“You were supposed to bring me one of whatever Noah was having. I see Noah is having the apple pie.”
I smiled, unsure. “Are you serious? I brought you a tart. A chocolate tart.”
“You didn’t do as you were told, cowboy. You think I wasn’t going to notice?” The disapproval in Luke’s casual tone went straight to my dick. Don’t ask me why.
It was ridiculous for Luke to be upset about something so trivial, of course. But while part of me wanted to argue with him, a larger part of me wanted to play this game.
What would he do about this perceived disobedience? And would I like it?
“No.”
“So, you knew I’d notice and call you on it?”
“Maybe.” I hadn’t considered him challenging me, but I wanted to find out what he would do. Because I wasn’t actually scared of anything Luke might think up. I was excited. And, oh look at that, hard.
Luke smiled and picked up the fork I had placed beside the small dessert plate. He stared at me as he began to eat the chocolate tart, slowly and deliberately. I went from mild curiosity to intense desire in an instant.
The way Luke slid the chocolate-covered fork into his mouth, using his tongue to tease the silky goodness off the plastic, was enough to make me worry I’d mess my pants. When he slid the utensil back out, slowly, staring at me as his lips sucked the final bit off, my mouth opened and I sighed helplessly.
Noah watched us, too intrigued to start his dessert. He held his fork in his motionless hand, eyes glancing from Luke to me and back again.
“Eat your pie, sweetheart,” Luke told Noah, keeping his eyes on me. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Noah relaxed and took a forkful of the pie to his lips.
“Neither did I,” I said, voice barely there as my dick throbbed.
“Oh, cowboy. I’ll always be the judge of that.”
*
By the time I’d finished dessert my cock had calmed down. Maybe Luke had seen how the fork had affected me because he put the utensil down and popped the rest of the tart in his mouth, chewing perfunctorily and ignoring me. I clasped the edge of the picnic table until my pulse returned to normal and I could think clearly.
Which happened as Adam stood to make an announcement.
“Happy early Canada Day, everyone! We’re all very lucky to live in such a beautiful country. In a moment we’re going to ask for some volunteers to play a few games of volleyball. There will be prizes, and not only for the winning team. We’ll be awarding prizes to recognize effort, gamesmanship, creativity, chutzpah, and of course, Best Chest. So, work it, boys. And girls, if any of you want to participate.”
“Yikes, I better go change,” Liv said, getting up and running into the house. “I’m on your team, Ben!”
Adam continued, “After the prizes are handed out, we’ll head out to the far pasture for a gigantic bonfire, the likes of which you’ve never seen before.”
Whoops and hollers resounded.
“Performances begin at one pm tomorrow in the first corral. Which gives you a little time to sleep in and get your act together. If you’re a ponyboy in the first performance, you might want to keep your drinking under control. Either way, I’m expecting top performances tomorrow for our weekend guests. Don’t disappoint them. Or me.”
Adam stepped aside as Ben grinned and started to gather his group together. The team consisted of him, Liv, Callum, Trey, Brian, and myself.
The other team was made up of Hunter, Luke, Noah, Aiden, and Kamal.
Liv returned from the main house in pink bike shorts and a bikini top. The men took off their shirts and shoes to shouts and whistles from the crowd. Feeling self-conscious, I did the same.
“I’ll hold your hat, cowboy,” Lorraine said, picking it up off the table and putting it on. She looked adorable, like a kooky Bollywood star. I grinned and winked, moving off to join the team.
As I did, I noticed a small group of strangers in fancy clothes hovering beside the main house by the fence separating the stables and pastures from the path to the resort. Most of them held glasses of wine and must have wandered down after their fancy meal to have a look at the ‘livestock’.
Callum winked at me as he found a spot for himself in front of the net. “Ready to show your stuff, cowboy? We know you’re good at giving hand jobs. You got any other talents?”
I blushed. “I can throw a mean spike,” I said. “Just wait.”
