Chapter 7
7
Tripp
A ugust: Bring your fine ass over to the ranch after you get off work. We’re hanging out.
“Why do you keep staring at your phone like it personally offended you?” Chloe asks as she passes behind me with a sleeve of hot cups in her hand. Pocketing my phone for what feels like the fifteenth time in the last five minutes, I clear my throat and grab the wash rag on the counter, pretending to be busy, when in actuality, my mind is reeling.
“It was a text from August,” I say to her quietly, so nobody around us can hear. The coffee shop is unusually busy for two o’clock on a Friday.
The corners of her mouth twitching, she asks, “And? What did he have to say?”
“He told me to come over after work to hang out.”
I’m purposely not looking at her, pretending this smudge of coffee on the counter is the most interesting thing happening. The morning after August showed up at my house and blew my freaking mind—among other things—I told Chloe about it, mostly because I wanted to find out if she was the one who gave him my address. She was. Little fucking traitor.
“You gonna go?” she asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know, maybe.”
Clucking her tongue at her, she murmurs. “Just be careful, Tripp. August isn’t one for feelings.”
Well, you also said he wasn’t one for repeats, yet here we are. I don’t say that to her, of course.
“What’s the story with you two?” I ask. A sour taste plagues the back of my throat, but curiosity is getting the best of me.
“There’s no juicy story if that’s what you’re looking for.” She giggles. “We hooked up once in high school. During our senior year at a party.”
Oh, that was, like, five or six years ago.
We get hit with a rush of customers so I don’t have a chance to respond, but by the time I’m off work, I decide to go. Why not, right? It could be fun, and like August said when he was at my house… he can teach me more. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I think as long as I don’t get my hopes up and let feelings get in the way, I’ll be fine. I’ll take what this is at face value—sex. Meaningless, fun sex.
It’ll be fine.
After I run home to shower and change out of my work clothes, I shoot a text to August that I’m on my way. My stomach is in knots the whole drive. Remembering everything we did the last time I was here, and how it felt having August on his knees for me at my house the other day… it’s intimidating.
Especially the more I learn about him. If he’s as experienced as Chloe makes him out to be, then there’s no way I compare to any of his other conquests. So, why me?
It’s a thought that’s wandered around my mind more than once since our date. He could have anybody, and he wants me. More than that, he sought me out for more when I told him no. What makes me so special?
Traveling down the gravel road that leads to the ranch, I can’t help but admire the scenery. It’s truly gorgeous out here, and their property is massive. It must be so nice to live away from everybody else. I’ve always kind of enjoyed living only a few minutes from important things, like the grocery store or the gas station, but I can also appreciate the beauty and peace of living somewhere like this. Parking in front of the row of cabins, I’m about halfway to the door when it pulls open and August steps out, barefoot and in a pair of sinfully tight Wrangler’s and a black t-shirt with the sleeves cuffed. His hair’s wet, so he must’ve taken a shower too.
“Howdy, sweetheart,” he drawls, a smirk tugging his lips as I approach him.
My stomach dips. “Hey.”
When I get close enough, August reaches out, placing a hand on my hip. The touch sends goosebumps all over my flesh. Leaning in, his teeth nip along my jaw before he murmurs beside my ear, “Glad you decided to come.”
The deep rasp to his voice as he breathes those words against my skin sends a shiver down my spine. My cheeks heat, and I can’t look him in the eye when he pulls back because all I’m remembering is the last time he made me come .
August snorts as he leads me inside. “You’re fuckin’ adorable when you get flustered.”
My brows pinch. “I’m not flustered,” I scoff.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Pulling open the fridge, he tosses me a look over his shoulder. “Want a beer?”
“Sure, thanks.”
Handing me an ice-cold bottle of Budweiser, we go out the back door which leads to a joined patio with the other cabins, similar to how it is in the front. There’s a nearly unobstructed view of the creek from where we’re standing. Huge trees surround the entire area, covering it in shade, which is nice since the Texas sun can be brutal, especially in the middle of summer.
“This is a great view,” I murmur as we sit on his porch swing.
“Yeah, I like it.”
“Do other people live in the cabins next to yours?”
This setup reminds me of a summer camp.
“Not currently.” August takes a swig from the bottle, and my mouth waters as I watch his throat bob while he swallows. Is he aware that he’s so effortlessly attractive? I’m sure he is. “It’s just me over here, which is nice.”
“And they’re all fully furnished? Where do your cousins live? In that main house by the barn?”
