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“I have obligations, like I said.”

“Yeah, but do you really? Or do you wanna come pick some berries with me and the guys?”

He eyes me, decisions warring on his face. What is going on in that brain of his? What obligations does he have? And why is this such a big deal?

Finally, he sighs.

“Yeah, okay. I can go with you, but I can’t wear this…” He gestures to his clothes and a smile breaks out on my face.

“Fuck yeah. You wanna wear my clothes?”

He blushes as I move to the dresser, pulling out a pair of athletic pants and a grey undershirt.

I hand them to him and then toss in a pair of my boxers because that just turns me on.

He stares at them for a long moment as if he’s going to change his mind, but then he starts to undress, and I watch it all, not really believing that he’s coming with me.

As soon as he’s dressed, I throw on some clothes and then grab on to his hand, worrying that if I don’t, he’ll bolt. But he doesn’t. He just follows me downstairs and into the kitchen where Ollie and Jude are waiting. Lucas is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, man,” Jude says, and Ollie waves, looking smug.

“Knew I got it right,” he says with a smirk.

Simon glances away, pulling his hand from mine and stuffing them in his pockets. I don’t like that he’s pulled away, but I also want him to be comfortable so I don’t press it.

“You guys ready to go?” I ask and they nod, Jude dangling keys in his hand.

“Ready as ever.” He tugs his hat down over his head and grumbles about how hot it’s going to be as we make our way to his car.

And when we all pile in, I slide my hand between our seats and turn my palm up. Simon eyes it and then moves his hand from his lap into mine. My fingers curl around his and he lets out a soft sigh.

Yeah, Simon.

I see you.

CHAPTER7

SIMON

Ishould have said no, should have left when I had a chance, but the way he kisses me….

I let out a shaky breath as we move through the rows of berries. They’re endless in this late spring sun. Wesley is bent over, his jeans tight across his ass, and I can’t fucking focus.

He lured me here with his soft smile and his sexy body.

I’m a sucker for him, and I don’t know why.

No, I do know why. It’s because he’s fucking gorgeous. He caught my eye the first time I saw him in the shop, making my breath come out harsher and my skin break out in tingles. I’ve never seen anyone so attractive in my life.

And the way he’d look at me…the way he looks at me.

I press my hand against my chest and try and center myself. This is getting out of hand.

I can’t let this get out of hand.

And yet you did when you kissed him, let him touch you, when you sank to your knees and swallowed his cock.

Just in remembrance, my dick hardens between my legs. It’s so damn hot out here and the scene playing through my mind makes it even warmer. I’m sweating, the sun ruthlessly beating down on us. Jude is grumbling as he slathers on more sunscreen, and Ollie lopes around like a princess, gathering berries and humming with the bees. And here I am, standing with a pail in my hand, watching as Wesley bends over—again and again, a slow torture.

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