Page 101 of When You Blush

“Yours.” I don’t even hesitate because there is no other answer.

“You’re already quivering around me. Are you about to come, baby?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good. I fucking love the way your tight cuntsqueezes my cock. Give in to it, my love. Do it. Go over for me.”

Christ on a cracker, his words, combined with how amazing he feels, shoot me right into the stratosphere. I don’t bother to be quiet as I come apart, and Blake follows me over, groaning and rocking into me until we’re both spent and panting.

He pulls out, and when his cum starts to leak out of me, he swipes his fingers through it and tucks it back inside me.

“I belong in there,” he says before helping me pull my leggings back up.

“Well, that will be fun for the next five miles.”

Blake finishes righting his clothes, then palms the back of my neck and pulls me to him, covers my mouth with his, and I immediately melt against him.

The mouth on this guy.

“I want you to feel me dripping out of you all day. Every time you take a step, you’ll know that I’m inside you. That you’re mine andonlymine, sweetheart.”

“As long as there are no dirt and bugs.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Absolutely not. Trust me, baby.”

I do.I trust him more thananyone.

“Where have you guys been?” Birdie asks two hours later from a balcony at the lodge as we hike back. “You were gone forever.”

“Only a few hours,” Blake replies with a grin. “We went for a hike. What are you doing, cupcake?”

“I’m coloring out here because the baby is sleeping, and I’m always too loud. Can I hang out with you guys?”

“We’re going to get cleaned up, then we’ll come get you, okay?” Birdie immediately smiles and claps her hands.

I’m about to jog up the stairs to our floor when Blake takes my hand and stops me. He pulls me to him and cups my face.

“We don’t have to hang out with Birdie if you don’t want to.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to. Birdie’s awesome. I like her more than most people. Hey, you should text Bridger or Dani and ask them if we can take her to the pool.”

He’s just staring at me, still breathing a little hard from the hike and covered in sweat.

“Blake? Are you having a stroke or something? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“I fucking love you.” He kisses me hard, then pulls me behind him up the stairs to our room.

“Because I like your niece?”

“Yeah, sugar. Because you like my niece. And for a million other reasons. Get in the shower, and I’ll call Bridge.”

I blink at him for a second, then turn for thebathroom. I can hear his deep voice talking on the phone as I start the water and shimmy out of my gross clothes. I’ve just started washing my hair when he joins me and takes over scrubbing my scalp.

“Oh, that’s nice. It’s always better when someone else washes your hair.”

“Are many men washing your hair these days, Harper?”

I squint one eye open and stare at him. “No, jealous man, I have a hairdresser. Cool your jets. Only you and Miguel wash my hair. Besides me, of course.”