“Yes. Ten out of ten recommend.” I can’t help but chuckle at that. He joins in before adding, “I really fucking enjoy your skin, Jim.”
He can barely get the words out before he’s snorting out a laugh. One so contagious, I can’t help but join in.
“Skin Jim!How long have you been waiting to drop that one?”
“A while,” he says, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “I have one more.”
I roll my eyes, feigning a look of annoyance, but we both know I’m full of shit. “Out with it, cowboy.”
“Pig in a blanket.” Cope practically chokes, trying to keep a straight face.
“You’ve lost your damn mind,” I reply in between laughs, tears springing to my eyes because of it.
He peeks down at my now soft dick, a genuine smile taking over his face. “I think I’m in love with it.”
My heart thumps at his choice of words. Even knowing he didn’t mean it like that, I still can’t help but love the sound of it.
“In love with my dick, huh?” I ask.
“Maybe obsessed?” The way he phrases it as a question as his gleaming eyes look up and find mine has me chuckling.
“Kind of obsessed with yours too. Not gonna lie.”
“Even with no hoodie?”
Scrunching up my face, I shrug lazily. “Eh.” Cope’s eyebrows shoot up and his mouth drops open. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. “I’mjoking!Yes, your cock is perfect just the way he is. If I could make a molded statue out of it and set it on my dresser for me to admire daily, I would.”
“Probably could work that out,” he replies with a waggle of his brows. “Next time, I wanna do you, though. We can take turns.”
“I’m a hundred percent down with that idea. Then maybe one time we can both fuck each other in the same session.”
Pulling back, eyes widened, a grin takes over his face. “That’s a fucking great idea.”
Shrugging, I mutter, “I know. I’m full of the good ideas.”
“Yeah, you are,” he growls before his lips devour mine.
It’s not long after we find ourselves bundled up in his comforter, sitting on the back porch, eating leftover food. The temperatures have dropped dramatically, but in these blankets with Cope, I can’t even tell. The stars shine brightly in the sky, the moon nearly full, and there’s a symphony of crickets filling the silence.
It’s perfect.
This entire day has been perfect. From the cows with Whit, to getting to hang out again with Cope and his friends, to the sex. Couldn’t have asked for a better day. There’re no unsure feelings, only comfort. I love how silly we can still be, even when we’re intimate. It’s rare—at least for me thus far it has been—and it’s a breath of fresh air.
“I’m leaving in a few days to head back to Washington,” I say softly, without looking at him. Suddenly, the trip back home seems harder than before. It feels unfair to leave him after what we just shared.
“You don’t know how long you’ll be gone?”
I shake my head, throat thick and my mouth dry.
He glances over at me in my periphery, and when I turn my head and meet his gaze, he smiles at me. It’s warm. “We can keep in contact while you’re gone and see where it goes.” A look of brief uncertainty passes through his eyes before he adds, “If you want to, that is.”
“I definitely want to, Cope. I’m not ready to end whatever this is.”
“Alright.” He grins again. “It’s settled then.”
Hopefully, a little time and distance doesn’t tear us apart. Though, with the way he’s looking at me, there’s a large part of me who thinks that’s not possible.
I sure hope that part of me is correct. After tonight, it’s safe to say I’m falling for Cope much harder and much faster than I could have ever expected.
