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“Do you mean back to the house?” Brett asks.

“You can still stay at my place,” I tell him.

“That’s OK, thank you, Andy.” He places a big hand on my shoulder and squeezes, the smile going all the way up to his eyes now. “There won’t be a need for that. Darlene left to stay with her church friends. I won’t be seeing her.”

“Just call me if you need anything, Dad. Ok?”

“I will,” he says, giving his son another hug before wrapping me up in one too. It’s like coming back home after years of being away. I close my eyes and hug him back, beyond happy that this was how our story was unfolding.

Brett and I watch him walk away, his shoulders no longer as slumped, his head held up a little higher. Somewhere nearby, a horse gives a loud whinny and a snort.

“Well… damn,” Brett says, looking at me with a hand on the back of his neck. “That was a lot.”

“It’s a big step for him,” I reply, my words floating in the crisp night air. The stars above seem to twinkle in agreement. “But it’s definitely a needed one. Your mom…” I hesitate, the words catching in my throat. I wanted to call her a monster but wasn’t entirely sure if that was my place to. The darkness of the night seems to deepen, echoing the shadow Darlene tried to cast over our lives.

“She’s toxic,” Brett finishes for me, the bitterness in his voice cutting through the silence of the night. I squeeze his hand, a silent pledge of support. “I just hope he finds some peace, you know? He deserves that much,” Brett continues. His voice is softer now.

We continue walking, and a thought occurs to me.

“You remember that summer when we built that treehouse near the creek?” I ask, the memory surfacing with a clarity that makes it feel like yesterday.

Brett laughs, the sound rich with nostalgia. “Oh, I remember. We were convinced we were master builders. Turned out, we couldn’t hammer a nail straight to save our lives.”

“Maybe because neither of us were actually straight.”

Brett looks at me before cracking up, the both of us breaking out into laughter. Eventually, the laughter fades, and we’re left with the soft rustle of the leaves and the distant chatter of the party.

“I missed this, Andy,” Brett says after a moment, his voice soft and thick with an emotion that sends shivers down my spine. “I missed us. I’m so happy you came back home to Shafter Falls.”

“I knew I needed to. Something was pulling me back, and I think I know what that was.” I lean in for a kiss. “Who that was.” The moment our lips touch, shockwaves of electricity roll through me. My hands go to his side as I melt into the kiss, my knees starting to feel weaker and weaker. I open my mouth, let Brett’s tongue in, and greet him with mine. Brett’s hands move down to my lower back, going even lower. He grabs my ass and pulls me onto him.

“You know,” Brett starts, his voice low and husky, “we’ve yet to celebrate properly.”

A shiver runs down my spine, anticipation igniting my veins.

“I think it’s time we fix that,” I reply, my voice laced with the promise of the pleasure that awaits us.

26

Brett

Wedecidetoleavethe party and continue the festivities back at my place.

Thank God. I wasn’t sure if I could last another second without getting this sexy ass man naked.

The drive back to my house is a mix of horny anticipation and a charged energy that buzzes between Andy and me. Every red light is a test of restraint, the close proximity igniting a fire that’s threatening to consume us whole. I grip the steering wheel tighter, the leather cool against my skin that’s anything but. Every glance Andy throws my way is a spark, igniting the kindling of desire that’s been building, not just tonight, but for years. I consider just pulling over and making use of the back seat of my truck, but I want more tonight. I want to take us both to new heights, and I didn’t think the cramped backseat would be very conducive to that.

I squeezed my legs together, my already hard cock pressing against my thigh. Andy’s eyes drop to my obvious bulge. His hand moves off of mine, gently stroking me through my jeans as I try to drive safely.

As we pull up to the house, he lets go, and I notice that his own pants are straining to hold his stiff cock down. The engine dies down, and in the quiet, the rapid beating of our hearts is a drumbeat.

“Come on,” I say, “Let’s get inside.”

We barely make it through the front door. The world outside fades away, and it’s just Andy and me. Our lips meet, a collision of stars and galaxies, a dance of destinies intertwining. Clothes become barriers, discarded as we explore landscapes that are familiar but still new.

“I need a drink,” I manage to pull away, my voice a hoarse whisper echoing the potent mix of desire bubbling up inside me. Andy and I are only in our underwear, both of us hard and leaking already from simply making out. But I want tonight to last, I want to savor every second of it. So I lead him to my kitchen, a hand on his perfect butt.

In the kitchen, I go straight for the fridge, where I pull out a bottle of champagne. I tear off the foil wrapping and pop the cork. The sound is celebratory, the fizzing of the drink filling the room as I pour us each a glass.

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