After my dad heads back to his place a while later, Remi and I help Ford unpack before deciding to toss some burgers on the grill. Ford’s got his ancient record player set up, a little Waylon filtering through the open windows as we eat and polish off the rest of the twelve-pack I picked up on the way here this morning.
“Nobody stays in these?” Ford asks, gesturing toward the rest of the cabins.
I take a pull from my beer before saying, “My cousin, August, lives in the one on the end. You’ll probably see him and his boyfriend, Tripp, every so often, but they’re cool and know how to keep it down.”
“What ’bout the other two?”
“Vacant.”
Ford nods, a thoughtful look passing between his eyes as he takes in the log-style cabins that line the back end of my family’s property and,fuck,I’ve never realized how captivating his eyes are. Dark irises that, in the direct sunlight, look like the perfect storm, surrounded by a thick bed of long lashes. I huff out a breath before finishing my beer. I’ve never seen a man with eyelashes as pretty as those. Bet they’d look real damnprettyfanning the top of his cheeks as he lets me eagerly drop to my knees and take that fat captain cock in my mouth. I just fuckingknowhe’s packing behind those shorts. The impressive bulge taunting me as he sits with his beefy thighs spread wide in the folding chair he’s occupying is a dead giveaway.
Goddamn,just the thought of me throating him nice and deep while those eyes stare down at me is enough to give me a chub. Especially knowing the reality of it would, no doubt, be even hotter than the mental image.
Why the hell does he have to be Remi’s boss?
Nudging me in the arm, Remi pulls me from the filthy thoughts swirling around in my clearly sex-deprived mind. “You’re still comin’ on the annual trip with us, yeah?” he asks.
“You bet your ass I am,” I confirm.
Remi and his whole crew go camping together every year for a couple of days at a place a few hours south of here. I’ve tagged along almost every year since Remi was a rookie. He and I have been thick as thieves since we were in kindergarten, and because of that, everyone in town always assumes we’re a package deal.
Where Remi goes, I typically go too, and vice versa.
Being the captain, Ford will be there too, and with the news of him and the split, it’ll make drooling over him while we’re there both fun and torture at the same time. Knowing he’s single and Icouldmake a move, but doing so risks pissing off my best friend. A little drunken flirting couldn’t hurt, though.
It should be an interesting trip, and I can’t fucking wait.
Five
KnockinBoots: Two truths and a lie… You’re up.
FireInMyVeins: I speak three languages fluently, I’m scared of clowns, and my comfort hobby is doing puzzles.
KnockinBoots: Hmm… interesting. *smirk emoji* I’m going with the fear of clowns being a lie?
FireInMyVeins: I’m embarrassed to say that one’s actually true. I remember my mom hiring a clown to come to my birthday party when I turned seven. He wasn’t too friendly and had a creepy smile, but the part that really freaked me out was when the power went out from a thunderstorm. I ran into him in a dark hallway in my house. His face paint had started to run from the rain and he pretended to lunge at me, then laughed maniacally when I cried. Scarred me for life.
KnockinBoots: I’ve never understood the hype with having clowns at kids’ birthday parties. I don’t have a fear of them, but they definitely give me odd vibeswhenever I’m around one. I’m curious which one is the lie then.
FireInMyVeins: I don’t speak three languages fluently. The Spanish I took in high school gave me a basic understanding, but outside of that, it’s strictly English for me.
KnockinBoots: So, puzzles, huh? I don’t think I’ve put together a puzzle since I was a kid.
FireInMyVeins: Yeah, I don’t know what it is about them, but I love it. They help take my mind off life. I started when I was little, with my mom. Haven’t done one in a long time, though.
KnockinBoots: How come?
FireInMyVeins: Life got busy…and complicated. *shrug emoji*
FireInMyVeins: Your turn to hit me with two truths and a lie.
KnockinBoots: *evil grin emoji* Got a tattoo on my dick, I’m vegan, and I’m left-handed.
FireInMyVeins: The tattoo has to be a lie, right? Who in their right mind would get a tattoo on their dick?
KnockinBoots: Probably someone with a nice dick and a pain kink, if I had to guess. *shrug emoji* Is that your final answer?
FireInMyVeins: Hmm… I’m not sure because I find it hard to believe you’d be vegan especially when you work around cattle.
