Page 23 of Beyond the Summer

"Is that what I said?"He hit me with a direct stare that spoke volumes.

I swallowed hard."If I'm the right person, you don't have to wait for anything.I'm a slut."

He snorted, then gently lifted me out of his lap and stood, reaching out a hand and tugging me to my feet."You're spending the session break with me."

"I actually have plans for the break," I said, pulling a pouty face.

"Fuck, you are a brat!"He turned away and started walking back to camp, expecting me to follow, like always."Your plans can be canceled."

I jogged to catch up to him."No, they can't."

"Researching the glory hole at the most popular gay bar in Seattle does not count as plans."

"Shit.How did you know that?You weren't looking at my phone, were you?"I asked, gaping at him.

He blinked, spinning to meet my eyes."That was a joke, Sutton.It was meant to be ridiculous."

"Oh.Um.Yeah, I was definitely not fantasizing about getting fucked by dozens of anonymous cocks through a hole in a bathroom stall.That would be insane."I gave an awkward laugh, and he shook his head, pulling me roughly against him.

"Anonymous cock is not what you need anymore, Sutton.You need romance."

He was dead wrong, but he said it in that sexy, dominant voice that made me want to agree.

Sutton

Thestartofthesession break did not involve riding Ben's big dick.In fact, Ben had vanished from the cabin, and after a few hours, I was starting to wonder if Ben was fucking with my head as some sort of twisted plot.

But the kiss, though…

Feeling restless, I pulled out my phone, ignored a string of text messages from my parents, and started searching for gay bars in Seattle again, my stomach churning as I imagined Ben returning to find me gone.Would he be sad?Angry?

Fuck, I shouldn't be acting like a love-struck teenager.Daydreaming about cute boys kissing me was definitely not my thing.Getting fucked raw and hard in a bathroom stall of a gay bar was my thing.

So why had I been thrilled when Ben told me we'd spend the weekend together?I stood and examined his bunk, trying to figure out if his things were missing.There were a lot of books and drawing supplies, so it was tough to tell if the one he was currently reading was there.I flipped open one of his sketchbooks, wondering what he was always drawing, and slammed it back closed.Then I immediately opened it again.

He was crazy talented, though I hoped he hadn't been working on this particular picture in front of campers.In it, a handsome man who maybe looked a tiny bit like me was bent over a stone wall, whimpering as an ogre's huge cock split his hole open.A noise outside made me quickly close the sketchbook and stash it, afraid I'd been caught.

But when no one came in after a minute, I went back to snooping.I found a book in the series he'd been reading aloud to me, the Mages of Aleron, and frowned down at it, flipping open the first page.This one had different main characters, but it was still two guys.Well, it wouldn't hurt to read a few pages.

I sat on the edge of my bed and opened it, flipping it to the first chapter, quickly becoming engrossed in the story.

"Why aren't you packed?"Ben's sharp voice startled me badly enough that I panicked and leaped up, hitting my head on the top bunk.

He bent over and took the book from where I’d tossed it on my pillow and turning it over in his hands."Jumpy much?"

I coughed."I wasn't reading the book, just checking to see if it was the same one you were reading me."Why the fuck was I lying?

"Uh-huh."A smile played around his lips as he looked down at the page the book was still open to."So you couldn't tell that by Chapter 4?"

How was I already on Chapter 4?I looked up at him, trying to come up with an excuse, but he bit his bottom lip, and I forgot how to make words.His lips were the perfect marriage of soft and firm, controlling and playful.Please kiss me again.

"I don't care if you want to read it.But why didn't you pack your things for the weekend?"

"I thought you ditched me."

He shook his head, standing on his tiptoes to pull a few books off the shelf above his bed and place them in a backpack."Why would I ditch you?"

"I don't know," I whispered."Like, you got a better offer?"

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