I knew exactly what he meant. Here, we wouldn’t have to handle the stress of what other people thought about us and our relationship. No gossip. No disapproving son. No hurting my other son.
But it was next to impossible to consider all that for long when Ozzie was fucking himself on my dick. Sweet fuck. But he rode me so well.
“Yes, baby. Grind on that tip. Yeah, just like that.”
“You love the way I feel taking your cock, Gray?”
“You’re driving me crazy. I’m so fucking close. So close. Come here, baby.” I nudged him forward for a kiss, parted his cheeks, and worked out his hole with my dick. His gasps grew loud until he had to tear his lips away from mine and grab the front panel of the truck bed while I pummeled him.
“Fuck me, Gray! Yes, yes! Fuck that slutty hole!”
I loved how vocal he got, how much he came out of his shell. Back at the ranch, he always buried his face into a pillow to muffle his cries. But out here, he didn’t need to restrain himself. His euphoric cries echoed across the vast expanse of the lake, and I reveled in the wild freedom of it all.
“Harder. Harder. Yes, oh my god, right there, right there. That’s my spot, Gray. Imma come. Oh, my god!” He screamed so loud a flock of birds flew up into the skies, their chirping adding melody to our symphony of desire.
A surge of pleasure tore through me as Ozzie’s muscles clamped down on me, his body taut and shaking with release.
“Yes, baby. That’s it.” I drank in the ecstasy written all over his face.
He came on my chest. The sight of him unraveling pushed me over the edge, and my climax hit me like a tidal wave.
“Ozzie!” I gasped his name as my world exploded into a feeling so intense my eyes watered.
And they would want me to give up this intimacy, this passion I’d never experienced with anyone else but Ozzie?
Ozzie collapsed onto my chest, both of us panting heavily. His skin was hot against mine as we lay there, tangled together amid the groan of springs and love-stained fabric beneath us.
Rocked by gentle postcoital tremors, Ozzie traced lazy circles on my chest. He seemed fixated on the beauty mark on my right pecs. His body relaxing against mine confirmed how far we’d come. When we first started making love, he would roll off me instantly.
“Gray.” He sighed against my neck.
“Hmm?”
“Can’t we just throw a tent over the truck and stay here for the rest of our lives?”
I chuckled. “As much as I work the land, babe, I don’t think I could make clothes out of leaves. But as soon as I learn, sure?”
Ozzie’s smile was lazy as he walked his fingers along the ridge of my collarbone with the lightest touch. “We can make love all day, bathe in the lake, and survive on fish.”
“Of course we can.” I gave in to his fantasy. He always did that—slipped off into fantasyland to avoid facing reality. It was adorable. “We can run away from the world and carve out our little haven right here.”
“There wouldn’t be any more hiding, any more secrets,” Ozzie murmured, his voice wistful. “We’d be free.”
“Free as birds…” I echoed his sentiment, stroking his hair.
We lay in silence, the only sound the soft sigh of the wind. It was easy to lose track of time when we were together like this, when everything else seemed inconsequential in our make-belief world.
But it couldn’t last. As much as we wanted to stay rooted in our little bubble of bliss, we had obligations at home. Responsibilities that couldn’t be ignored or wished away no matter how much we desired it.
Ozzie sighed. “We should go back.”
“I can take the day off…” Though I’d taken the afternoon off yesterday to bring him to the lake. It wasn’t like me to shirk my duties for times of leisure.
“No, we’d only be kidding ourselves that everything is fine.” Ozzie pressed his face into my neck. “Gray, I’m scared for us.”
I stroked his back. “What’s the worst that can happen? Seriously.”
“It doesn’t matter if Carter hates me, but I can’t come between a father and a son. I know how much you wanted to improve your relationship with him.”
