“Yes. But, Gray—”
“I know.”
“I can’t—” Yet he reached for my face and kissed me. He placed his hands on my chest and ran them over my muscles. “Can’t…. wrong… Gray.”
I palmed his cock. It was small and thin, even though fully erect. Ozzie’s face was fiery red.
“I know.” He panted. “The size is pathetic.”
Pathetic?
Who had been filling his head with all this nonsense talk? My son? Yes, Ozzie was different. He had the cutest little cock I’d ever seen, and he was beautiful the way he was.
I shuffled onto my knees on the floor and tugged Ozzie down to the edge of the makeshift bed.
“Wait! Gray, you don’t have to—argh.”
Too late. I already had his dick in my mouth. Sucking all of him down wasn’t difficult, so I took him all the way in until my face was pressed into his pubis.
“Oh! Oh god.” Ozzie writhed beneath me, the hay crinkling under our movements. I spread his thighs and kept a firm grip on them as I suckled him. His soft gasps and high-pitched moans filled the barn. Damn, but I loved the sounds spewing out of his mouth.
I released his thighs and ran my hands over his belly to his chest. I caught his nipples and squeezed around the barbells.
“Gray, I’m going to…” His warning was all I needed. I doubled my efforts, sucking harder and increasing my pressure on his nipples.
Crying out my name, Ozzie came into my mouth. I swallowed his load and lapped up the taste of him until there was nothing left to draw out of him.
Ozzie fell back onto the bed, panting heavily. “Oh my god.”
Yup. In less than twenty-four hours, I’d sucked off my future son-in-law, but we could salvage this, couldn’t we? As long as it didn’t happen again. As long as I didn’t turn him on his knees and sink my cock into his ass. As long as I stayed the hell away from him.
“Fuck.” I jerked to my feet and wrapped my blanket around my waist. My erection tented the material, and I quickly turned my back to Ozzie, avoiding his gaze. “I wasn’t trying to get your weight off me like you thought. I was putting some distance between us so that wouldn’t happen.”
“Oh.” Silence descended. I glanced over my shoulder. Ozzie was staring at my back. “You have a tattoo.”
Yup, with my kids’ names. Fuck. Carter. My chest grew so tight it was hard to breathe.
“We can’t change what happened.” I aimed for rational thought when I felt anything but. The betrayal we’d just committed should have dried up my desire for Ozzie, but all I wanted to do was forget Carter, forget my responsibilities, forget my sham of a marriage, and sink my cock into Ozzie’s body.
But a blow job wasn’t so bad. We could forget about it as long as it didn’t happen again. If I fucked him, there was no coming back from that.
“What do we do?” Ozzie asked.
“Nothing.” I turned back to him. No sense in hiding out of shame. “It was a temporary lapse in judgment. That’s all.”
“But… you said you’re attracted to me.”
“So I am, but it doesn’t mean anything can happen between us. We’re both adults, and we both love my son. Right?”
“Umm, yes, I guess.”
He guessed? I frowned. I didn’t understand the relationship between him and Carter, but it was none of my business. They were engaged, and that was all I needed to know.
Apparently not, or you wouldn’t have given him a blow job.
I stifled my groan. Later, I could knock my head against the wall. Now I had to get Ozzie on the same page over what had happened. “Then we’ll do right by him.” I winced. Wasn’t it a little too late for that? “I’m not an animal. I won’t climb on top of you just because I want to. Don’t worry. It’ll all be fine.”
Why did I sound like I was trying to convince myself more than him?
