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“How’s your son doing?” I tossed out as my dick twitched, ready for the focus to be elsewhere until me and my boy got home for the night.
Kendra cleared her throat and exchanged a long look with her husband.
“Anything I need to be concerned about?” I asked, hating the current of unease they both radiated.
Both were tight-lipped, and I wasn’t about to probe for information on my best friend since he wouldn’t appreciate me getting involved. He and Cole were grown-ass men. Unless their combative natures caused issues for the town, I would stay on the sidelines.
The Coles kept to themselves after shaking their heads in answer to my question, and Jimmy and I moved off with our drinks to mingle. We received a lot of attention, Jimmy got a few congratulations on the upcoming signing for his dad’s house—and inquiries of his future plans. He claimed he was waiting to see where the wind blew, glancing at me when answering.
“Toward me,” I informed him the second I buckled into the driver’s seat a half hour later.
“Huh?”
I turned to face Jimmy, studying his half-shadowed face in the neon lights atop Frenchie’s door.
“The wind you’re waiting for,” I reminded him, smoothing my thumb over the furrow in his forehead. “I’m hoping it blows youtoward me.”
His eyes darkened, a slow, sly smirk curling the corner of his lips.
Shaking my head, I chuckled and started his car. “Don’t even go there,” I muttered, knowing exactly where his mind had wandered.
“I can’tblowyou when we get home?”
Home.
That was the first time he’d called my house that word, and my heart soared.
I reached over and grasped his hand, lifting its back up to my lips. “Don’t think you’re escaping my promised handprints on your ass, boy.”
He shuddered and squeezed my fingers. “I want it—want you.”
I nibbled lightly on his knuckles while parking in front of Pippen Creek’s only lodge. “Want you too, Jimmy, so let’s do this quick because I can’t wait to get you home where you belong, stripped naked on our bed and my mouth on every inch of your soft skin.”
He groaned my name while adjusting himself. “You’re mean.”
“You’re just impatient, but I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”
“I trust you, Sutton.”
My heart squeezed at the most honest words I’d ever heard on his lips, and I tugged him against me, kissing the top of his head before we climbed the stairs up onto The Moose’s porch to gather his things and check him out for good.
Chapter 32
Jimmy
Istood beneath the hot spray, eyes closed, my entire body tingling from Sutton loving on me all night long. I’d had countless orgasms, the first time coming while draped over his lap, my backside littered with handprints I was quite proud of. Squeezing my ass cheeks while showering gave me another zinging sting from the lingering marks, but I didn’t stroke my dick to the memory of how he’d taken me slow and sweet then hard and desperate.
Sutton knew how to use his cock to satisfy every craving he woke inside me on a daily basis.
“Delicious man,” I murmured to myself, breathing in the scent of bacon and coffee he was making for me downstairs since it was Saturday and he had off work. “I’m one lucky boy.”
Grinning and still flying high, I climbed out of the shower after having paid special attention to all my bits—insides too—since we had a stay-in day planned. I expected to be snuggled, pampered, and fucked at least twice before the sun sank behind the mountains.
My hard dick took issue with being tucked into lace panties, but sneaking down the stairs and putting myself on display inthe kitchen entryway and catching my lover off guard would land me sprawled over the island for sure.
Breakfast could wait.
The doorbell rang, and I moved aside the bedroom blind to see who would dare intrude on us without an invite. Probably Jamie, but maybe Dex?—
