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“You. Are. Amazing.”
I wet my lips and wrench my chin from his grasp, taking another gulp of beer. It slides down my throat easily, and I lean my head back.
“I need to figure out if I want to keep doing things with him even though we aren’t exclusive.”
Ford snorts. “It’s something I’m open to, but you? Nah. That’s not you, man. Never will be.”
Yeah, and that’s the problem. I love commitment. I went into this with the hope that it would last.
“Fuck. I’m screwed.”
His hand reaches out and latches on to mine, squeezing it gently. I glance down and see our tattooed skin, the rings on our fingers almost identical, and something unfamiliar shifts in my chest.
“Nah, man. He just doesn’t know what a gem he has in you.”
I meet Ford’s stare and a smile pulls my lips up. “You getting sappy on me?”
“Just love you.”
I clear my throat and then knock his hand away. “Alright, you sap. Let’s get this shed built and then you can massage my back for my troubles.”
“Yeah, okay, old man. Fine.”
We laugh as we move toward the half-built shed and get to work.
CHAPTERFOUR
FORD
“Oh yeah, right there,” Cash groans as I work the muscles in his thick back. He lost his shirt a few minutes ago and is sprawled out on my bed. The same bed that Ben has been in over and over.
My cock hardens slightly as I lean down and put my elbows into it.
“God, you need a massage nightly,” I grunt as I work on a knot right below his shoulder blade.
“I know.”
“Jesus, these things are as big as baseballs.”
I’m huffing and puffing, putting my back into it and Cash is grunting as well. This can’t feel good. No way in hell he’s enjoying this.
“Oh right there,” he wheezes, and I nearly levitate off the bed with how hard I’m pressing into him. God, this fucker likes it rough. Whoever that poor soul is that he’s fucking… well, I sure hope that ass is made of steel.
But wait, he’s not fucking him. Just getting blowies.
Well, probably fucks his throat hard then.
The thought of it makes my entire body tingle.
“No more,” Cash coughs, and I let up, letting my hands skate down his back, lightly massaging down his spine.
“Jesus,” Cash grunts, and I sigh.
“Yeah, well, you’re a stress case, man.”
“Been a lot on my mind,” he huffs and then he flips over, nearly knocking me off.
He’s now underneath me, his barrel, tattooed chest moving up and down as I straddle his waist.
