Maybe I’d misjudged the guy when he first came home. He could have visited more, but he clearly cared about his parents and the farm a lot more than I expected.
I stripped down while the water heated up—it always took a few minutes in this old house—and stepped under the spray with a happy sigh. Heat sank into me, spreading slowly through my body, and sore muscles loosened up.
It had been a long, cold day outdoors. I’d cut and hauled trees, made painful small talk, and thought about Noel Grisold way too much.
Especially when Lyle and Truman insisted on teasing me for our entire trek through the trees.
“Did I see sparks?” Truman had said. “I think I saw some sparks.”
“There were no sparks,” I’d said flatly.
“Definitely sparks,” Lyle agreed.
Truman was always pushing buttons, but Lyle? He only said things when he believed they were true. I had done a shit job of hiding my attraction to Noel, but that didn’t mean I wanted to discuss it with anyone.
I’d turned a glare on them. “How about we talk about Christmas trees? Do you want one that saysshut upor one that saysfuck off?”
Truman laughed. “Guess we touched a nerve.”
I flipped him off. “Trying to do a job here.”
They’d finally relented, but it was too late. I couldn’t get Noel Grisold out of my head.
I grabbed the shower gel and soaped up, hands sliding over slippery, hot flesh…and oh damn, now I was getting hard. I half-heartedly tugged at my dick, thinking about jerking one out, when a knock startled me.
“Don’t use all the hot water!” Noel called. “I need a shower, too.”
Shit. I forced my hand away from my aching erection. Even if I could do it quickly enough, I couldn’t risk Noel standing right outside the door, listening as I moaned over thoughts of him.
I rinsed away the soap and got out, drying off as quickly as I could and wrapping the towel around my waist. My cock had only half deflated, leaving a sizeable tent under the terry cloth. I almost hoped Noelwouldnotice so he could feel the same frustrated arousal coursing through me.
He’d laughed when I told Lyle and Truman we weren’t involved. Because of course, it was a laughable idea to him. Hewas a talented chef in a big city. He probably hooked up with slick, sophisticated men.
I certainly wasn’t his type. If he liked big farm boys with more muscle than sense, he would have stayed around here. Would have figured out that this particular farm boy couldn’t stop staring at his lips, wondering, would it be so bad to kiss a guy?
I opened the bathroom door, but Noel was nowhere to be seen. Damn. Part of me had been hoping he’d be there, that he’d see my need, that he’d order me to take off my towel and show him everything.
Yeah, right.
I went down the hall to my room, stepped inside, and closed the door.
As soon as I was alone, all my lust came rushing to the surface. I went to the bed and flopped down. Opened my towel and palmed my dick.
How would Noel be in bed, anyway? Would he narrow his eyes at me? Glare, maybe? Order me to my knees?
A fantasy began to unfurl, and I spread my legs, reaching down to rub a finger through the cleft of my ass. My core ached, a craving to be filled hitting me.
A quick jerk-off session wasn’t going to do the trick tonight.
Not with Noel fucking Grisold under my skin.
I reached under the bed for my box of toys. My hand hit empty carpet. I slid it around, feeling for the box I always kept there.
Shit? Where was it?
I climbed out of bed with an annoyed growl. Nothing killed a fantasy like searching for your damn dildos. I peered under the bed, seeing nothing but darkness, dust bunnies, and a plastic tote filled with yarn.
What the?—
