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“I think so,” I admitted. “There is something about his heart, buddy. I feel like he has so much love in there.”
“Never heard you say that before, dude. Usually you’re all about rescuing some poor soul,” he stated. “You growing up on me, fucker?”
“Can I tell you another secret?” I asked.
“As long as it ain’t about you being an asshole, dude.”
“I’m not receiving any messages about Cole,” I admitted. He knew about Jack and other instances of me receiving guidance. “Nothing from Jack even. My brain is totally quiet about it.”
We shared a silence while we commiserated over that fact, water slapping against the edges of our boards before he spoke. “You ever think that might be a good sign?”
“In what way?” I asked, jerking my head in his direction, wondering if he was criticizing me again.
He stared at me as cool as a cucumber. “Maybe it’s fucking time that you make the decisions, dude.”
I hadn’t thought about that.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: Cole
“We were swamped today,” Chad said, moving his hand over my thigh as we sat side by side on the upper deck of my home, just outside the master bedroom.
“And on a Thursday, even,” I responded. “Looks like you picked a winner, baby boy.”
I don’t remember when I’d started calling him that, but he’d responded positively when I first had, so the endearment stuck.
He squeezed my thigh. “Looks like I have,” he said, leaning into me. “The business idea was a good one, too,” he added, lifting his hands over his head and stretching. My heart swelled at his cheeky comment.
He had a faded pair of my old boxers on. A plaid Abercrombie & Fitch pair I think I’d had since college. You could have put a garbage bag on him and he’d be the hottest, garbage bag-wearing stud alive. Four or so inches of white skin was visible below the boxers’ hem because he never wore anything short when in the sun.
“Your skin is so white,” I noted, sliding my hand along the bottom edge of the boxers. His crotch bounced from the promise of something more. “And there he is,” I joked. “Must be what, twelve hours since?” I asked.
“Only that long?” he mumbled, dreamily moving his hands inside his boxers. “Seems like forever ago.”
“You mentioned you were tired,” I teased.
He tilted his head in my direction, catching my eye before looking down at his burgeoning crotch. “You ever wonder why they put that opening in the front of boxers?” he asked, moving his hips lower in the Adirondack chair and staring at the tent he was building within the boxers.
“Hmmm?” I whispered. “I never noticed before you mentioned it just now.” I ran a finger along the slit in the boxers, his dick clearly outlined in them. I pretended I hadn’t noticed the raging hard-on. “Seems like a waste of an opening unless one found a use, wouldn’t you say?” I asked.
“S’pose so,” he muttered, suddenly using a southern twang to go along with his dimwitted boy act he’d just enacted. “Figgered a man with your high-falootin’ ways mighta known about it.”
I swallowed a need to bust out laughing. Chad was full of surprises, and tonight looked like a little role-play might be in the cards.
“Where you come from, boy?”
He jacked a thumb over his shoulder and behind us. “Out there,” he stated. “The road mostly.”
“No home?”
“Just this one since you picked me up on the highway, mister.”
He positioned the head of his dick near the slit from inside where his hands still were. I let the banter lay there for a moment to add to his excitement. From the looks of the size of his dick, he was fully into something we’d never discussed: role play.
“You know you can’t be staying here for free, boy.”
“Figgered that’d be the case. Y’all Yankees always have your price, dontcha, mister?”
“What you got to trade, boy?” I asked, finding myself getting into the game.
