“Oh, Avery,” he begins, his voice rough. “If anyone is getting spanked, it’s gonna be you.”
My mouth falls open and I gape at him, my dick fully hard now. He sees it too, I know he does. I mean, honestly, what did he expect? You can’t taunt horny gay guys like this. This is our kryptonite.
“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” I murmur, grabbing my own food and sitting down opposite him. I shift in my chair uncomfortably, trying to will my dick to go down. He’s watching me intently, stabbing at his salad with his fork.
“You’re easy to fluster,” he says, his hand stilling.
“Yeah, well, you say things I don’t expect and you look like…that,” I say, waving my fork at him. “Anyone would fluster.”
He grunts a laugh and takes another sip of beer. “Meh. I like to throw you off your game.”
“Well, you did. Congratulations. I am completely thrown.” As is my dick, but whatever. It can deal with rejection. It has been since I started working for Dean. I tell it no on a daily basis.
“Now eat your salad,” I mutter. “It’s good for you.”
“You sound like my wife,” he grumbles and meets my stare.
“Good, she’d be glad I’m here taking care of your sorry ass.”
He chuckles at that and then says, “She would be happy you’re here. She would love you.”
“Yeah?” I ask, and he nods, smiling softly at me.
“How about after dinner we go for a ride?”
My heartbeat picks up, my dick straining toward him. “On the motorcycle?”
“Yep.”
“If you insist,” I reply, acting casual when in reality I am so fucking ready. I mean, how could I say no? I get to sit behind that muscular body and wrap my arms around his waist while he drives me off into the sunset.
If that’s not romantic and sexy as fuck, I don’t know what is.
***
“Oh god,” I say, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly. We just went for alongride, and I didn’t realize how much of a workout it was for my thighs clenching around him as he tore down the road.
It was fucking hot, and I had a semi the entire time, but now I need a massage and a hot bath.
“You sore?” Dean asks, a chuckle escaping him.
“I fucking am. I was afraid I’d fly off if I didn’t hold on tight enough. You couldn’t take me for a nice leisurely first ride? Break me in slowly?”
“I never ride slow.” The way his voice lowers makes it sound filthier than he probably meant it.
I would so let him fuck me rough and fast. Isowould.
“Well, I’m going to go shower,” I say because I need a cold one and maybe a quick handy.
“Why do you need a shower?”
I arch an eyebrow at Dean. “I smell like the outdoors. Like wind.”
Dean’s lips twitch as he takes a step toward me, and I nearly faint at how close he is.
He lowers his face to the hair near my temple and inhales deeply, and I bite my lip to keep a moan inside. Oh, this is bad, bad,bad.
“You smell like Avery,” he murmurs, and my eyes flutter closed. How the hell does he know what I smell like?
