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“It’s not a big deal. And if we do this, it will subtly tell Robert to back off.”
Grey seems to mull this over, for far too long, if you ask me. And then slowly, almost like he’s moving through molasses, he slips his big hand into mine.
God, his fingers are rough, callused. I want to feel them dragging down my back as I push my way into him.
I let out a shaky exhale as my fingers curl around his, and I shift in my seat, my cock already hardening between my legs. See, up and down it goes. Although, right now it seems to just be in a permanent state of up. The only way this fucker is going down is if I’m inside of him. And even then, my dick would need to be maintained. I’d have to get off with him at least twice a day. Maybe more. That’s how horny I am for him.
“You have really nice hands,” I say, running my thumb across one of the veins near his knuckles.
“I didn’t know hands could be nice,” he says, glancing down at where our bodies are connected. He is chewing on his bottom lip and I know he’s questioning his decision to hold my hand, so I cling on tighter.
I’m not letting him go this easily.
“Oh yes, well, let me tell you a secret. They can be. And yours are…” I lean my head back and close my eyes, not sure if I should say it. But then I do. I just blurt it out. “I have a confession. I’ve drawn your hands, Grey.”
His eyes widen slightly, obviously surprised. But really, Grey, you should know better with me by now. You should know how obsessed I am with you.
“When?”
“Remember that one day I came over and you showed me how to change a tire?”
“Oh. No shit.”
I remember that day. In vivid detail. Two years ago, Grey’s truck had a flat when I’d shown up with Joshua after school. I would always tag along just to ogle this man as he worked. Because Grey in a pair of jeans is…ngh. When we arrived, Joshua had trudged on inside to grab something to eat, but I lingered in the garage, letting Grey instruct me.
And let me tell you, I hung on every word he said, my eyes glued to him. The way his hands grasped the tire iron with a powerful grip, his long, thick fingers, nails cleanly trimmed. I imagined those hands grabbing on to me with the strength they exhibited. When I went home that night, I grabbed my sketch pad and drew them, not wanting to miss a detail.
I’ve drawn them several times since.
“Were you listening to me at all that day?” he asks.
I let out a small laugh. “Hell yeah, I was listening. I listen to every word you say, but I was also ogling your hands. Memorizing them. Those veins…” I trace one with my thumb, pressing against it. “Sexy as fuck.”
He swallows loudly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I want to suck on it while he moans, want to feel the vibrations move from him into me as I come. My imagination is getting out of control, and pretty soon, if I don’t get some relief, I’m going to combust.
We drive in silence for a few more minutes, my fingers tracing the back of his hand, my eyes on the scenery outside. Just shades of blues and greens.
Grey hasn’t pulled away, and I’m not eager for him to. So I just hold on for a little while longer. There is so much I’d do to him, for him, if he’d only let me.
He has to let me. Eventually. I just need to tempt him into agreeing to it.
I glance in my rearview mirror and see Robert’s jeep trailing behind us, and I let out a huff. Asshole, coming along and ruining my plans with his big muscles and sexy beard. His parrot should be a deterrent, but it’s not. It makes him look even more rugged. Like some kind of ship’s captain. How the fuck do you compete with a pirate?
I don’t fucking know.
But I’m this close to gouging out an eyeball and wearing an eyepatch to win this one.
A sigh escapes me. I came on this trip to be alone with Grey, not to be hounded by an ex who looks like he could throw Grey around a room. Does he like that…being dominated in the bedroom? I’m not as big as Grey, but I could still make him come. I know I could make it good for him if he’d give me a fucking chance.
If he could just get over my age and the fact that I’m his son’s friend.
“You know what would really sell this? If we kissed too,” I blurt.
Grey jolts and the truck swerves a little as he lets out a nervous chuckle.
“Shit, Quinn. Warn a guy.”
I squeeze his hand as my leg starts bouncing. “Okay, fine. We won’t do that, but fuck, if Robert starts getting weird and gets all handsy, I’m going to. I’ll take one for the team.”
