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“Fucking brat,” I breathed out as I did what we both wanted and sank into his heat.

He tossed his head back, and I stared at the long line of his neck, unable to stop myself from leaning over and reaching out. I cupped his cheek and brushed my thumb over his parted lips, shivering when he drew it into his mouth. Nothing felt as good as being inside him.Except maybe him being inside of you.I shivered again at my thoughts running away with me. Soon enough, I would have that slow, sweet ache of drawing him inside, but for right now, I could get lost in the slick squeeze of his ass around my dick and the warm heat of his mouth.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Sean

Ihad always paid attention to Rod throughout the years. No one would blame me for sneaking a peek every now and then. He was a good-looking guy with his wide shoulders, easy gait, and winter-white smile. It used to annoy the shit out of Cameran when girls in our school always cooed over him when he came to pick us up.

But something about the fact that I had now seen him bared to my gaze and felt the weight of him pressing me against the sheets left me hyper-aware of every move he made. When his fingers flipped the turn signal, my mouth went dry. I wondered again when I would feel those same fingers against my nipples, twisting and turning until I had no choice but to cry out in pleasure. Sex was something I often thought about, whether lying in bed alone under the cover of darkness or waiting when things were slow in the café. My mind tended to wander, latching onto things that I found much more pleasurable.

Now, though, I almost felt reborn into some new form of sexual demon who could recall every gasp and whimper even when nothing greeted me except the unending skyline as we made our way down the highway.

“Are you okay?” I turned and looked at Rod, and his gaze was concerned as he looked back at me. “You’re real quiet over there. Do you need me to pull over to a rest stop?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, shit! You should have told me, I can pull over at the next—”

“No, I mean, yes, I’m okay. No, I don’t need to stop.” I shook my head, not wanting him to worry when there was nothing to worry about. It was just my own mind taking me down rabbit holes that didn’t need to be explored. Nothing was going to stop me from reminiscing on our time together, other than maybe pulling the car over and seeing just how flexible both of us could be in the confines of the truck.

“I’m fine,” I replied, hoping that my tone was even enough to not draw too much attention. I reached out and placed my hand on his leg. It was something he had done often to me as we made our way from Denver to Dallas and then again once we were back on the stretch of road leading us home. It was a feeling I was quickly growing familiar with, and I almost felt betrayed when his hand didn’t immediately take up residence on my thigh whenever we were in the truck and on the road. Was it possible to grow addicted to a touch so innocently simple? Would I ever be able to ride in a car or truck with him again without feeling the phantom weight of his hand on me?

Did I even want to?

We were only a few hours out from Atlanta, but instead of feeling excited about being back home, worry gripped my chest, and for a moment, I almost wished we had more time. Something about our time together made it all seem so unreal. In fact, I greeted the thought of being back within Atlanta’s city limits with a scowl and worry.

“Hey, Rod, why don’t we take another day and explore somewhere else?”

He turned to me with a smile on his face, but I could see confusion in his gaze. So far on our trip, I had been content to sit back and follow where he led, but now with thoughts of what would happen when we went back to our everyday lives, I found myself reaching out to grasp one last bit of happiness before the inevitable end.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we just pick a place and find the nicest hotel where we can indulge a little bit?” I said, hoping that my voice was steady and not giving away the turmoil that roiled in my mind. I wasn’t ready for this fantasy trip of ours to end. “Unless you don’t have some time to spare. I know you probably need to get back and get things set up at home.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I do need to get things set up, but I built in a little time once we got home for me to be able to do that just in case we ran into trouble on the road.”

“Oh.”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure my mom would probably appreciate the extra day to finish planning whatever get-together she’s decided to throw for me coming home.”

I laughed, knowing just how truthful he was being, and said as much. There was no doubt in my mind that between Cameran and their mom, not only was Rod going to be welcomed home in style, but his condo was probably already decked out with every piece of furniture he would ever need.

“Plus, I’m kind of not wanting to let you out of my sight right now as it is,” he threw out with a toothy grin that made a shiver run up my spine in all the best ways. Possessive Rod was something I was getting used to, and I knew if I had more time, it would be something that I craved. “Why don’t you find us a nice place to hole up in, maybe near Birmingham?”

“Oh, fuck no,” I replied, giving him a look. “You know I don’t do Alabama. We’ll get to Atlanta and find a place somewhere downtown where we can explore each other.”

His laughter was a balm to my inner thoughts, and he placed a hand on top of mine. Without a thought, I turned my hand over and laced my fingers between his. This easy warmth and acceptance was something that I knew I wouldn’t have in two days’ time. It was one thing to be together when the rest of the world was safely ensconced away. It was another thing to try to enmesh our lives together when we were such different people.

Four years was a long time to be gone and to be away from one another, and I was sure that we had both changed. When he brought our hands up and pressed his lips against the back of mine, I felt something inside of me cry out. I wanted this, not just the easy intimacy but the racing of my heart. It was exciting in a way I had never experienced before in any of my relationships. There had been drama, for sure—the kind that often left me exhausted for days once it had blown through like a hurricane against the shore. This new brand of excitement that lit my pulse like a firecracker was so different. It left me feeling energized and reborn like a wildfire that spread and left the green buds of growth behind.

I knew what I wanted to call this, but I wasn’t sure how it would be taken. Not only that, but I wasn’t sure how smart it would be to give it a name. Giving it a name implied a beginning. Having a beginning implied an end.

“What brought this on all of a sudden, anyway?” Rod asked, glancing back over at me. The smile on his face was soft and so dangerously fond. I was helpless at the sight of it and felt my own lips curling up to match.

“Maybe I’m just not ready to be rid of you,” I replied. “Once we get back, I’m going to have to share you with everyone, and you know I don’t like to share.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t know why you think you’ll have to share me with anyone.”

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