Page 45 of Crossroads
It’s not like we’re boyfriends or anything, so how would I explain it to him? I wouldn’t want to explain any random hookup to my little brother—man or woman. Though, is that really what it is with Emerson and me?
I don’t know. The thoughts in my head are making it spin, so I try to shut them off and go back to work while my little brother does his best to teach Emerson how to milk a goat.
Moments later, I hear milk hitting the bucket and hear both their cheers, so I know he finally got it. The show they make of fist-pumping is beyond over-the-top for getting a little bit of milk—but it’s endearing all in the same.
Logan hangs out with us for most of the day before he heads into the house during the hottest part of the afternoon to help Kelly make soap from the meager amount of goat’s milk they managed to grab.
I’m just finishing up filling up one of the troughs with water when I feel Emerson’s hand wrap around my waist and tug me back into his hard body. “You know, I was thinking,” he rasps into my ear.
“Yeah?” I ask, my heart rate picking up as I sink into him.
“You never showed me your scars as I requested.”
A smirk pulls at my lips, thinking about that first day at the pond. “I’ll show you anything you want,” I answer him honestly.
One of his hands smooths down over my chest through the flannel. “I like the sound of that.”
“We can’t do this here,” I say reluctantly. “Especially with Logan at the house. He’ll probably be here any minute.”
As if he heard us talking about him, I hear Kelly’s truck winding through the path just in time to jump away from Emerson. He doesn’t look upset by my action. In fact, he was already putting space between our bodies.
When Kelly parks her truck, Logan hops out and runs over to us. Kelly watches him adoringly, and I grab his hat from her and place it on his little head to block the sun. He’s already busy getting right back into working with us as Kelly waves and drives back up to the house.
When I chance a look over Emerson’s way, I’m met with a hearty, sure grin and him mouthinglaterat me. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine at the promise.
The day drags on after that, though I am happy to spend time with my brother. But I can’t deny I’m relieved when he finally allows me to tuck him into bed in Kelly’s house and then head to my own bed out in the barn.
I take a quick shower to wash off the day and then dry off, not bothering with clothes, and flop down on my bed, just waiting for him.
It feels like forever before I hear the barn door open and then someone climbing the ladder, my heart picking up speed. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before or that he hasn’t touched me and kissed me, but I still feel this steady, nervous thrum.
“Jasper?” I hear a soft whisper outside my door.
“Come in,” I say, trying to sound confident, but it sounds more like a desperate croak.
He pushes the door open and walks in, his eyes flashing with heat as his eyes greedily sweep over me. My dick is hard, standing tall and resting against my stomach, and precum dribbles from the tip, responding to the way he’s looking at me.
That confident grin is in place as he shuts and locks the door behind him. His dark strands are wet, I’m guessing from his own shower, and he’s wearing a soft-looking white T-shirt and gray joggers that do nothing to hide the bulge he’s sporting. “Miss me?”
I don’t resist rolling my eyes. “Just come here.”
“Wait a minute,” he says, that slow grin only widening. “Let me take this all in.” His eyes roam over every inch of me, and I shift awkwardly on the bed. I know I look good naked, but no one has taken this much time studying me before.
The way he looks at me . . .
It’s indescribable.
“I never realized how hot a naked guy could be before,” he says and seems almost in awe as he approaches the bed. His eyes are glazed over as he looks down at me, lying on the bed just for him.
“That makes two of us, but you’re still wearing clothes,” I pout, and his smile only gets bigger.
“So greedy,” he says, lifting his shirt off over his head and tossing it behind him before he climbs on the bed between my thighs. He’s a work of art. There’s no other way to describe him. Lean but cut. Every muscle has been worked on and defined carefully.
“Goddamn, you’re pretty,” I say, my voice full of gravel.
He snorts, his hands dragging over my chest and down to my stomach, making me shiver. “If I’m pretty, then you’re just goddamn beautiful.” His eyes meet mine, and it punches me right in the heart. The truth he feels his words have. “Show me your scars, Jasper.”
I swallow hard, the emotions clogging my throat. Lucy and I would fool around plenty, but it wasn’t ever... intense like this. Like I couldn’t breathe and like my reason for breathing was right there at the same time. But when he crawls up my body further and steals my lips, kissing me softly, that’s exactly how I feel.
