“You got a full ride to college. You did it.” I grab his cock and give it one quick stroke, and it firms up in my hand instantly. “That deserves a blowjob, for sure. Maybe even a good dicking.”

He lets out a startled laugh at that. “You aren’t mad?” I stroke him again, eliciting a hearty moan from his lips.

“Hell no. I’m proud.” I lick the salty precum from his slit, dragging my tongue over the flushed head of his cock and then down over his shaft, all the way to his balls, which I tongue slowly. “Very proud.”

“Holy shit, Kingston,” he whimpers.

I love doing that to him.

I grasp his cock at the base and slowly take it into my mouth. I haven’t gotten the hang of deep-throating just yet, but I’ve been practicing as much as I can. It’s like I can’t get enough of him, and it doesn’t matter to me that he’s a guy.

To me, he’s just Camden. My best friend. And I really am proud of him. I’m not letting myself think about what this means. That he’ll be leaving soon. Way too soon.

When he hauls me to my feet and pulls me into a deep kiss, I kiss him back with everything I have. We undress each other, and then I’m putting on a condom and sinking inside him before I even know it.

I get lost in him every time.

There’s no time to feel the impending loss because he’s right here, moaning my name softly as I thrust into him and stroke his hard dick with my hand.

“I’m so damn proud of you,” I say as I thrust deep inside him, and his back arches up, his cry muffled by my mouth on his.

He’s going to have everything he deserves, and I won’t ever stop that from happening, no matter how much it kills me.

29. Camden

TWENTY-NINE

CAMDEN

“How are you doing?” LeAnn smiles, taking a sip from the whiskey bottle I brought to the party tonight, and then she shrugs.

“I’m okay. Mom called me last week to check in. She’s still pissed I didn’t go with her, but I told her I don’t want her life.”

“That’s good. You’re kind of a badass,” I say with a smile, stealing the whiskey bottle back. School is winding down. It’s March already. And Sandy Thompson is having her birthday party out in the country, just outside her parents’ house.

We never have house parties like you see on television. Country kids can’t be contained. But out here with the bonfire raging and nothing but a dark, starry sky, I realize I could actually miss this someday.