Page 103 of All Roads Lead to You

“Hmm, yeah, we kind of need those.”

“Kinda,” I said, deadpan.

When I put the car in Park, we got out, and Nick spun around slowly. “Man, the temperature here is amazing! It’s perfect.”

“It’ll probably get colder later tonight.”

“Well, then you can live up to your name and keep me warm, Snuggle-Wuggles.”

I scowled at him as I moved the driver’s seat forward to pull out our camping crap. I pretended to be pissed, but I secretly liked his teasing. I’d never tell him that, though. He’d just let it go to his head.

“Do we want to gamble while we’re here? It’s legal on the Nevada side,” I asked.

Nick shrugged. “It’s not like we have a lot to bet on. Our money is dwindling. Besides, I think I’d rather spend it outdoors and shit.”

“Yeah, same.”

“And blow jobs.”

I looked up into the bright sky and rolled my eyes so hard. “Remind me why I love you again?”

“Teasing you is like one of my favorite pastimes, Snuggles.”

“If you want to find the absolute worst nicknames, ask Nick here,” I said to no one.

“I have the best nicknames.”

And I wasn’t creative enough to come up with even one for him. “Grab the cooler, nerd.”

Before we hit camp, Nick and I bought supplies, and tonight, I made us a decent meal of homemade chili in a Dutch oven over the fire. I also made enough to eat for tomorrow night.

After we ate, I got the fire roaring because it was getting cold out. I’d tossed on my fleece-lined denim jacket, and Nick wore an off-white cable-knit sweater he looked fucking good in. It was better than his Miami Vice look.

He opened up a couple of beers for us and handed me one. We sat in the tent with the flaps open so we could sit close together without prying eyes.

Instead of sitting between my legs, he straddled my lap, facing me. My hands slid under his sweater, loving his warm, smooth skin against my palms. His body shuddered under my touch.

“Fucking cold hands.”

“Warm them up for me.”

Nick cupped my face and pulled me into a kiss. It was softer than what he usually did, as if exploring my lips for the first time. His smooth tongue rolled in my mouth, his breath smelling of beer.

I pulled him tighter against me as my cock swelled, wanting him to feel how turned on he made me. While I teased him for wanting sex and to fool around all the time, I wanted it, too. I could make love to him all day, every day.

“I don’t like this sweater on you. Don’t get me wrong, it looks gorgeous on you. I just hate it when you’re wearing clothes,” I breathed on his lips.

His eyes, facing away from the fire, looked like the darkest night without any stars to be seen. You could fall into his black pools and drown in them, leading straight to his soul.

Nick crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his sweater, and pulled it over his head, tossing it into a corner. My hands traveled across his skin as it blanketed with goosebumps, but I’d warm him up soon enough.

“I hate your jeans, too.”

“Getting me naked?”

“A naked Nick is my favorite.”

He sat back on his ass on his sleeping bag, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and slipped them off along with his underwear.

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