God… Fuck…
Why is the sight of him jacking off while he takes my cock down his throat so fucking hot?
Fuck.
Fuuuuck.
My grip tightens in his hair as heat pools low in my spine. It spreads throughout my entire body, settling deep in my balls.
I’m close. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better stop now,” I manage to grit out.
His dark, hungry gaze flicks up to my face, and I swear, I see the fucker smirk again, but there’s no sign of him backing off. It’s a good thing too because I can’t hold back any longer. Pressure builds and builds in my groin, and my cock throbs as I empty down his throat, a deep, guttural groan tearing from my throat as I come.
Grady whimpers, his brows scrunching together before his release spills onto his hand and the floor. He keeps my cock in his mouth as he fucks himself through his orgasm, and it’s so fucking hot, I just about bust all over again.
We’re both breathing hard as he lets me slip from his mouth, and the tension in the camper shifts, the reality of what just happened settling in once again. Grady stands up and grabs a paper towel, using it to clean his hand and the floor. Then he tucks himself back into his pants as I lean down and pull my briefs up.
Staring at one another, it’s like we’re at a loss for words. Finally, he blows out a breath and says, “Tomorrow. Let’s deal with this tomorrow.”
I nod, chest tightening. “Good idea.”
“Night.” He gives me an awkward half wave before he brushes past me, climbing into his bed. Pulling the covers up to his chin, he rolls over, facing away from me, and I take that as my cue to do the same.
This isn’t going to end well.
26
Grady Wilde
Deep breath in through my nose… The early morning air is crisp as it fills my lungs.
Exhale through my mouth… My heart is beating a mile a minute as my feet pound against the dirt-packed trail.
In through my nose… Try to let go of the knot twisting in my gut. The sour taste on the back of my tongue. The weight sitting on my chest that I know isn’t from the exertion of this run.
Out through my mouth… The wind whips past my face, lips and cheeks feeling chapped. Legs so tired, they feel like they could explode.
The steady pounding of my footsteps echoes in my ears, beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. I’m gasping for air, my lungs screaming at me to stop. I’m not a runner; I can’t even remember the last time I ran like this. I was up with the sun this morning. Woke up wide awake, guilt eating at the lining of my stomach. Boone was still sound asleep when I slipped out of bed, grabbed a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom tochange. He was still passed out when I came back to drop off my dirty clothes, and I left the camper without a backward glance.
I don’t know where this trail leads, but I need to put some serious distance between me and Boone. I need to process what happened last night, and I can’t do that if he’s near me. His proximity has a way of fogging my brain, making me simply forget what’s right and wrong. And last night was the furthest thing from right…even if in the moment I would’ve surely disagreed.
Coming to an abrupt stop, my hands come to my knees as I lean over, sucking in gulp after gulp of oxygen. The early morning sun peeks through the trees, washing my body in warmth, the chirping of birds in the distance the only sound outside of my heavy breathing as I fight to steady it.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
As if the making out in the woods wasn’t bad enough, I had to go and make everything exponentially worse in the camper when I dropped to my goddamn knees for Boone.Fuck!We had stopped it. We had put a stop to the kissing. We had said it shouldn’t go further.We agreed.Shit, what have I done? Jade will never forgive me if she finds out.
She can’t find out. She can’t. And to ensure that, I need to talk to Boone. What happened last night can never happen again.
A pang in my chest hits me, knowing that last night was my one and only time to have Boone in that way. Then the guilt runs me over and erases any other feelings. He’s my sister’s ex-husband and the father of my niece. It’s so fucked up, but having him like that…seeing him so turned on, so uninhibited, because of me was an experience all on its own. It was liberating and unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed. How much he wanted me—that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him—was empowering. And the way we moved together…the way ourbodies molded on the floor of the woods last night, the way his thick cock slid across my tongue, the weight of him in my mouth, the feel of his hands in my hair was explosive.
The shittiest part about all of this is that I truly think if the situation were different, if Boone wasn’t who he is to me, if I didn’t have so much to lose, we’d probably be amazing together. But things aren’t different, and I do have so much to lose. Mainly, my sister, which given the fact that my parents aren’t exactly active members in my life, I don’t really want to lose the only family I have left.
Wiping the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand, I jog back to the campsite at a much less erratic pace this time, knowing the conversation I’m about to have is going to suck. But it has to happen. Once back, I open one of the coolers that was left out last night, grabbing out a water bottle and uncapping it. I guzzle most of it in one go, glancing around the empty space like something around me may hold the answers or somehow get me out of having to do this. Maybe a time machine to go back and not do what I did last night?
My gaze shifts to the door of the camper, a sense of dread settling low in my gut. I finish off the water bottle, tossing it into the garbage, and put one foot in front of the other, and let them lead me inside. The inside of the camper smells like Boone. It makes my head swim with memories of last night. Of the way his scent enveloped me. Of his taste on my tongue, down my throat. His eyes on me. The hunger in them, the lust.
Fuck, knock it off.
