He chuckles, pulling me closer. His hand comes up, threading through the hair on the back of my head. Continuing to play with my hair, I almost fall back asleep when a thought from yesterday hits me. Something I wanted to tell Josiah but forgot about in the midst of everything that happened.
“I think my mom admitted to having an affair on my dad yesterday,” I blurt out. “A gay one.”
His fingers stop moving. “What?”
“In not so many words,” I correct. “She kept saying she didn’t understand before—about me being gay—but that she does now. And that by itself wouldn’t stand out that much. I would just think maybe she grew and evolved her way of thinking. But…”
I pause, replaying the entire ordeal in my mind.
“But, what?” Josiah urges.
“The way she looked at that woman—Miriam—it was more than friendly.”
“Her nurse?!”
“Yeah. I don’t know. Maybe I’m off base, but their interaction paired with what she said... I just get the feeling there’s more there.”
Josiah is quiet for a moment, probably processing it all like I’ve been doing. Finally, he asks, “Would that change anything for you?”
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “Part of me is leaning toward yes, but the other thinks that it shouldn’t take personal experience for someone to empathize and be a decent human being toward someone. It shouldn’t take personal experience for her to suddenly treat her son with kindness and acceptance.”
He hooks his finger under my chin, guiding my face up to his. Kissing me softly, he pulls back, holding my gaze as he says, “I know I don’t need to tell you this, but you’re perfect exactly the way you are. I hate that anybody ever made you feel different. I will spend my entire life proving that to you if you’ll let me.” Josiah presses his lips to mine before adding, “Or even if you don’t let me, because like I said, not going anywhere.”
I laugh, shoving him away. “Wow, way to ruin the sweet moment, asshole.”
44
JOSIAH
One Month Later
“Holyyy Fuck,” Segan groans, staring down at where our dicks have become one in my palm. “How the fuck did you know how to do this?”
My smirk is wide as I glance up, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. Segan’s standing in front of me, our dicks aligned as I carefully sheath the head of his cock with my foreskin. “Uh, have you never seen porn?”
“Apparently not the right kind,” he mutters before moaning as I start to pump us together. “Fuck, that feels incredible, Josie.”
We’re both so turned on, dripping sticky arousal that creates the perfect slip and slide motion for me to maneuver us together. Segan’s eyes are down-turned, focusing on the way we’re connected, the way my cock consumes his. He groans, deep and throaty, when I circle his crown with mine.
My whole body, from my head down to my toes, feels stimulated by the action. The pressure, the slickness, the sight of a part of me wrapping around him like this is erotic. It’s salacious. It breeds a carnal urge inside of me.
Segan’s hand comes up, resting on my shoulder as we continue to watch ourselves inch toward rapture. His fingernails dig into my skin, and when I glance up at him, his face is flushed, and he’s chewing down on his bottom lip. He’s wrecked.
Hell, I’m wrecked.
“Come here and kiss me,” I demand, leaning in closer.
Segan wraps his hand around the back of my neck, hauling my mouth into his. My lips part, and he slips his tongue inside, rolling with mine as my hand works us over. Between the pleasure soaring through my body and the risk of getting caught, my blood is pumping hot and my heart is racing.
We’re in Copper Lake, Wyoming, for the show being held for the Air Force men and women, and their families. It’s apparently an event Powder Ridge Rodeo holds annually for the last ten years. Segan’s taking the stage in about twenty minutes, and something about him performing in front of large audiences always manages to rile me up.
Okay, not always, because this is only the second show we’ve ever hooked up at, but still… it’s incredibly hot. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, we were sneaking off into his dressing room to rub one out before he has to get up there.
The hand wrapped around the back of my neck tightens, fingernails digging into the skin as Segan rests his forehead against mine, panting against parted lips. “Jesus Christ, this feels unreal.” His voice is hoarse and his legs tremble, his back pressed up against the wall in the far corner of this room. I’m certain it’s the only thing holding him up right now.
“You gonna come for me right before you get up on stage and perform in front of all those people, baby?” My smirk grows as he loses more and more composure with each pump of my hand. He can do nothing more than nod, biting down on his full bottom lip. He looks devastatingly beautiful on the verge of an orgasm.
Without warning, I pull off of him and drop to my knees. Segan looks down at me, eyes full of confusion. Leaning in, I flick my tongue against the underside of his cock, right below the head.
