Page 14 of The Key Holder

“You can bring me to it,” I said, adding, “Please.”

“How’s your ankle feel?” He crouched down, reaching out for me. “Lean on me. Just like that.”

“It’s a little better,” I lied.

“And your ass?”

“Perfect as always.”

Despite my eyes scanning every inch of the floor from my bedroom to the kitchen, I didn’t see anything. It appeared that my sexless summer would actually last the entire summer, unless I called Morgan. He had the extra emergency key. I imagined in a true emergency I could go to the hospital and the doctors there would have some sort of saw and a delightful story to tell their friends.

I took a deep breath while Ford prepared dinner behind me. It was completely comfortable so far. There was no reason to think I actually needed to take it off. The point of wearing it was to stop being controlled by my hormones.

Problem solved. I got what I wanted.

“Here you go.”

Ford’s bicep appeared inches in front of my face as he lowered the plate to the table. His strength turned me on as much as jacking it to all his jockstraps. If this cage wasn’t on, I knew I already would’ve done something ridiculous.

Not that it was my arms that were locked, or my mouth.

But it was a symbol.

I could do this.

I could choose to not think with my dick.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Ford held his fork high above his face, attempting to get the extended string of melted cheese into his mouth. I watched his tongue do unspeakable things.

Nope.

Nevermind.

Losing the key is the only thing that was keeping me celibate.

After today, it felt like my self control was gone. I wasn’t sure how I was going to last an entire summer with Ford’s muscles rippling every time he was in the room.

After dinner Ford helped me into the living room, so I could relax on the couch. My injured ankle was swollen, but now propped up on a cushion with fresh ice, thanks to Ford. For a while, I tried to distract myself on my phone, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how fit someone had to be to carry a full-grown man almost a mile through the woods.

And then his hand was on my ass; his face just inches away from my hole.

Fuck.

As Ford entered the room, I dropped my phone on my chest, hoping he hadn’t seen the porn I was trying to distract myself with.

“Hey, check this out. It’s not yours, is it?” he asked, holding up a delicate silver chain before sitting near me on the couch. Dangling from it was a small, ornate key.

"Where did you find that?" I asked, barely able to contain my shock.

“It was in the kitchen by the front door.”

I shook my head. “Not mine.” What was I supposed to say? He’d ask what it was for and I wasn’t about to tell him.

"It's kinda cool, right? I like how shiny it is."

I tried to maintain a semblance of composure even though my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I was frozen, unable to say anything else.

Ford looked at me, a slight frown creasing his brow. "You okay? You're acting weird."