saylor chuckles in my ear.
I look down and watch how his thumb rubs up and down on my clit while I spread myself open for him.
“Fuck, what I would give to let my cock glide up and down your slit, to coat myself in you. I can see how wet you are, but damn, I wanna feel it.”
I’m panting, feeling like a mess. I’m ready to combust from the vision he just painted, combined with his fingers on me. “I need to come, please.” Every part of me is screaming for release. I can’t keep myself exposed like this while he almost overstimulates my clit with his touch.
It’s all too much, while it’s not enough.
“You never have to beg with me, Slo. Every time you come for me, it’s like a gift,” he whispers while kissing just under my earlobe, and this, combined with the cold air on my skin and his finger on my clit sends me over the edge. I’m moaning, trembling, and panting hard.
“Shh, easy. Breathe for me,” Saylor commands, and I do, taking some deep breaths, my pulse in my throat.
“This was… wow,” I stammer like an idiot, making him huff a laugh.
He’s stroking his thumb over my chin, pecking my lips before grinning broadly, “Next time, we’ll see how it feels when I use my tongue.”
Holy shit.