“It’s fine.”
It doesn’t sound fine…at all.
A few moments pass in silence. It’s stifling, I can’t stand it. “I’ve only ever done this once, but if you show me what to do, I can do it all myself. I just didn’t have the tools.”
“I’ll just do it,” he grits out. “It’ll be faster that way.”
Oookay then.
He hands me a flashlight to point toward the tire since it’s now totally dark outside, especially since the area I’m parked at is covered by trees. Squatting down, he gets to work right away, taking the blown tire off before putting the new one on. He moves swiftly, and it’s clear that he—unlike me—knows what he’s doing. Boone seems like the type of man who is skilled at everything he does. Like there isn’t an odd job he wouldn’t be able to do. He’s a man’s man in every sense of the word.
And of course, the minute I think about Boone and hisskills, that night flashes in my mind as if it hasn’t been on a constant loop every single day since. God, if I thought my attraction to Boone was bad before, it’s an entirely different level of fucked up now that I’ve seen him naked. Now that I’ve seen him pleasure himself. I watch porn like any other red-blooded man, but there is something so erotic…so thrilling about watching it in person. Watching the way someone like Boone handles himself. How tightly he gripped himself. The way his muscles bunched and flexed. My blood heats now just thinking about it.
I never pegged myself as much of a voyeur, but that night has had me wanting a repeat every single day since. Which obviously is never going to happen. Ever. Especially not with Boone, if the way his expertise level of avoidance tells me anything.
The silence between us is deafening, and I’m getting antsy. There aren’t even any animals or car sounds happening around us. It’s pure skin-crawling silence. The air around us feels tight and suffocating, and if I feel this, there’s no way he doesn’t. My heart is beating wildly against my rib cage, my pulse roaring in my ears.
Panicked, I blurt out, “So, about that night…” Boone’s hand freezes, and I watch his shoulders hike up to his ears. You’d think that would be my clue to shut the hell up. But I don’t. No, that would be too easy. I keep going. “I, uh…I didn’t see anything.”
What?Why the fuck would I say that?
Fuck it. It’s not like Boone’s going to call me out on the lie. That would require him to actually talk about it. This is my way of giving him an out. Giving him a way to move on from it.
But does he take the out like I fully expected him to?Of fucking course not.
Glancing over his shoulder at me, his eyes narrow as his jaw pops. “What the fuck are you talking about, Grady? You saweverything.”
Alright.
Okay.
It’s fine.This is fine.
But if the ground wanted to open up and swallow me whole, I’d gladly welcome it.
We stare at each other for one hell of a tense beat, my cheeks flushing and my stomach bottoming out.Why the fuck would he say that?
And what do I say back?
Jesus Christ.
“Well?” he blurts out, brows lifting as he stares at me expectedly. “You just gonna stand there and look at me?”
“Okay, yes,” I sputter. “I did see…everything.”Every glorious inch. Every drop of cum as it splattered against your sweat slick skin. Every wave of pleasure written on your face.
Boone stands to his full height, but he doesn’t come any closer than he already is. “It’s fine.” He blows out on a breath. “Can we just…forget it ever fucking happened?”
He’s giving me the out this time.
I should take it. I really should.
But my mouth can’t seem to shut up at this point because I just keep going. “It doesn’t really seem like it’s fine since we’ve hardly spoken since it happened. Maybe we should talk about it.”
“And what exactly is there to say?” he asks, taking one large step forward, his presence larger than life and imposing. “What the fuck were you doing up there anyway?”
“I, uhm…” This isn’t good. “I’m sorry! I was up there getting a towel to take a shower and I heard something.”
“So you thought you’d inspect?”
