“That was…amazing,” I say, and his chest puffs out.
“So, your first time without a condom was memorable?”
He has no idea. It was more than just no condom; it was being naked with another, being exposed and vulnerable.
“Yeah, Caleb. It was. You were.”
He scoots a little closer. “Good. I want you to remember me.”
My fingers dig in a little harder than they should, holding on. How could I ever forget?
Instead, I just say, “Always.”
And then he cuddles close and falls asleep in my arms.
He’s insatiable, like I knew he would be. When he wakes up the next day, he meets my gaze, and I can clearly see in those blue depths what he wants.
“How about a hike?” I suggest instead.
He snorts and pokes at my chest. “Have you ever hiked a day in your life?”
“I have. The Swiss Alps, if you must know.”
I fucking hated that trip, too. I still remember the way my parents screamed at me in front of the tour guide because I wasn’t fast enough.
“God, you’re such a snob,” he says and then tweaks my nipple and kisses me roughly. It makes my cock perk up, those awful memories suddenly forgotten. When I’m with Caleb, everything else is eclipsed.
“I’m not fucking your ass again today. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He pouts and turns over, throwing an arm over his face.
“Fine. Hiking it is. But just know I’m going to try to change your mind.”
“And just know that I have a will made of steel.”
He snorts again and then breaks into laughter, causing tears to spill down his cheeks.
“Stop laughing at me,” I grumble, but it only makes him laugh harder.
He swipes at his wet eyes. “Will of steel? Pompous much?”
I huff in annoyance. “It’s just how I talk.”
He rolls over onto me and nuzzles at my jaw, still chuckling softly.
“And I love how you talk. Gets me all hot and bothered. Care to stick your dick in me and help me out?”
I shove at his shoulders and slide out from beneath him. If I stay here, I will fuck him again, proving my will of steel is nothing more than flimsy plastic.
I toss some clothes at him.
“Get dressed.”
When I throw his baseball cap at him, it lands on his chest.
“I didn’t pack this, Whit,” he says, pulling it on and peering up at me. His laughter has died off, and now there’s just a sparkle in those blue eyes.
I peer over at him. He’s completely naked except for that damn hat.
