Page 49 of Something Unavoidable

Right. Not going outside. Izzy was looking for a window to open when he realized Riley was alternating between poking him with her wet nose and pawing at his thigh.

Oh. He was having a panic attack. That was why he thought there wasn’t enough air in the room.

Riley pawed him again, then gave a short bark, using her body to herd him toward the sofa.

He sat and dug into his pocket for one of the treats Keegan had had him start carrying. “Good girl,” he said and signed as he fed it to her.

She took it daintily, then crawled up into his lap, leaning against his chest until he relaxed back and lifted a hand to pet her.

He heard a loud huff and turned to see Chance watching him again. The wolf-dog gave Izzy a look that said “About time you noticed,” then turned and wandered back to flop on the floor, back-to-back with Lucky, who woke up long enough to lick Chance’s ear before dropping back to sleep.

When Keegan exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam a few minutes later, he zeroed in on Izzy and Riley on the couch. Izzy was starting to think that everyone in the cabin had some kind of extra sense when it came to his moods. It would be annoying if Izzy didn’t appreciate it so much.

Keegan tightened the towel around his waist and came around the couch to crouch next to Izzy and cup his cheek. “Shit,” he said on a sigh. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

Izzy leaned into his touch and shrugged. “Not your fault. If I can’t predict when I’ll lose my shit over something stupid, how are you supposed to?”

Keegan shook his head, then leaned in and kissed Izzy’s forehead. “What do you need?”

“Distract me,” Izzy replied, the words coming out faster and more desperate than he intended. “Get me out of my head. I can’t handle feeling like this.”

Keegan kissed him again, on the mouth this time. “Okay. Give me a minute. I know exactly what I’m going to do to you.” He pushed himself up, his knees popping. Izzy would have given him shit about it, but he was too busy trying to figure out what Keegan meant.

“Do to me?” he asked Keegan’s retreating back. “What does that mean?” He twisted around, dislodging Riley, who hopped off the couch, satisfied her job was done for the moment. Keegan was halfway up the stairs and clearly didn’t intend to answer him. What was he planning? And how had he come up with it so fast? Was Izzy going to like this plan, or did Keegan intend to make him suffer? Crap. Izzy flopped back on the couch. Heshouldn’t have said anything. He should have come up with his own distraction—at least that way, he’d be in control of it.

By the time Keegan returned, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved thermal shirt that clung to his biceps and the planes of his chest, Izzy was ready to demand details. Luckily for his continued mental health, what little of it he had left, he recognized the items in Keegan’s hands. “Oh crap,” he said.

Keegan chuckled, his grin wicked. “You ask, I deliver,” he told Izzy. He leaned down and caught Izzy’s chin, tipping his face up for a kiss that ended too soon. “On your knees, hands on the back of the couch,” he said. “Oh, and drop your pants.”

Izzy gulped, eyeing the remote-controlled prostate massager, but he didn’t hesitate to do as he was told. He lifted his hips and shoved his sweats halfway down his thighs. He was soft for the moment, but that wouldn’t last long once the toy was buzzing against his sweet spot. He rolled to his knees and dropped his elbows to the back of the couch, arching his back and sticking out his ass.

Keegan gave an appreciative hum, and Izzy couldn’t help but show off—his ass was one of his best features after all. The little wiggle earned him a sharp smack that was more noise than sting. “Brat,” Keegan said, warm and fond in a way that made Izzy melt. Who knew “brat” could be an endearment?

Izzy shivered when cool, lube-coated fingers rubbed over his hole, raising goose bumps on his skin. “Ugh,” he whined. “You couldn’t warm it up?” That got him another smack, and he fought a smile at how easily Keegan got played. Spanking still wasn’t a punishment.

Keegan pressed his fingers inside, first one, then two, but he didn’t stay long enough for Izzy to get into it. Instead, they retreated, and the hard plastic of the toy replaced them. Izzy squirmed a little as Keegan got it seated, then squirmed somemore at where it rested, just close enough to be felt, but without enough pressure to do him any good.

Izzy made himself still and waited, the lack of anything happening almost worse than the threat of the remote control. Keegan’s eyes were on him, measuring, judging, and Izzy didn’t care. No, that was wrong. He cared a lot, and he wanted every minute of it that he was able to get. His body heated, despite the slight chill in the room, his cock plumping in anticipation. Izzy bit his lip and tried to focus on his breathing. He needed to relax and go with the flow. If Keegan did what Izzy thought he was going to, it was going to be a very long day.

The first time the toy buzzed to life, Izzy wasn’t the least bit ready for it. He’d started to suspect that Keegan didn’t know how the thing worked. But apparently, he did. It pulsed three times, just enough to have Izzy’s hips arching and chasing the sensation before it vanished again. Izzy’s breath shook on the exhale, but he stayed firm. He wasn’t going to let Keegan win this time. Izzy might not know what round they were on—he’d only started keeping score after the snowball fight—but he was determined to come out on top.

Then Keegan was tugging Izzy’s sweats into place. Once he was decent again—as decent as he got anyway—Keegan helped him off the couch. Izzy stood in the center of the living room, waiting for instructions as he tried not to shift in a way that pressed the toy against his prostate any harder. He wasn’t going to give Keegan any advantages.

“What would you like for lunch?” Keegan asked, then hit the button on the remote.

Izzy’s knees nearly gave out, and he had to grip the arm of the sofa to remain upright. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, his eyes shutting and his lips parting as the toy pulsed over and over and over again.

Just as his cock started to press against the inside of his sweats, the vibration stopped. Izzy sagged. He peeled his eyes open and caught Keegan failing to hide his amusement. He glared back.

“Lunch?” Keegan prompted again.

Izzy heaved a sigh. It was going to be a long fucking day.

Keegan Reid needed todie.It was going to be justifiable homicide because Izzy was So. Goddamn. Fucking.Horny.If he didn’t do something,hewas going to die. He braced his palms on the side of the sink and glared at his flushed and sweaty reflection in the bathroom mirror. This was torture. It had beenhours, and Keegan wouldn’t let him come. Izzy had tried everything, from begging to pleading to the sloppiest, most enthusiastic blow job he could manage, and he still got denied.

Izzy’s chest heaved, and his fingers tightened on the white porcelain. He knew he could end this right now. It wasn’t like Keegan was in the bathroom watching, and there was nothing preventing him from slipping a hand down his pants and jerking himself off in two point three seconds.

But he didn’t. He’d love to say it was because he was proving that he could handle anything Keegan threw at him. But in reality, he just wanted Keegan to be proud of him. He wanted to make Keegan happy, and the only thing he was interested in proving was that, when he wanted to, he could be good.

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