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“Alright, you ready to climb?” I ask, and Quinn nods, hopping out of the truck. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and moves toward me.
“First, can we get a picture? To document our time here,” he adds. “I want to create an album when we’re done.”
I can’t say no, can I? I move toward him and his arm snakes around my back, those long fingers curling around my waist, and he shifts closer. Impossibly close. A few soft strands of his hair tickle my neck as he leans into me.
His bright green eyes meet mine and something flickers in the depths, something I can’t quite decipher. He’s much more complicated than I thought. His fingers flex against my side and a tingle of desire snakes up my spine.
Oh, this is not good. Not fucking good.
It’s been too long since I’ve gotten off. I’m just acting horny now.
Quinn holds his phone out. “Smile for the picture, yeah?” he says and then turns his head.
Instinctively, my hand travels along his back, wrapping itself around him, and landing on his hip. I didn’t need to do it, but I did. And as soon as my fingers curl around his side, he lets out a small moan as he snaps the picture.
It’s low and almost indistinct, but it’s there.
Immediately, my entire body perks up. And by “body”, I mean my dick. My sad, lonely, untouched dick. It needs a friend, it seems.
“Oh, fuck,” Quinn mutters. “I’m sorry, fuck, that’s embarrassing.”
No, what’s embarrassing is I still haven’t let go of him. I seem to be holding on to him tighter. And he’s not moving away from me either.
He turns slightly, the front of his torso shifting against mine.
I swallow roughly, just tilting my chin down to look at him. He’s not that much shorter than me, maybe a few inches, but when he lifts his chin slightly, his lips are right there.
I’ve never looked at his mouth like this before…not with any real intent. But in this moment, it’s all I can see.
“Quinn,” I murmur softly. He blinks at me, his free hand settling gently on my stomach and I lose my breath. I can feel the heat of him through our clothes and my entire body zings with pleasure.
He’s not even touching my skin and I’m already close to passing out. I can’t even imagine what it would be like if he touched my skin. What it would be like if he slipped those clay-caked hands across my torso, up to my neck, to my mouth…
My son’s best friend.Nineteen.Fuck, this is so wrong.
I’m immediately snapped out of my trance.
“We should go,” I swallow harshly, and step away from him—very reluctantly.
Quinn lets his arms fall away from me and he turns to the side, adjusting himself indiscreetly.
Oh my god.
Was he hard? From just me holding him like that?
I’m going to Hell. The ground should just open up and swallow me whole.
Quinn could swallow me whole too…
I shake my head and run a hand down my face, forcing my feet forward, needing some distance. Because if my thoughts are going there…. They cannot go there.
“Hey, wait up,” Quinn says, jogging to my side as we start the climb up the stairs. I can’t look at him, that was so…. My thoughts were so far from where they should be.
Thunder rumbles once more in the distance and I pick up my pace.
“Hey, it’s not a big deal,” he says as we begin trudging up the stairs to the lookout.
“Whatever that was…that can’t happen again,” I say, trying to sound authoritative but end up just sounding like I’m asking a question.