He shakes his head, glancing over at me. “They have their own houses on the property. If you were to keep going past the main house instead of turning to get here, you’d eventually run into Finn’s house. Then Hollis’s house is farther down from there. ”
“How long have you lived here?”
“Since I was in high school,” he explains. Taking another swig, he eyes me over the top of the bottle, the weight of his gaze sending my heart into a frenzy. “What made you want to come here for college?”
I look down at my lap, picking at the label on the beer bottle. “I’m sure you’ve noticed how socially awkward I am.” Huffing out a laugh, I continue. “I’ve always been this way; very in my head, and I tend to close myself off from everybody except those close to me. Anyway, I thought going to school away from home, away from those closest to me, I’d learn to branch out and be less… awkward.”
“You think it’s helped?” he asks, no judgement or humor in his words. It’s very clear, even from the first moment I saw August, that he’s the opposite of me. He’s probably never dealt with feeling awkward or being nervous about making friends.
Shrugging, I say, “I don’t know. It hasn’t been that long, but I have made a couple friends. Mostly people I work with and, well… you.”
August reaches over and squeezes my knee, and the touch does nothing to calm my nerves. “You wanna be my friend, sweetheart?”
Without even looking at him, I can hear the shit-eating grin. I don’t know how he makes everything flirty. He could be telling me how to unclog a toilet, and I’ll bet he’d make it sound sexy. I wish I had even half the amount of swagger August possesses.
“Well, what else would you call this?” I ask, finally turning my head and meeting his gaze.
Setting his beer on the table beside the swing, he tosses his leg over my lap, moving to straddle me. My body flushes hot as his ass presses down on my groin. Both hands planted on my shoulders, face a mere few inches away from mine, he smirks. “I’m thinking we’re a bit more than friendly by now, wouldn’t you say?”
My mouth is dry, tongue feeling twice the size. August is so intimidating, especially in this proximity. His confidence is larger than life, and I pale in comparison. Remembering he asked me a question, I swallow thickly before clearing my throat. “What would you say we were then, if not friends?”
His mouth ticks up on one side, the sight unbelievably attractive for no good reason. My stomach tightens as he leans in, lips brushing along mine, but never making full contact. “Do you do stuff like this with your friends from back home?” he asks before sealing his mouth to mine. It’s a gentle kiss. His tongue parts my lips, claiming mine in a way that has my toes curling. Hands finding his hips, I fist his shirt, letting my head drop back onto the swing as he devours my mouth.
The taste of beer sits heavy on his tongue, and I don’t know why, but that makes this even hotter.
August pulls back, but only slightly. Our breath mingles as I open my eyes, looking into his. That half smirk is back, and it makes my stomach dip. “Do you?” he drawls, the deep, throaty rasp to his voice lighting my blood on fire.
I shake my head, words not coming to me right now.
“That’s what I thought.” The smugness in his words has me finally finding my voice.
“Yeah, but I bet you do.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t expect me to say that, and to be honest, neither did I. Lips pulled into a grin, he says, “You’re fucking hot when you’re sassy, sweetheart.”
“Am I right?” I ask.
Shoulder lifting into a lazy shrug, he replies, “I wouldn’t consider anybody I’ve hooked up with in the past a real friend. Acquaintance? Sure. But I’ve never hooked up with somebody I’d actually consider a true friend. But I also don’t have many of those.”
“How is that possible? From where I’m sitting, everybody flocks to you.”
His lip curls, making his eyes squint as he watches me. “I’m a friendly guy, but that doesn’t mean everybody is necessarily a friend.” His hand threads through the hair on my nape. “It’s mostly just my cousins who truly know me.”
“I want to know you,” I murmur. The words leave my tongue before I even have a chance to think about them.
August brushes his lips across my jaw, the featherlight touch sending a chill down my spine. “You will,” he whispers, grinding down on my lap.
He crashes his mouth down on mine and kisses me with fervor. Tongue tangling and caressing, fingers tugging at the hair on the back of my head, he leaves me breathless. The way August kisses is addicting. He does so with his entire body, and you can feel how into it he is. Like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing right now than kissing me.
Fingers tease the overheated flesh on my hips before he lifts my shirt, breaking our lips apart to rid me of the material. Then he reaches behind his head and yanks off his own shirt, letting it fall in a pile beside mine. Next, August slides off my lap to the porch, fingers working open the button on my jeans .
“Out here?” My eyes widen as I scan the area.
