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A week into this trip, and we’d gone from hating each other to stroking one another off. It was fucking wild.

“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered to his back, so he’d know I was just as vulnerable as he was. How this was new to me, too. He wasn’t alone. “I’ve got you, Logan.”

Chapter 18

Logan

I couldn't believe I made Nick come. I still struggled to wrap my head around it while he wrapped his hand around my dick. Hell, my hand was still covered in his cum, cupping it as if it was something precious. God, why’d I have to be so weird?

How did Nick and I get here? Only last week, we were stepbrothers who barely tolerated each other. Now Nick was jacking me off in the fucking woods as it started to rain.

I’ve got you, Logan.

His words reverberated around my head over and over. I was so fucking confused and so fucking turned on that it bordered on frustration. Touching Nick like that had only been in my fantasies, never daring to dream that it would ever happen. In my arousal-hazed mind, I began doubting if he really did this to help me. Maybe he’d just been messing with me as payback for all the shit I’d done to him.

The rain started coming down harder, but the thick canopy of leaves from the trees protected us for the most part. My body grew chilled from the cooling temperature, yet I was filled with fire from Nick stroking me. He had his body tightly pressed against mine, like a shield protecting me from the outside world.

I’ve got you, Logan.

I gasped for breath as I watched his strong fingers slide over my cock, twisting and swiping the head. His other hand and arm were wrapped around my stomach. Nick made me feel safe. From what, I didn’t know.

I’ve got you, Logan.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah…”

“Tell me what you want.”

Why?

Why is he doing this?

This wasn’t supposed to be possible.

I shut my negative thoughts out to focus on Nick and coming. I’d worry about the consequences after because I couldn’t turn back now. No way would I stop him. I needed this more than breathing. And that was what put me in a tailspin.

“Don’t stop,” I said. “Just don’t stop.”

“You got it.”

“I need…”

“What do you need?”

Answers.

“I need you to move faster… harder.”

Nick spit on his palm again and did as I’d asked. His hand moving, squeezing, pumping. I could get lost in his hands all day, but I fucking needed to come. I was desperate for it.

His hand was so much better than mine. He wasn’t perfect at it since he wasn’t rubbing his own dick, but it was Nick’s hand.

The sky suddenly opened up to pour rain on us, but Nick didn’t let up. The pressure was achingly strong, and I was teetering on the cusp of having an epic orgasm, hovering there, teasing and taunting me.

When he grabbed my nuts with his other hand, I fucking exploded. Hell, my body exploded as I cried out over the thunder, shooting cum all over the poor tree. He didn’t stop until I convulsed from my overstimulated dick.

I breathed for a moment to get my bearings before I turned to face my personal hell—the man I’d loved for so long, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find anyone to match.

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