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The way his thoughts echoed my own nearly ripped my soul in two.
I turned and kissed him quickly to keep him from saying anything else. As I held his head with his lips pressed tightly to me, I felt his orgasm crash over him, triggering my own.
Tommy’s words had shocked me, not because it was a surprise he wanted more than a fling but because he hadn’t been able to keep from admitting it out loud. There was a relief in that. I knew he’d been walking on eggshells to a certain extent, trying to keep his pleas for more than casual to himself. Trying to keep from scaring me off.
So the fact that he hadn’t been able to keep from saying it meant he was overcome with feelings.
And he wasn’t the only one.
I wished that changed things. Wished it meant I couldrespond to his pleas with promises of my own the way I wanted to. But my weak grasp on my commitment to keep it casual was the only protection I had left, and I was trying to hold on to it for as long as possible.
Four more weeks.
20
TOMMY
There werethree weeks left of the summer SERA session. The past week had flown by in a hazy fog of hard work and harder sex. After I’d fucked Foster in the cabin that first night, I’d become obsessed with trying it every which way possible, which had very quickly led to him fucking me.
The first two times had been semi-aborted attempts, the first due to a premature ejaculation situation I wasn’t even sorry for. The man had magic fingers, and it turned out… I had a very sensitive prostate. That had led to a sleepless night of trying to repeat the experience as many times as humanly possible until I’d finally passed out, sprawled over Foster’s chest for the final hour before sunrise.
The second attempt had been wildly successful. So wild and successful, in fact, I was a convert. Sex with Foster was all I could think about, all I wanted to do, all the time.
I felt like a sex-crazed teenager… which might have explained why I’d spent the better part of a scouting hike with Foster begging him to fuck me in the woods.
“Not happening,” he grunted as he stepped up a steep embankment threaded with thick roots, sending pebbles and dirt chunks down the embankment behind him.
He reached back to lend me a hand, but I batted it away and climbed up after him. “My med kit has lube, if that’s what’s holding you back.”
“It’s not.” He continued through the trees in search of the right spot to place our search and rescue training target for the upcoming sign-cutting drill. Since the students assigned to medical rotation were stuck in the classroom doing a CPR refresher course this morning, I’d elected to accompany Foster on his hike.
It was proving very frustrating.
We continued moving farther off the trail and deeper into the woods. The air was cooler up here than at SERA, and I enjoyed the break from being around lots of other people.
I also enjoyed the view of Foster Blake’s ass in those shorts and the way his hair flicked out around the edges of the backward ball cap he’d stolen from me.
After a few more minutes, it was clear Foster wasn’t to be deterred from his mission. So I tried a different tactic.
“You haven’t asked me about Stanford. It’s beentwo weeks.” He was in front of me, leading the way, so I could only see the tensing of his shoulders as he froze for a beat, the gray SERA T-shirt stretched wide over his shoulders.
A twig snapped loudly under his boot as he finally moved again. “I figured if you wanted to tell me, you’d tell me.”
“Aren’t you curious at all?”
“Not really.”
Now, he was just pissing me off. “Why not?”
He stopped and turned. “Because I know you exceeded their expectations. Because I know you charmed the pants off of them, and I know they want you. What’s to ask?”
I threw out my hands in frustration. “Oh, I don’t know, whatIthought about it? HowI’mfeeling about it? What it was like to try to impress people and be on the top of my game while sleep-deprived and exhausted and worrying about my sister?”
Foster’s face fell. “Tommy, I?—”
I held up a hand. “Spare me whatever the fuck too-little, too-late bullshit you’re getting ready to fumble, okay?”
He took a step toward me, but I glared at him, freezing him in place. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the sound of happy chatter broke through the woods from the direction of the trail. By unspoken agreement, Foster and I remained silent until after they’d passed. When he spoke again, it was in a softer voice.
