Page 118 of Stone Temptation

“To fly us home?” I tried, sounding like a dog’s squeaky toy.

Not here. Not in a public place. Not ever.

“Asher…” I struggled with words, conflicted when I really shouldn’t be. “Not here.”

“Let’s get out of here, then.”

His voice. His damn voice loaded with wicked temptation.

“We can’t…”

Why couldn’t we? What was holding me back? I’d been happy to let Seth blow me, so why not go the full works with a man I liked?

Liked? Did I like him?

You liked his lips!

I shook my head, my hands, trying to expel the hankering for his caress.

Kiss me again.

Just fucking kiss me again.

Asher inched closer. I moved back, bumping into the sink. We were alone in here. All he had to do was hoist me up, tear off my trunks, and?—

Three men entered the changing room, chatting about the weather. Their voices killed the spell.

Asher quickly left the changing room.

Thank. God.

I got under a cold shower, chastising myself for even considering getting it on in a public place. What a terrible idea. A seriously terrible idea.

It took ages for my cock to deflate.

Freshly changed and hair damp, I met Asher outside the changing room. He was snacking on some crisps.

He held the packet out for me. “Want some?”

I shook my head, scared to meet his eyes.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Dunno what came over me.”

I’d like to cum over you… “It’s okay.” My mood deflated, nothing but a wrinkled balloon. “Let’s get out of here.”

“You alright?”

I shook my head.

“I’m really sorry, Luke.”

A dark pit of despondency waited for me with open arms. It really wanted to mess with my day today. “It’s not you. It’s…everything else. Getting slapped, the ring, all of it. It’s more crap blocking my path to Finn.”

He moved to my left side. “What can I do?”

“You don’t need to do anything.”

“I can apologize again. For being a randy prick.”

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