His head snaps in my direction, brow furrowed. “Yes, I am.”
A grumble grows in my throat. “Goddamnit, Grady.”
Leaning down, I wrap my arm around his thighs, my other draped over his lower back, as I lift him off the ground and amble across the campsite toward the camper.
“Boone!” he screeches. “What the fuck are you doing? Put me down!”
“No, you’re being a difficult little shit, and it’s too damn late to argue with you.”
“Put. Me. Down! Right this instant!” I crack a palm down on his ass, making him startle and yelp. “You didnotjust spank me!”
“Oh, but I did, G.”
Grady lets out a disgruntled groan, but doesn’t say anything.
When I reach the camper, I have to duck as we enter to make sure I don’t whack his body against the frame. Taking a few steps, I lean down, putting him on his feet. He looks pissed, but I don’t think he actually is. Breath coming out ragged, he shoves his hair out of his face.
“We left my shirt out there,” he says softly.
“We can get it in the morning.”
My throat tightens as I watch Grady shamelessly drag his gaze from my face, down to my chest, and then farther…and farther. My dick twitches behind my briefs as his eyes land on my groin and stay there for a moment. His tongue pokes out, wetting his bottom lip as his eyes lift, meeting my gaze again. An emotion I can’t place crosses through his features, a look on his face that makes my stomach flip.
“Maybe just one night,” he whispers before dropping to his knees in front of me. “Maybe just for tonight, I'm not Grady and you're not Boone...my sister’s ex-husband. Just one night.”
Mouth dry, my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, leaving me unable to respond. Not that I think I could formulatea proper response right now anyway. Looking up at me from beneath his lashes, he reaches up, fingers hooking into the waistband of my briefs. He pauses for a moment, presumably waiting to see if I put a stop to this.
And I should.
I should put a stop to this.
I should insist we go to bed.
Because this iswrongon so many levels.
It’s confusing, and new, andsovery wrong.
But I can’t. I can’t do anything. Can’t tell him to stop. Can’t move. Can’t think. Hell, I can barely breathe. Especially not when he begins dragging the material down my thighs, or when my cock springs free, bobbing in his face, almost completely hard already.
Grady lets my briefs drop to my ankles as he wraps a hand around my length, giving it a stroke as he peers up at me. “Fuck,” he breathes.
I grit my teeth, nostrils flaring as pleasure ripples inside of me from his touch. It feels so fucking good. He leans in, eyes never leaving mine, and he flicks his tongue against my flared tip, groaning as he gathers the bead of pre-cum sitting on the slit. I shiver.
“You taste so good,” he moans before closing his lips around me. Grady twirls his tongue around before sinking deeper, taking more of me in his mouth. Wet heat surrounds me, and he sucks me deep, with his cheeks hollowed and his tongue flattened on the underside of my shaft.
“Jesus, Grady,” I groan, my legs trembling from the intensity of this pleasure.
Looking up at me with moisture pooling in his eyes, he smiles around my cock, my heart skipping a beat at the sight. Then he sinks down farther, swallowing the rest of me up like it’snothing.Holy fuck.His tight throat constricts around my head as he swallows, and I swear to God, I see stars.
Holy…shit. He can really suck a dick. Letting my head fall back onto my shoulders, I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in this feeling he’s giving me. In the sloppy noises he’s making. In the messy, wet way he’s taking my cock. Except as soon as I do that, he pulls off. When I glance down at him, he’s smirking and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You need to watch me,” he replies huskily. “You don’t get to forget who it is making you feel this fucking good.”
Jesus fucking Christ.His words and the tantalizing way he’s looking at me with red, puffy lips and bloodshot eyes obliterate my sanity. Desire and arousal take over my every nerve-ending, shooting me so high, I don’t even know what’s up or down anymore. Nodding, words escaping me once again, I rake my fingers through his hair, tugging his head in my direction. A smirk flashes on his face moments before he opens his mouth and my cock surges past his full lips.
I fuck his face vehemently, expecting him to push on the top of my thighs and make me back off, but it never happens. Instead, he fumbles with his pants, yanking them down enough to pull himself out. Reaching up, he gathers the spit coating his chin, using it as he wraps a hand around himself, and he pumps himself to the same rhythm I’m using on his mouth.
