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I shook my head. “Nah. It was expected.”
“You’ve got to teach me your secrets sometime.”
“I have plenty of secrets I could teach you.” His scowl made me smile. “But first, I want you to know I get tested regularly, and you’re the first guy I’ve fucked without a condom in years.”
“Oh fuck. I… I never… That was so stupid. I get tested too, and it’s… it’s been a while since I was with anyone.”
I was going to tell him again how hot it was, but we heard something, and both of us froze. There was someone out by the stalls.
“You’ve got to go,” Rhys whispered.
“How?” I mouthed. If I left the tack room, whoever it was would see me.
He gestured toward the window that faced the back of the barn. He had to be kidding. I wasn’t even sure I could fit through it.
“Rhys?”
It was Grant.
Again, Rhys pointed to my only escape route. “Now. Go.”
I unlatched the window, thankful the vertical panes opened outward. I hoisted myself up just as I heard Grant turn the knob of the tack room door.
“Why the fuck is this locked?” he yelled. “Rhys, are you in there?”
I didn’t have time to exit gracefully. I flipped forward, doing a somersault and landing with a thump as Grant keyed into the room.
“What the fuck? Are you okay?” I heard him ask as I moved silently away from the barn, hoping no one had witnessed me doing gymnastics out the fucking window.
When I reached the house, I sat down on the back steps. I desperately needed breakfast and coffee, but I also needed a moment to process what had happened before having to talk to anyone.
If I hadn’t woken up with Rhys, I would have thought I’d dreamed it all.
Or maybe not. My back was tender where he’d scratched me, and I felt dried cum pulling at the skin of my belly when I moved. Normally, I hated that feeling, but today, I didn’t mind having the evidence still on my skin.
I wondered if Rhys felt the same way or if all he felt was regret.
The only thing I regretted was not being able to spend all day in bed with him.
14
RHYS
When I realized my brother was unlocking the door, I bent back over the bucket. I’d thought my stomach was as empty as it could get, but the smell brought up more bile, so I didn’t have to fake my retching when Grant walked in on me.
I used my filthy t-shirt to wipe my mouth when I was done and turned to look at my brother.
The mix of anger and concern on his face almost made me laugh despite how horrible I felt. That last round seemed to have been enough to make my stomach feel better, but my head was still pounding, and my ass was sore as hell.
“What the fuck is going on?” Grant asked. “Are you okay?”
I frowned. “Do I look okay?”
“No.”
“I’m not. But I will be. I think.”
He frowned as he looked me over. I was sure he was noting the fact that I was wearing the same clothes I’d had on yesterday, and I didn’t need a mirror to tell me my hair was a mess and I looked like hell.
