His labored breathing.
The tight grip he’s got on his dick.
Even the way his foreskin moves with each thrust. Covering the pink tip before revealing it again. It’s hypnotizing, like a seductive game of peek-a-boo. I want to replace his hand with mine, want to feel his cock against my palm. Feel how hot it is, how hard it is, and knowing it’s because of me. I want to lick up the pre-cum and have his taste and scent fill my senses.
A response comes through, and the speed at which I scroll to read it is embarrassing.
KnockinBoots: You know what’s even hotter than that video?
FireInMyVeins: What’s that?
KnockinBoots: The fact that you’re only about forty feet away from me right now and I could help you with that in person…
Oh, god.Dread washes over me, my blood running ice cold as I read the message over again. Dropping the phone on the air mattress, I sit back on my legs and thrust my fingers into my hair, tugging on the strands.
Oh, fuck. He knows.
Hollis knows it’s me.
No, no, no.
Fuck.
My chest tightens as I swallow against a lump of dread. The walls of this tent are closing in on me. It’s making my head swim.
Is he fucking with me and making a guess? Or does heknow? And how does he know? Clicking on the video I senthim, I rewatch it, looking for any distinguishable signs, but I see nothing. I was careful. And then it hits me…My voice.
Fuck!
I was so lost in the heat of the moment that I didn’t even realize what I was saying, or how stupid it was to say anything at all.
I need fresh air.
After I tug my briefs around my waist, I grab the closest shirt I can find, pulling it over my head. Shoving my feet into my sneakers, I unzip the tent with shaky hands and step into the night. I glance around at the tents surrounding mine. It’s hard to make out anything with how dark it is, but it doesn’t appear like anyone else is awake, nor does it look like Hollis is out here.
Thank god.
How could I have been so fucking stupid?
I’m nauseous and lightheaded, and my knees feel like they’re going to buckle any second now.Walk…I just need to walk. Sticks and leaves crunch under the soles of my shoes with each heavy-footed step I take. I should’ve brought my phone with me. At least then I could’ve used the flashlight to illuminate the path in front of me instead of walking aimlessly in the pitch black. As I trek farther away from my tent, it all happens so fast. One minute, I’m focusing on my breathing—taking in deep breaths through my nose and exhaling fully through my mouth—and the next, my body is being jolted to the side by a fist around the front of my shirt as I’m shoved against a rough, solid surface.
A tree.
What the fuck is going on?
A growl erupts from my lungs, my mouth like sandpaper as all words seem to escape me. No matter how many times Iblink or strain my eyes, I can’t make out who’s in front of me. It’s too fucking dark now that we’re under a bed of trees, but I know… I know exactly who’s standing in front of me. I attempt to push off the massive tree trunk that’s digging into my back, but I can’t because the hand grabbing the front of my shirt is quickly replaced with a strong, steady forearm. The weight against my chest has my breaths growing heavy and my heart thrashing against my ribcage. Hollis leans forward, bringing his face beside mine. The new proximity does two things at once. First, the side of his face brushes against mine, thick, coarse hair covering his cheek and lining his jaw scratches against mine, sending a wave of goosebumps all over my flesh. And secondly, his rich scent surrounds me, invading my senses.
Leather, tobacco, and something woodsy.
Alarm bells go off in my mind, heart pounding so hard, I’m sure he can feel it beneath his forearm. Bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear, Hollis says, “Fuckin’ knew it was you,Captain.”
And then his lips are on mine.
Twelve
Hollis
My lips tug into a grin as Ford sucks in a sharp breath and his body goes rigid against mine. A rush of adrenaline and exhilaration swim through my veins in tandem, making me feel drunk on this new change of pace. My cock is harder than granite, balls full and aching from the release I never got to have, but I just fuckingknowit’s going to be worth it.
