“Everett.” Josie shifts, the leather seat creaking, and she’s gripping the back of my head. Holding me to her as if I might ever let go. We’re alone out here in the quiet, out with the singing insects and the blazing sun. “Everett, maybe we should stop. If Harry comes out—”

“He said he’d stay inside.”

She falls quiet at that and all it implies. My nephew’s blessing. The potential blooming between Josie and I, suddenly so real. How did I ever get so lucky?

Though there are no guarantees. She’s cracked the door open for me again, but we’re a long way from forgiveness here. That’s okay. However long it takes, whatever she needs, I’ll earn Josie’s trust again.

I lick her stomach. The tanned flesh twitches, her breath catching above my head. “Salty,” I mutter. “You taste good.”

But I’m not really kneeling here so I can lick her belly and kiss her shoulders. We both know that.

Josie’s lips press together when I nudge her thighs apart. “You don’t really have to do this, Everett. Sure, I’ll huff and puff a bit more, but I’m obviously gonna forgive you.”

Have to do this?

Have to?

I growl and reach between us, spreading her pussy open with my thumbs. “What are you talking about? I don’t have to lick my girl? I’ve waited years to do this, Josie, and you’re not putting me off now, you hear?” My eyes are fixed on her slippery pink folds, on the shine that proves she wants me too. No word is a lie. “You’re my new favorite item on the breakfast menu.”

Her shocked laugh cuts off when I duck my head. The first lick makes my blood heat and my belly tighten.

Shit.

That’s good.

And it’s even better when I get a good angle and start lapping at her clit; when Josie tugs on my hair as I suck her pussy lips into my mouth one at a time. It’s so base and shameless, especially out here in the fresh air, but it’s perfect, too. Even the birds cheering in the trees agree with me.

She hisses when I slide a finger inside her, gentle and slow. I pull back, words vibrating against her flesh, and ask, “You need me to stop? Does it hurt?”

“Don’t you dare.” Josie sounds as winded as I feel. I saw my finger in and out, rubbing against the spot inside her that makes her squirm. “I’m getting that cock again, Everett, and this time you’re gonna kiss me afterward and say nice things to me.”

Yeah, I am—every day for the rest of our lives. I’ve messed up like that once, but never, ever again.

And why wait until we’re done? “You’re doing so well, baby. Look at you, taking my finger like that. Sucking it up so deep. Such a good girl.”

Above me, Josie’s cheeks are so pink, she looks sunburned.

She tries to tug me up, but I bat her away. I felt her come around me last night, but this time I want to taste it. Want to feel it against my tongue.