And it’s not like this is the first time I’ve had a conversation about sex with a gay man. Hollis isn’t gay, but he is bi, and helovestalking about his conquests. August isn’t shy either. I mean, they’re family, so that’s a little different. But still…why is my body responding like I’m into this? And why is the image of Ash using this toy suddenly flashing in my mind?
His head thrown back in pleasure.
No. Stop it.Why am I thinking about this?
The tip of his dick poking through the top of the tube. The way his piercing would be on display. Does that add pleasure for him? For his partners?
Fuck.
Why is my heart racing and my skin tingling? And why am I sweating so much?
Glancing down at the toy, something connects in my mind. “Dual-ended,” I say, repeating what he said earlier. “Are you seein’ somebody?”
Something fiery tightens my chest as I swallow against the bitter taste that question leaves on the back of my tongue. I refuse to put a name to the emotion swirling inside of me. Just like I refuse to put a name on anything else I’m feeling right now.
None of it makes sense.
Ash’s lip curls up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I snarl. “Are you seeing somebody?”
Brow cocked, he asks, “Why is that any of your business?”
Ignoring the question, I push. “Why would you need a dual-ended one for yourself?” Tossing it onto the counter, I grab the last item in the box. “And why would you need flavored lube for yourself?”
Fuck! I need to put a stop to this.
My heart’s beating so fast I can hear it in my ears. I don’t know why the thought of Ash using these with somebody makes me feel so twitchy, but I need to pull myself together. I have no fucking right asking him this. He’s right; it’s none of my business. This entire conversation and the contents of this box are none of my goddamn business.
But I want to know.
Goddamnit, Ineedto know.
Ash’s eyes darken as his lips tick up. “Careful, Finn,” he coos. “You almost sound…jealous.”
My heart stutters, and the air has been sucked out of my lungs. “I’m not jealous,” I scoff, the words sounding weak to my own ears.
That’s not what this is.It can’t be.
Stomach bottoming out, I watch as Ash rounds the island, coming to a stop directly in front of me. He’s so close he has to crane his neck to look me in the eye. So close I can count every single freckle on his face. See the way his pupils are dilated.
“Then tell me, Finn…” Ash brings a finger up, tracing the neck of the t-shirt I’ve got on. The brief touch sends a wave of goosebumps all over my body. “Why do you need to know?”
My mouth is as dry as a desert. I clear my throat as I force a shrug. “I was curious, is all.”
He drags his gaze down my body before coming back up and breathing out a laugh. “You’re curious all right.”
And with that, he tosses the items back in the box and swipes it off the counter, tossing me a wink as he pads toward the hall. “Night, daddy.”
My nostrils flare on a harsh exhale, jaw clenched so tight it’s nearly painful. A moment later, I hear the soft clicking of his door closing, and I wait for sweet relief to wash over me, but it never comes. I’m on edge.
And harder than I’ve been in I don’t even know how long.
Fuck!
Chapter 17
Ash
