He took my hand into his and together we walked out of the airport.
“No baggage?” I paused at the exit.
“Not staying long, remember?” he reminded me.
I felt that pierce straight through my heart, too.
“I remember,” I admitted. “I was just hoping for a different answer.”
He flashed me that trademark ‘Troup’ smile that was bound to make all the women faint.
“Where to first?” he asked, holding his hands out for my keys.
I rolled my eyes.
Same ol’ Troup.
Couldn’t allow me to drive anywhere.
“To our spot,” I said. “Graduation is at six. That gives us three hours.”
His eyes went hot.
And neither one of us said a single word as he drove us to our spot, parking down the dirt road entrance so that nobody would see my car.
“Your dad at home?” he asked as he glanced at the car.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t even tell him I was coming. I wanted to spend time with you.”
His eyes went electric and I screamed when he up and tossed me over his shoulder.
Seconds later, I was watching his ass as he slowly trudged through the woods.
“I think you’re stronger,” I said. “Not that you weren’t strong then, but seriously, you can really, seriously tell. I mean, your ass.”
I cupped both of his cheeks in my hands and squeezed, causing him to laugh.
“Are these new jeans?” I asked curiously.
“They are,” he confirmed. “I bought them for a special occasion.”
“For watching your brother graduate?” I teased.
“No.” He stepped over a log, causing my head to bounce off said ass. “Because I was going to see you.”
I felt my insides start to warm at his words.
And soon he was making the final trek through the woods that led to our meadow.
Our spot was marked by the same down comforter as last time.
There wasn’t one difference between this time and the last. I even had the ice-cold beers in the cooler next to it.
He didn’t waste time pushing me down onto the blanket.
Nor did he hesitate in ripping off my shirt.
I gasped when he dropped down onto me and pressed his lips against mine.
“Mmmmm,” he growled against my lips. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
I licked my lips. “You smell good. And taste good. I missed you bad, Troup.”
He smoothed his hand up my stomach, his calloused hands catching on the silky material of my bra as he came up to cup my breast.
“Missed you more, Beck,” he rasped, then went back to devouring my mouth.
At the same time, though, he was busy reaching between my breasts and unclasping the clasp.
My bra snapped apart, and soon my breasts were free for him to fondle as he pleased.
Which he did.
Relentlessly.
“Damn,” he growled against my neck. “I’ve already lost control.”
He didn’t look like he’d lost control. He looked like he had too much of it if you asked me.
I snickered, my hands going up to his head where his beautiful hair once was.
“I miss your long hair,” I admitted. “I can’t wait for it to be back.”
He tilted his head slightly, a move that would’ve had the hair falling into his eyes a year ago.
“I’ll have it back one day,” he said. “Just not anytime soon. I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t.
Not really.
This new version of Troup was just as good as the last.
It only meant that I got to explore him all over again.
“Take off your pants already,” I ordered. “I’m dying for you. And if we’re fast, we can do this at least four times before we have to leave.”
His smile had me grinning like a loon at him.
“I don’t know what you think of me,” he said. “But I have priorities.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
He leaned back and went to his knees between my thighs.
His eyes trailed along the short blue jean skirt I’d donned just for him.
“You wearing anything under that?” he asked curiously.
I smiled wickedly at him. “Nope.”
His eyes closed as if he was trying to gain some control.
I slowly hiked my skirt up, showing him just how naked I was.
“I was excited,” I said. “I took them off in the airport bathroom.”
His eyes latched onto my bare pussy.
“And I got a Brazilian wax,” I said. “A few days ago. Because I knew that, like last time, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.”
He licked his lips, his eyes flicking up once to meet mine, and then going back down.
“Oh, no.”
I giggled at his words. “Oh, yes.”
He groaned and leaned forward.
“This year has been absolute fucking torture,” he growled as he started to descend.
But this time, it was my turn.
It’d been a year.
A freakin’ year!
It was my turn to do what I’d wanted to do the last time.
“No, nope, nuh-uh,” I growled as I pushed him backward. “My turn this time.”
He looked at me with the sweetest face of confusion I’d ever seen, and then I pushed him.
He went backward onto his ass because of the surprise of my attack, and I used it to my advantage.
I launched myself at his pants, my hands going to his belt, and then his fly before he’d even had a chance to recover.
It was only as I was yanking down the zipper that he stilled my hands.
“Slow,” he ordered. “I want to be able to use that dick on you later.”
I rolled my eyes and went ‘slow’ for his benefit, carefully unzipping his pants and then spreading the fly open wide.
I could see the boring white of his boxer briefs and looked at him.
“Still the same boring white,” I teased.
He winked at me and helped me push his pants down over his hips, revealing his very large cock and his balls.
Oh, and very muscular thighs that were much more defined than they used to be.
I reached for his cock before he’d even gotten his pants all the way off, then started to squeeze it lightly.
“When I wasn’t busting my ass on schoolwork,” I said as I watched a pearly white drop of liquid dot the tip of his cock. “I’ve been reading up on how to give blow jobs.”
He cursed. “Baby…”
I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, tasting the salty drop and groaning.
He growled and fell backward flat onto his back, half on, half off the comforter.
I would’ve grinned had my mouth not already been busy.
And busy it was. I licked, sucked, and ultimately gave it my all, quickly realizing that despite my rigorous research, it didn’t prepare me for the real thing.
Because holy hell, after a minute and a half of giving it my all, my jaw was tired!
In fact, the muscles in my mouth and tongue were burning from use, and I realized rather quickly that this was going to be a hard…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Trouper growled out. “I’m going to come down your throat.”
That sounded promising.