August huffs a laugh. “Nobody is going to see us, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”
Holding my gaze, he drags the denim down my thighs, stopping once my thickening dick springs free.
“Fuckkk,” he groans, wrapping a hand around my length and pumping me nice and slow. “I fucking love your cock.”
My cheeks flush, and I swallow thickly as I watch him close his lips around the tip. Pleasure soars through me as he licks and sucks me down, inch by inch. Suddenly, the fear of being caught out here is the furthest thing from my mind as I feel the tight heat of his throat close around me, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open.
“Oh, God…”
August pulls off, standing up, fingers going to the button of his jeans. “You’ll be screaming for God here in a minute,” he quips with a smirk that nearly makes me come on the spot. He wraps a fist around his rock-hard length, stroking himself as I can do nothing but watch. “Sit back, sweetheart. It’s time for your next lesson.”
My heart slams against my ribs, mouth dry, and every inch of my skin heats as August climbs back into my lap, still pumping his fat, veiny cock.
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
His lip curls as he reaches down and grabs my dick. “I’m going to ride this big, beautiful cock of yours until you paint my insides with your cum.”
My hands fly to his hips before he has a chance to line us up. “Wait!” I sputter. “You can’t… you’re not prepped.”
August leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “Oh, but I have, sweetheart. Did it before you came over. ”
And with that, he lines my tip up to his hole, and sinks down without another word. Tight, slick heat engulfs my length, and the air is punched from my lungs. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his hips as I fully seat myself inside of him. The pressure is unreal; his ass is velvety smooth, and it’ll be damn miracle if I don’t bust in three-point-five seconds.
Hot, firm lips press down on my neck before he rasps in my ear, “How do I feel wrapped around your cock, sweetheart?”
“So… good.” My voice is hoarse, lust wrapping around each word as he begins to move on my lap. Pulling almost all the way out before sinking back down again, August’s ass envelops my dick in a way that feels unlike any other I’ve experienced. It’s heaven; I never want it to end.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside of me,” he rasps, resting his forehead on mine, our breath mingling as he rides me. “Stroke my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you everywhere.”
Glancing between us, I do just that, wrapping my hand around his swollen length, the tip glistening from the pre-cum spilling out. August hisses as I make contact, and when I peer up at him again, I find him already watching me, gaze hooded, lips parted, and his cheeks flushed.
“That’s all because of you,” he breathes. “How hard I am, how wet I am… it’s because of the way your dick feels sliding in and out of my ass.”
A groan rumbles in my chest, my hips meeting August thrust for thrust, chasing the high he’s giving me. I’m so close, but I don’t want it to be over. I want to take up residence inside of him, or have him inside of me. I honestly don’t know which way I prefer; both are mind-numbingly good. I can’t think, and my heart is beating so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if it launched out of my chest.
“Make me come, sweetheart.” August flicks his tongue into my mouth, a smirk tugging on his lips. “You feel so fucking good, I’m right there.”
“M-me too,” I sputter, my eyes rolling back as he grinds down on my dick. “Fuck, August…”
“That’s it,” he coos. “Let me hear you fall apart for me. Fuck, you look so sexy right now.”
Then his lips are on mine, moving with mine. He licks into my mouth, and I lose it. My balls draw up, red-hot pleasure spreading through my body. “Oh, god. Fuck! I’m gonna come.”
“Me too,” he groans against my lips. “Don’t stop.”
My cock pulses as I empty my load inside of him, and it’s not but another second later before I feel his thick, hot release coat my hand. We moan in unison as our lips continue to ravage each other. His ass clenches around me, milking me for every last drop.
My head feels light and floaty, my pulse a rapid beat that’s deafening in my ears, and my breath is coming out harsh and shallow, but so is his.
August breathes out a laugh, sitting back as his gaze lands on me. His eyes are glassy and barely open. “Fuck, that was good,” he murmurs. “Was it good for you?”
The smirk he’s wearing and the arch to his brow tells me he already knows the answer to that, but I nod as I lick my lips, answering him anyway. “That was incredible.”
Climbing off my lap, he reaches down, tossing me my clothes before grabbing his own. “C’mon,” he calls out as he heads toward the backdoor, not bothering to redress. “Let’s take a shower before I fix us some supper.”
“Like, together?” I ask as I follow behind him, my heart rate still not back to normal.
August chuckles, tossing me a look over his shoulder. “Yeah, sweetheart. Together.”