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“One who just kissed his son’s best friend.”
He lets those words sit between us, and I finally let him go. I know he needs to sit with that a minute, to think on it. I hope at the end he comes to the realization that we’re both adults here, and we can do what we fucking like.
And there are things I want to do.
So many fucking things.
“We should head back,” he says, his fingers touching his mouth. It’s brief, but I catch it. He presses down on his bottom lip, the one I sucked on, and I swear to god, I see his hand tremble.
I want to watch him come undone.
I want to make him fucking cry for me.
Grey’s hand drops and we turn back, chugging our beers and tossing them in a trashcan off the path. We make our way back to the trailer in silence, just the sound of the waves lapping at the shore in the distance.
That’s okay, we don’t need to talk. My mind is fucking chaos right now anyways. All I can think about is kissing him—rewinding and hitting play on each moment, pausing on the parts that made my skin burst aflame.
I am going to dream about him tonight.
I fucking know it.
ChapterNine
Grey
Ihave a lot of regrets in life, and I’m trying like hell to regret that kiss, but I can’t quite make myself. He kisses like I’m his entire world, like the entirety of him begins and ends with me.
I stare at the small fan in the ceiling of the trailer. It’s spinning noisily, and I run a hand down my face. I should be asleep. I should be fucking dreaming, but I’ve just been lying here thinking about his mouth on mine, trying to will my cock to soften. But it’s relentlessly hard, aching and needy.
Quinn didn’t bring the kiss up when we got back and made dinner. He didn’t even say anything about it when we got ready for bed. But he didn’t need to say anything. I could almost hear him thinking.
I turn onto my side and sigh loudly.
Go the fuck to sleep, Grey. Get your mind out of the gutter.
But it’s there already, conjuring up filthy, dirty things—things I’d let him do to me with that tongue.
My hard cock throbs between my legs and I reach down to squeeze it, trying to keep it under control.
Jacking off to thoughts of Quinn as he sleeps just on the other side of the trailer is not something I’m going to do. And yet, still, my hand wraps around my dick and I stroke it, needing to take the edge off.
Fuck, that feels so damn good. It’s been so long. So fucking long since I’ve gotten off.
My hand stills when I hear a thump, and I sit up straight, my head nearly knocking the lamp above me.
There’s a slight whimper and then thrashing.
I don’t even hesitate. I stand up, moving to where Quinn is sleeping. He’s curled up, moving fretfully, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed. He’s having a nightmare, something terrible lurking in his mind from the looks of it.
Fuck.
I lower myself next to him on the bed, my hands on his shoulders, and I shake him gently.
“Quinn,” I say softly, not wanting to scare him. He shakes his head, a muffled sob escaping his mouth.
“Quinn,” I say once more, a little louder, and his eyes shoot open. I can see it, the fear in his eyes.
He reaches out and clutches on to me, his fingers digging bruises into my skin.
