Page 93 of Only With Me

I find his phone in the pocket of his jeans and set his alarm. “You get six hours and then your ass better meet me in the barn.”

Pulling back the covers, I motion for him to get under, and he finally does.

“I’ll be there at noon,” he confirms, collapsing against his pillows.

“Ten,” I counter. “I wanna be done by noon.”

“Then you won’t even need me by the time I get there.”

I blow out a frustrated breath because it’s not even worth arguing with him. “Shut up and go to sleep.”

“There’s room in my bed if you wanna snuggle, Delly.”

“As temptin’ as that is, I prefer wakin’ up without vomit all over me.”

Her snarky response causes me to laugh. “Damn, you’re brutal.”

“I gotta be to handle him.” She waves toward him and by the time I look back at him, he’s already snoring.

“Well, I’ll walk ya out.”

I flick off the lights and close the door behind us.

Once we’re at the driver’s side of her truck, I open the door for her. “Did you at least get to enjoy your night?”

She nods, smiling. “Wilder knows how to have a good time and he made sure I did, too. He rode the bull and made it six seconds.”

I stuff my hands in my pockets and grin. “Wow, he’s gettin’ better.”

She snickers. “I know he’s a party animal and has a lot of growin’ up to do, but he was mostly a gentleman all night.”

“Well, that’s somewhat reassuring.”

The air grows tense between us.

Delilah and I rarely talk and it’s never just the two of us.

“You must be tired. Are you okay to drive home? I have a couch you could crash on…”

“Nah, I’m fine.” She jumps into the seat and starts the engine. “I switched to water at one and then I had a Red Bull before we left.”

“Thank you again,Delly. I owe ya one.”

“You sure do,Way-Way.”

My alarm goes off way too fucking soon. I roll over and hit the snooze, grumbling at the sun beaming through my blinds.

Even though I went to bed at four, I slept better than I have in a long time.

And woke up with Harlow on my mind.

I knew I missed talking to her but getting to chat the way we did last night makes me realize just how much I depended on seeing her messages every day. They always made me smile and excited for the next one.

This morning’s no different. My chest squeezes at the memory of hearing her moan and orgasming to my voice. I’venever done anything like that before, but I can’t wait to do it again.

Hopefully with her moaningmyname.

She was so open and honest about wanting to learn, and honestly, it was refreshing to talk to someone so vulnerable. It made me feel like I could be, too.