He drifted back into that place of sadness and loneliness inside him that seemed to call to me. I’d been married for over twenty years, but I still felt the same ache. You knew someone was out there for you but not when you would meet them. Orifyou would even meet.
Could it be Ozzie? He felt right. He turned me on like no one else ever did. He turned me on to the point where I was willing to risk it all just to touch and kiss him again. Not only was he a hot number, but he was also kindhearted and sweet—funny too when he felt free to be himself like he was this evening.
“You and Opie got along well when you met before,” I said. “I can tell you’ll be good friends.”
“He seems like an interesting guy and so damn beautiful. Lawson’s a lucky man.”
“Carter’s a lucky man too.”
“Oh shucks, Gray. You’re being way too nice.”
“I’m not that nice, Ozzie. If I were…I wouldn’t tell you how much I want to kiss you right now.”
Silence ticked by, the rumble of the truck on the dirt road filling in the void. Ozzie’s soft hand landed on my thigh. The muscles twitched at his touch, and a jolt of electricity sizzled up my spine. He raised his hand higher until only a few inches remained to my throbbing cock. He tightened his fingers, kneading gently into the hard muscle, and his breath hitched slightly.
“Ozzie, what are you doing?” I croaked.
“What do you think I’m doing? Gray, kiss me like you did that morning in the stable. The truth is, I can’t stop thinking about the kiss, about you. I know it’s wrong, but it’s just the way I feel. Can feelings be wrong?”
No, but acting on them and kissing him was. I understood that enough to know I couldn’t complain should lightning strike me dead. I pulled the truck to the side of the deserted road, the silence outside deafening compared to the pounding of my heartbeats.
Ozzie unsnapped his seat belt and leaned over to my seat. I cupped his cheek and brushed my nose against his.
“Before, you were hesitant,” I whispered. “Why now?”
“Does it matter?”
It really didn’t. I was going to kiss him either way. I captured his mouth with mine, and the world ceased to exist. Ozzie’s soft whimpers into my mouth went straight to my cock. I tightened my hand into his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. The urge to touch him all over was so strong I couldn’t resist fondling his chest through his clothes. He tore his lips from mine and moaned.
“Gray. Oh, Gray.”
“I know, Oz.” I swallowed and placed a kiss on his forehead. His heart was beating as fast as mine, and the cab had grown hot.
“Do you think me a bad person for this?” he asked.
I smiled weakly. “If you are, then what does it make me?”
“What are we doing, Gray?”
“Hell if I know, sweetheart.”
Ozzie threw his arms around me and buried his face into my neck.
His breath was warm and comforting against my skin as I held him close, trying to absorb the reality of this intimacy. We were in big trouble. We weren’t just fooling around. It felt like more…like something big under construction.
“I liked that,” he whispered.
“Liked what?”
He shook his head and pulled back. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.”
“That you called me sweetheart. I enjoyed hearing it a lot. If only it were true, Gray. You know how to make a boy feel special, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted from a partner. Sometimes I wish—”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
