I groan. “And to answer your question, I doubt she told themeverythingshe saw, otherwise I doubt they would’ve paired us together today.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he agrees, cringing. “But I wonder why she didn’t.”
“Maybe because she’s like seventy years old, probably hasn’t gotten laid in a decade, and the idea of telling her boss that she saw two men jizz all over each other was too embarrassing for her pearl-clutching ass.”
He chuckles, and I hate the way my heart races a little faster at the sound. “It was kinda hot, though,” he says, his voice turning husky.
“You like being watched, princess?” I ask, cocking my head and looking at him from the corner of my eye.
“Uh, hell yeah. You don’t?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Do you?”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
“Do you prefer to watch or be watched?”
These questions are stirring something in my gut. Awakening something that shouldn’t be. “To be watched,” I croak out, trying not to show my arousal in my voice. “But I enjoy watching nearly as much.”
“Same…” Somehow, during all of this, we’ve migrated even closer to one another, his arm brushing against mine as we walk, the sensation sending an electrical current through my veins. “So… I’m hard.”
An unexpected laugh bubbles up my throat at his unabashed honesty. “Thanks for sharing.”
“You’re not?” he asks, disbelief and humor in his voice.
“Oh, I am,” I confirm, because why lie? If he were to look, it’d be obvious.
Rowan steps in front of me, walking backward now so we’re facing each other. He reaches down, groping his evident erection as he bites down on his bottom lip. The sight makes my dick twitch.
“Did you think it was hot?” he asks, mischievous eyes finding mine. “When we got caught… and before that?”
His hand continues to stroke himself over his pants as he asks, then more as he waits for my response.
“It was,” I admit. “Would’ve been hotter if she had been hot too.”
“We could always do a repeat…” Rowan shoves his shorts down just enough to let his cock and balls free. “Nobody is out here to see us, but it could still be hot.”
The thrill that shoots through me is insane. How much I want to touch him. Have him touch me. Feel his body against mine. There’s no doubt in my mind, and I hate that. I hate the way my body responds to him.
I don’t respond. I observe.
Watch as he strokes his long, smooth cock, swiping his thumb across the top of his rosy-pink tip, smearing the liquid pooling there, using it as lube. One glance around confirms we are, in fact, completely alone. Every atom in my body is screaming at me to close the distance, grab him, replace his hand with mine.
But I don’t.
I watch.
Watch as he tightens his fist, choking his stiff length before twisting his wrist on the upstroke. Watch as a small moan that makes my nuts tingle falls off his pretty pink lips. Lips I would love to see stretched around my length again while I gag him. Because, fuck, those green eyes sure do look so damn beautiful, bloodshot and filled with moisture. To feel his throat constrict around the tip, watch his chest heave with a breath he can’t have. Feel his nails rake down my bare thighs as he fights for air.
“I know you want to touch me,” he breathes, reaching below his cock to palm his full, low hung balls.
“Do you now?” I ask, a brow arched.
He nods. “It’s written all over your face.” Bringing his hand up to his mouth, I watch, rapt, as he licks his palm before bringing it back to his dick. He moans like it’s the best damn feeling there is. “It’s in the heaviness to your eyelids, the way your steel grays are glossed over. Even your cheeks are slightly flushed, and I don’t think it’s from the exertion of this hike.”
He’s right.
