Page 48 of Sight Unseen

He didn’t answer but I heard the nervous drumming of his fingers against the rail.

“Okay, so you’re not in the mood for guessing games,” I joked, trying to build up the courage to say what I had to. “I couldn’t do anything with Blu because he wasn’t you.”

The drumming stopped. I sensed the slow turn of Cody’s head, his eyes on my face. His soft exhalation of breath encouraged me to tell him more.

“It was as if somehow I’d be betraying you, cheating on you.” I swallowed. “I have no idea whether you feel the same and I might be making a fool of myself but, lately, hell, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, you know…” My voice trailed off.

“What you said the other night kinda got me thinking and I came to a decision. One I probably knew deep down, but never admitted until now. Becoming blind changes your perspective.” I gave a wry chuckle. “In more ways than one. I guess what I’m trying to say is I feel far more for you than just friendship.”

I remembered lying on my bed with my hand around my cock and Cody’s face in my mind. “And I want all of you.”

Cody shifted, and his arm brushed mine. “And what does that mean to you, Nate?” His breath was warm against my cheek then it was gone again.

Oh, he was going to make me work for this. I must be on the right track.

I thought I’d heard a trace of amusement in his tone, which was heartening and irritating.

I’m giving him my heart and he’s finding it funny.

“You know exactly what I’m saying, you hippie bastard,” I growled. A headache was forming. I let go of my cane, propping it against the back wall, and rubbed my temples.

Immediately there was a warm hand moving mine away, and replacing them.

“You got a headache?” he murmured. “Let me fix it. You know we hippies have this magic touch.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to—” My words were cut off when he kissed me. His hands slid from my temples to the back of my neck and pulled me toward him.

My question about his feelings answered, I surrendered with a gasp of both relief and awe. Everything else melted away and all I could do was hang on for the ride. Sensations I’d long thought buried climbed; tendrils of hope and desire suffusing my brain.

Cody was making soft noises of pleasure, his deep-throated hums resonating against my lips and finding their way into my soul.

When we finally came up for air my legs were strands of spaghetti on a body that ached for release.

“Oh my God,” he gasped as he laid his forehead against mine and his strong hands moved down to my ass, gripping me with a possessive need. “That was awesome.”

I managed to nod. “Yeah, that was epic. Reminds me of the old days.”

“So shall we go inside, sit down, get a drink and talk about what the hell’s happening here?” He took my elbow and steered me inside then pressed my cane into my hand as I sat down on his comfy, well-worn couch. “There you go. I’ll get us a stiff drink. I think we both need one.”

My head spun from needing him, wanting him, and marveled at how my body craved his presence.

A small, chilled glass was pressed into my hand, the glass wet with condensation. “Here you go.” He sat next to me. “It’s my best Aquavit. Brennivin.”

Cody hadn’t known his Scandinavian ancestors, but he enjoyed Aquavit and I’d had to develop a taste for it as well. We’d gotten drunk on it more than once, and I knew to take it easy because I couldn’t drink it like he could.

I took a sip, enjoying the way the alcohol numbed my lips. The aroma of herbs and citrus flooded my nostrils, and I inhaled it in as if it were life-giving air.

“So” he murmured, “you’re not looking for me to be your fuck buddy? Should I take that scorching kiss to mean more than you’re horny?”

I smirked then reached over and found Cody’s face and ran my fingers down his jawline. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

Cody needed no further urging. I was pushed back against the sofa, his lithe, strong body pressing against mine. There was something erotic about being manhandled like this and not being able to see. My heart raced, Cody’s scent overwhelming, and now I knew what it was like to be blindfolded and under someone’s control in a game of sex and want. I liked it.

I reached behind Cody’s hair, pulling at his ponytail, and was gratified to hear a low, needy moan emanating from the lips currently plastered against mine.

Years ago, Cody hadn’t had a ponytail to pull, but he seemed to be turned on now.

Good to know.