Page 33 of From Me to You

We blasted the radio, screaming to all our favorite songs like a bunch of teenage girls. Which, sadly, we were. It was so much fun. I sipped the coffee that Jay gave me, vanilla-flavored black coffee. My favorite.

Five hours down the I-5, we stopped at a gas station/rest stop to grab something to eat. We parked and got out of the car just as the guys pulled in.

Jay headed straight to me. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” I said as I hugged him.

We made our way to the coffee shop, which was connected to a small gift shop.

I was browsing the gift shop while Jay went to get us something to eat. The shop mostly had a lot of touristy souvenirs with magnets, snow globes, and postcards. I saw a ceramic bowl filled with what looked like guitar picks. I picked one up—they were on the thicker side, with a marbled effect that was almost transparent when held up in the light. They each had letters on them. I picked one up that was a fiery red with the letter E on it. I paid for it at the counter before Jay came in.

We sat by the park bench and dug into our food. Jay got me an iced coffee and a chicken sandwich. Yum.

“I got you something,” I said, handing him the guitar pick. “It’s a guitar pick with my initial on it. That way, you remember thatyou have a girlfriend when all the girls start hitting on you at the festival.”

Jay’s gaze softened as he closed it around his fist. “I will cherish it forever,” he said, kissing me on the cheek.

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We made it to San Francisco around 8 p.m. Lily and I slept the whole way there. Poor Katy had to drive in complete silence. So, we promised that we would buy her plenty of chocolate milkshakes to make up for it.

We rented a house to stay in since it made sense for the lot of us. It was a quaint little cottage by the Bay area. There were four bedrooms in total, a sprawling kitchen that was fully equipped, and a massive living room. We decided to stay in that night and order some pizza because we were all pretty tired.

Jay and I took the small guest room that had a beautiful view of the backyard garden. I was a bit nervous. We had slept in the same bed plenty of times, but not like this. We had never shared a space together. He was currently taking a shower in the ensuite and was literally naked, just a few feet away from me.

I had already gotten ready for bed in my silky pink PJs. Jay pushed the bed to the far wall because he knew I would always end up falling off the bed if not. I settled in, pretending to read my Kindle while I fought hard to keep the images of him naked away from my head.

The bathroom door opened. Jay walked in wearing just a low black drawstring pant. Yum.

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t put a shirt on. It’s pretty warm in here,” he said, pulling the blankets as he slid in next to me.

“I don’t.” I swallowed.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I turned to him, and our mouths met. We kissed for what seemed like hours. He covered my whole body, grinding into me. My nipples were hard against the satin cami I was wearing. I could feel his hardness against my core. I moaned.

We came up for a breath.

“You are so beautiful,” Jay whispered, peering into my eyes.

“I want you, please,” I whined as I ground against his length to get some relief.

“Sweetheart.” He hesitated.

“Please,” I whined again. “You can’t say I am young anymore. I am eighteen now and I want my boyfriend in every way possible.”

His gaze darkened as he nodded, bringing his lips back to mine. He kissed me at a frenzied pace as if he couldn’t get enough of me. His fingers caught the thin strap of my cami and lowered it. Oh, God, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He peppered kisses along my neck as he pulled the cami completely off me, leaving me naked from the waist up.

I moaned as I felt his warm, smooth skin against my breasts—my nipples were diamond-hard. He lowered his head, his hands squeezing my breast as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. I screamed, throwing my head back. He gripped the back of my head and pulled me forward.

I met his liquid-molten blues as his face pressed against my breasts. “Watch me,” he said as he sucked my nipples hard, swirling his tongue. Taking me to the edge. Oh God, it was all too much. I watched as he gave the same treatment to my other breast. Licking, sucking, and biting

The deep ache in my core increased. Jay came back up to my face and gave me a hard, fast kiss. We tasted each other, craving that sweet sensation as if we were consuming the last fruit on earth. I was a goner.

Jay pulled back and took his fingers to the elastic of my shorts. My breath came out in short rasps.

“Can I?” he asked as he pulled them a bit.

I nodded.