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“So, how were you so good at it? I mean, our first time together didn’t even hurt, not one bit.”
“You know I was an early reader?” I nodded again his chest, grinning at the unexpected beginning of his explanation. “My dad always used to say if you can read, you can figure out anything you’re interested in. Information is everywhere.”
“Oh my word, Nick.” I stifled a giggle at the direction this was going in.
“After we talked about taking things to the next level, I did my research. I wanted to make you feel good and I really didn’t want to hurt you. I’d heard some things from guys on the team—crying, blood, pain, regrets—and I didn’t want any of that. I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you, and I knew I’d want to do it again.” His lips tipped up at the corner. “And I also knew I was bigger than average.”
“You are an awesome nerd with a huge, respectful dick, and I love it.”
Slowly, seductively, his gaze slid up and over my body sprawled against his as he continued, “So yeah, I went to the library, like any horny nerd would do.”
He winked and it was all I could do not to jump him again and fuck his brains out. “I love this.”
“Side note, you should have seen the look on Bethany Winston’s face when she saw the stack of books I brought up to the counter the week before our first time: The Joy of Sex, The Kama Sutra, Gray’s Anatomy, and a few more that I can’t remember the titles of.”
“Oh my god, you’re such a good man. Watching porn didn’t even cross your mind? I love that.”
“I wish I didn’t have to shatter that illusion.” He chuckled. “Porn was interesting and quite useful sometimes—especially for the moments when I couldn’t be with you.” He mimed jacking off with a sheepish grin. “What can I say? I was a teenager.”
“Of course. Whatever was I thinking?”
“But seriously, it left out some of the best parts, like the stuff we’d already done—all the kissing and touching, how we used to just hold each other in the back of my truck and look at the stars?—”
“Look at the stars. Is that what you call what we did back there? Best euphemism ever. A lot of fooling around back there is what we did. I have no memories of stars in the sky but plenty when it comes to you and the stars you made me see.”
“Right?” He squeezed me tight and kissed my temple. “But seriously, for me? Before all the fooling around—and even sometimes during it—what I loved the most was the simple feeling of having my hands on your skin and how happy I felt when you were close to me.” His hands ran slowly up and down my back as he spoke, sending goosebumps and tingles all along my spine.
“I loved it too.”
“It was essential, anticipatory, and thrilling to be able to put just a fingertip on you and watch you shiver. Porn didn’t get into any of that stuff, at least not the kind I found online. But once I swiped a few of my mother’s romance novels, I knew I’d struck gold.”
“Romance novels, huh? I love it. I love you. You made everything special and wonderful and.. . your ex-wife is your ex because why? She must be crazy.”
“Ahh, she was pissed that I never gave in to my mother’s demands. Which involved country clubs, smarmy ass-kissing, and taking a job with my stepfather. A teacher’s salary was not what she’d anticipated when she spotted me on campus and found out who I was related to.”
“Oh, Nick. I’m so sorry?—”
“I was drunk a lot back then, trying to forget about you. I was easy pickings for someone like her. She’s not all bad—she’s a great mom and, for the most part, we get along now. But she wasn’t you, and I was never really happy being married to her.”
“Well, I have plenty of my own money, I don’t need yours. All I’m after is your body, your sweet personality, and your genius brain. Oh, and your massive dick and astounding oral skills. I want those too.”
He burst out laughing. “Well, it’s all yours. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.”
“Speaking of oral skills...” He slid a hand up my thigh with a wicked grin. “How about a little taste before we go downstairs? I think the thunderstorm is over.”
CHAPTER 20
CLARA
You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Clara. I never want to lose you. - Nick
Fall in Green Valley was always beautiful and to celebrate the bounty there was an entire festival for it every year. It had started out as a tiny festival set up at the edge of town and had grown over the years to include something for everyone to enjoy. There were booths run by local business, carnival rides and games, food of every kind imaginable, and a charity dunk tank run by the Green Valley High PTA—those ladies had big plans, or so I’d heard. Pindich was the number one target, followed by everyone’s favorite substitute teacher—not me, of course. All the ladies were dying to see Court in a wet T-shirt. They were in the process of guilting him into the tank right now. Between wet-teacher beefcake and the possibility of a Pin Dick drowning, the PTA was going to raise a bunch of money for new uniforms or equipment or whatever—honestly, I didn’t care that much. I was only subbing at the high school for Gracie’s sake.
Speaking of... Gracie and I would be working with our mother at the Lavender Hill booth and this year, for the first time ever, I didn’t dread it.
Like she’d done the past few years, Momma had recreated the Lavender Hill farm stand right here at the festival. It was a mini stable, complete with big bushels of lavender—both fresh and dried—set in the front, and along the counter and displayed on a shelf behind us were all the things she made up at the farm: herbs, jams, tea, sachets, honey from her bees, to name a few. If it could be labeled as farm fresh and crafty, she made it and sold it. She was going to make a fortune here today. This year she’d even added a QR code for her website so she could take online orders.