Page 170 of The Forgotten

Oh, someone is cum drunk. She’s so cute.

“Pretty close,” Everest chuckles.

“It’s fucking delicious,” Shaw says, close enough to tilt Wren’s head back to kiss her. I can tell that he’s pushing my cum into her mouth by her noises, and Ambrose takes advantage of her distraction to pull out of her pussy slowly.

Between all of us, we help hold each other up as we struggle to catch our breaths. Gazing up, I see that the low tree is full of fruit and grin.

“Does anyone want to play a game?” I ask.

Somehow, we all ended up naked, our clothes safely out of the way to stay as clean as possible.

“What's the game?” Everest asks. “The last one to fill up their basket is edged tonight,” I decide.

Naked except our shoes, we dash for a basket and dash through the orchard to fill it up with as much fruit as possible. By the end, we’re sweating, laughing, and exhausted.

Funny enough, I somehow end up the loser because Everest kept stealing my basket. I can’t say that I’m mad about it. He always makes it good for me.

Getting redressed, we walk back to the party and leave soon after. No one mentions how long we were lost in the orchard, but I have a feeling Aisling definitely knows.

I love my pack, and this is my version of a perfect life.