Page 17 of Returning Your Love
I pushed up to my feet, grabbed his empty bottle from alongside his chair, and tossed them with a little too much force into the trash bag I’d hung off the back of his truck behind me.
Yawning, he stood, stretching enough that his T-shirt rode up and bared pale skin.
I refused to let my gaze linger. “Come here.” I pulled him in for a hug, squeezing tight but keeping my groin well away from his, even though my dick lay soft against my thigh. Last thing I needed was to brush my flaccid length against him and go instantly rock hard. It was bad enough having his heat and muscle wrapped around me and not being able to do anything about the want deep in my gut that had just as much to do with sheltering him as it did fucking him.
We both lingered, Chaz probably from enjoying the comfort I offered while I totally perved in my brain over my best friend. I soothed my hand down his back, breathing in the scent of hismusk that hadn’t changed one bit. Still made butterflies go crazy in my stomach and tempted my dick to twitch.
Chaz trembled, and I wondered how badly he fought off tears.
Or was he feeling the sexual energy between us too?
Temptation to shift my lower half into contact with his slid heat through my veins, and I swallowed hard as blood seeped into my cock, giving me a semi.
“Wish I could promise you a baby will happen when the time’s right,” I offered, trying like fuck to keep my brain on this side of right. Having just found Chaz again, I did not want to fuck around and find out how quickly I would be friendless if he learned how badly I desired him.
“I kinda hope it doesn’t.”
I stepped back, hanging onto his biceps, completely thrown for a loop by his muttered reply. All thoughts of sinking into his hole were wiped from my mind. “What?”
Lips pressed tight, he shook his head. “Nothing.”
I allowed Chaz to separate himself from me and, baffled, followed on his heels toward the tent, thankful he hadn’t noticed the bulge in my shorts.
Fuck, I wanted to pry, push for an answer as to what he’d meant, but men kept secrets for a reason. Didn’t need him digging into my life because I had some as well. But what the fuck?
The puzzle over him no longer hoping to get Shelly pregnant owned my brain, causing my dick to deflate.
Leaving shit alone, I kicked off my sliders I’d put on after swimming and sprawled atop my sleeping bag. We’d set up the tent and our still too-small sleeping area before night had fallen. The manufacturer’s idea of a four-man tent really only fit two full-grown guys like us, both of us being over six-feet tall and two-hundred-plus pounds.
The rain cover had been left in the bag since zero chance of showers had shown on the radar, and while there wasn’t much of a breeze, having the screen zippered against mosquitoes of the entrance allowed fresh air for breathing.
A few inches separated us that I longed to erase so I could comfort—and more. Preferably without the shorts that felt restrictive as fuck.
Chaz released a shuddered sigh, and in my fantasies, he thought the same.
“You okay?” I asked, my voice low and quiet. Friendly and caring rather than ragged with want.
He didn’t respond, and on instinct, I searched in the darkness for his hand. Chaz wrapped his pinkie around mine without hesitation or question at an action neither of us had ever taken before.
We lay in silence for what seemed forever before I finally slept.
Chapter 6
Chaz
Iwoke up exactly as I had feared.
Wrapped all over Jamie’s hard body like a goddamned octopus, clinging to him like he filled my lungs and gave me the desire to live out my teenage wet dreams.
He breathed heavy, head facing my way so his exhales heated my scalp.
Sweat smeared over both of us, but I’d kept my shirt on last night, so there was that. But my dick was rock hard and aching.
Goddamnit.
I clenched my eyes shut and held still as stone for roughly five seconds before telling myself I had to move away before Jamie woke.
Rather than shifting back, my hips tilted forward, rubbing my length lightly against his thigh, seeking that fantasy of friction I lived out inside my head whenever I climbed into the shower and had a moment’s privacy to jerk off.
