“You’re thinking something dirty, aren’t you?” Xander grins, peering up at me.
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, your eyes got all glossed over, and I definitely felt your cock twitch against my stomach just now.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Okay, yeah. But can you blame me? I’m so fucking horny for you. It’s beensooolong.”
Xander’s lip ticks up into a sultry grin as his hand brushes over the growing bulge in my pants. “I mean, if you want, you can use my throat for now.”
He squeezes my growing erection, and I hiss through gritted teeth. “Like, right now?”
“Right. Now.”
My blood heats up, a thrill shooting down my spine at the idea of Xander getting on his knees for me right here, where anybody could see us. I’m about to agree to it because the visual is just too hot, but then a voice slices through the air, killing the moment.
“Cope!” Shooter hollers. “Where the fuck are you?” He rounds the corner of the barn, gaze landing on us, a knowing smirk lifting on his lips. “Oh, there you are. Let’s go.”
I blow out a frustrated sigh at his horrible timing. “Where?”
His gaze dips down briefly to where Xander’s hand is still cupping my crotch. “Boone had to take off. So, you two are playing against me and Sterling in cornhole. You can fuck later.”
He walks away, and I can’t help but chuckle, eyes dragging over to meet Xander’s. “He’s such an asshole.”
“I’ll say,” Xander mutters, reaching down to adjust himself. “Let’s go play some cornhole,boyfriend.”
The label falling from his lips has me smiling like a fool at his retreating form. Love the sound of that.
31
XANDER DAWSON
The early sun hugs the mountain tops in the distance, shimmering dewdrops clinging to the grass, and while it’s clear spring is in full swing, the air’s still got a chilly bite to it this early in the morning. The mug in my hands warms me up as the steam from the freshly brewed coffee billows. Aggie is standing beside where I’m sitting in the rocking chair on the porch, and with the way she can’t seem to get close enough to me, I’d say she’s happy I’m back.
And I gotta admit, I am too.
Starting my days like this can’t be beat. The last couple of months have felt lackluster every morning when I woke up and had my coffee on the porch of my house in a residential neighborhood, with the sounds of early morning traffic in the distance—or worse, in a hotel room with no balcony. There have been brief moments of doubt regarding this move, which I think is normal for such a big change. I wondered if I’d regret upending my entire life and moving several states away, or if maybe I wouldn’t have what it took to make it in a place like this.
I’ve been back not even a full twenty-four hours, but I know with absolute certainty that I’ve made the right call. My soul is so much happier here.
The creaking back door opens, and I glance over just in time to watch Aunt Colette amble out, fuzzy pink slippers on her feet and a robe draped over her pajamas. “Welcome back,” she says softly as she takes a seat in the rocking chair beside mine. “What time did you get in last night?”
“Not until after midnight.”
Last night was so much fun, and completely unexpected. Knowing that Cope took the time to organize something like that for me makes the flutters that are ever-present in my stomach because of him intensify tenfold. It’s such a genuinely sweet gesture, and it’s so Cope. He’s always showing up for me, always proving how much he cares.
When we got back here after the party, we fooled around for a little while in his truck, but I was beyond exhausted from traveling, so we didn’t get very far.
“Did you have fun?” my aunt asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“I did.” A smile grows on my lips before I take a sip of my coffee.
“He came over here and invited me.”
That doesn’t surprise me. Cope is such a genuinely nice guy, and even before I came here and we met, I know he’d come over and help Colette out from time to time. “Why didn’t you go?”
She shrugs. “Wanted you to have your own fun. You don’t want your old aunt tagging along.”
Clicking my tongue at her, I reply, “That’s not true. I would’ve loved for you to be there.”
