Page 38

“Brad …” My name is almost a soft groan. One of those big hands comes up to run through his hair.

I’m already rock hard.

“Say my name like that again.” My pulse kicks in the side of my neck, matching the heavy throb in my balls. Every memory of our time together collides, my cock twitching as I subtly lift my hips. It’s like I can feel his heat and bulk even though he’s not here. Goddamn, all the ways it felt so incredible to sink inside his mouth … his ass … Fuck.

“Brad.” This time when it says it, there’s a whole lot more desperation there. Unspoken need and secretive wants behind the tone of his voice.

“Can anyone see you right now?” Fuck it. I’m not passing up this opportunity. I fucking crave Flinn in a way that defies any sort of logic, and he’s gotta know that.

He shakes his head. Eyes going wide as he sees me start panning the phone down my body.

“Gonna keep quiet for me?” As I say it, I lift the hem of my T-shirt.

“Fuck.” His strong throat dips. “I want that to be my hand, right there.” Through the phone, the sound of his breathing intensifies.

“What would you do to me, baby?” I cup myself through my sweats, showing off the bulge tenting the material. “If I was right there with you … would you help me feel better? Would you sneak around with me and get me off in secret?”

Flinn makes a rough noise in the back of his throat. “I wouldn’t want you to be a secret. I don’t want you to be a secret,” he’s quick to add.

“Well, we can’t exactly go fucking out in the open without getting arrested.” My lips curve into a grimace of pleasure as I squeeze and rub. “Let’s pretend. Just pretend with me, Flinn. In this little fantasy, we’re not sneaking around about being together … but if you want to be a good boy for me, you’re gonna have to be sneaky about fooling around in a public place.”

He swallows, then pinches his bottom lip between his teeth. “Here? Like … right here?”

I hook my thumb beneath the waistband and pull the elastic away just enough to tease. To taunt him with the hidden evidence that he can’t see on camera but that he knows is there all the same. “Gonna prove how much you missed me?”

In the dim lighting of the festoon bulbs overhead and starry night sky, Flinn’s pupils bloom.

Daring him to do this is reckless. Yet, it lights a fire, the amber in his hazel gaze catching alight in a way I’m fucking addicted to.

“I bet you wouldn’t dare.”

CHAPTER 21

“I bet you wouldn’t dare.”

My blood sizzles with such a heady proposition.

Risky phone sex? Being exposed with nowhere to hide if someone were to come back here deeper into this crop of trees? Even considering for one second to play this game with Brad?

All I can think is … I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and I absolutely need to be able to do this with him again.

I’ve never had anyone so unreservedly and openly desire me. Brad makes me feel fucking invincible, like I could sprout wings and soar among the clouds. He leaves my heart beating stronger, rather than in tatters.

He’s the kind of man I could all too easily fall into.

The cowboy I’ve already tumbled head over heels for.

“Would you put your hand right here?” Brad’s voice is husky. The view on screen of his lower stomach and dusting of dark hair below his belly button makes my mouth water.

I gulp down the nerves. This is something I want to do for him. I want to be brave and show him that he’s special to me, even if that doesn’t make any sense. Being with him in this way is just as potent as touching him.

I’ve done long distance. It was never like this. Not once.

“I would.” My eyes fixate on the dark shadow below his waistband, where he keeps teasing by tugging on it. “I’d pull that down. Your briefs too.”

“Where would you like your mouth to be? Would you be kissing me right now if you could, cowboy?”

My dick leaps at the husk in his voice.