Page 13 of Instant Bond

I absolutely couldn’t let him get anywhere near me, or I’d climb him like a tree. Gritting my teeth, I sent him a text message.

I’m really sorry, I know this is late notice, but don’t come today. We have to reschedule.

His reply was almost immediate.

What’s wrong?

Of course he wouldn’t let me leave it vague. The man was so nosy he’d straight out asked me if I was a virgin, for Christ’s sake.

I’m not feeling well.

The moment I hit send, I knew that was the wrong approach to take. My realization was confirmed by his next message.

If you’re sick, I’ll bring you some medicine. What is it exactly you’re ailing from?

He really did want to take care of me. My heart wanted to flutter, but I didn’t think there was enough blood in my body left that wasn’t being taken up by my stiff dick. And who the hell used the word ailing in a text message anyway?

I’m not sick exactly. I don’t need any medicine.

I’d already taken heat blockers, an hour or so earlier, but they weren’t doing much to help me. Maybe I should double up and take some more. I knew for a fact I wouldn’t be able to do anything productive until I could focus on something other than needing to get fucked.

I’ll be there in ten.

Groaning, I jammed my face into a couch cushion. That was the worst case scenario. My hard cock twitched with excitement that Karter would be in my presence shortly.

“Forget it,” I said out loud. Talking to a body part was very mentally stable and not concerning at all. “It’s not happening.”

There were so many reasons it wasn’t happening that I couldn’t even come up with them all. For one, we barely knew each other. I definitely liked him and I wasdefinitelyhot for him, but that didn’t change the fact that I’d had more conversations with the dog groomer who kept his mobile grooming station parked outside the grocery store. And we didn’t own a dog.

For another thing, I wouldn’t feel right hooking up with someone that didn’t know about Ty. It felt wrong, somehow. Wrong for me to hide that I was a dad like I was ashamed of it, and wrong to trick someone into fucking a dad without their knowledge.

Then there was the obvious unavoidable fact that Karter was built like a fucking statue and I was built like a guy who went to the gym approximately zero times a week and ate a lot of the same foods as my six-year-old kid, chicken nuggets and fruit gummies.

Still, he was coming and there was no way for me to stop him. I could have locked my door and not opened it, but who knew how long he’d stand out there knocking? I was starting to realize that he was maybe a little nuts. Not, like, nuts enough for me to stop seeing him or anything. But there was definitely an element of crazy going on there.

As the seconds ticked by and all I could do was wait, very dangerous ideas started coming to life in my head. And all those reasons that I definitely, absolutely, without question couldn’t sleep with Karter started to seem really dumb and insignificant.

He wanted me. I wanted him. We were both consenting, otherwise unattached adults. At least, I was pretty sure he was unattached. He wasn’t anyone’s mate, at least, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to scent me like he claimed he could.

Letting out a petulant whine, I looked at my phone. I still had five minutes. Ignoring every bit of common sense and rational reasoning I’d ever had, I hopped up from the couch and headed into the bathroom, swiping up the gift bag from the day before and bringing it with me.

By the time he knocked on the door I had two warring forces inside me. They had very clear, very simple motivations. Fuck and don’t fuck. But I had a secret weapon in case thedon’t fuckside somehow came out on top of the battle. The fact that I did kind of made it clear what I really wanted, but I wasn’t ready to mentally admit that yet.

When I let him in, his reaction to my heat was instant and very noticeable. His pupils dilated, blowing out to take up nearly his entire iris, and his jaw clenched. The sight of him sent even more heat shooting down my body, settling between my legs. I didn’t need to say anything. He knew exactly what I needed.

“Cameron.” His voice was slightly strained, but mostly stern. Like he was scolding me for playing a trick on him.

“Yes?” My voice came out in a squeak. His eyes flicked down my body. I knew my ratty t-shirt and cotton pajama pants weren’t particularly sexy or enticing, other than maybe the fact that my dick was very clearly trying to drill through them, tenting them out in a very obvious way. And at least it was keeping him from looking around at my tiny apartment with the peeling wallpaper and old appliances. He’d probably grown up in a mansion.

He was quiet for a few moments, like he wasn’t sure what to say. The suspense was agonizing. Was I expecting too much from him? Would he resent me for putting him in this position?

“Would you like me to go?” He was leaving it up to me. But I couldn’t tell if he wanted to be here or not.

“No,” I said honestly. I’d asked him not to come, but… On some level, I’d known he wouldn’t listen. I’d wanted him here, and I still did.

He walked over to the small, round table Ty and I usually ate at, and picked up the bottle of heat blockers I’d left sitting there.

“You’ve taken these?” He asked, rattling the bottle a little.

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