shadows?”
She found this funny. “What? No. He's not like that.”
I could see Cal just fine, and I can tell you he absolutely was like that. This is why I do not like girls.
“I think you should go over and make up to him then,” I said, hoping she would take the hint.
“I will in a minute.” She knocked her knee against mine, but it was deliberate and playful this time. “So how come I had to wait all this time to meet you? Are you some kind of hermit?”
“Yes.”
“Well, don't be. I'm going to tell Dad to invite you to dinner sometime, and you're going to say yes.”
I should have stayed at home, even if I'd had to read that letter over and over all night. I nodded gruffly, and she patted me on the leg before rising and heading down the bleachers toward her soon to be not-ex-boyfriend, hips swinging as she went.
When Loving came back with my beer, I got up and came to sit beside him, and I put myself firmly between him and May, Haley's mom. She might talk to me, I knew, but she wouldn't flirt with me.
I hoped to God.
Loving handed me my beer, but he looked at me funny, like he was up to something. “Have a nice chat with Haley?”
I glared at him and took a big drink.
He laughed and reached over and slapped me twice on the thigh. It looked, I knew, to anyone who might have been watching us, like two buddies teasing, but he gripped my leg very briefly, making me think of the way he'd held me down in Rapid City. The touch stirred me. He didn't say anything else, and he didn't touch me again like that, but while we watched the action in the arena, his leg brushed several times against mine, and eventually our calves pressed together on the side—subtly, but I could feel it, his body burning, strong and sure and achingly familiar. And I realized we were going to have sex. There was no way I was going to watch rodeo beside him all night and drink beer with him and then ride home with him in the dark and do anything besides go into his house and let him fuck me. And I knew he knew this too.
When the rodeo was over and we walked back to his truck, moving through the dark field that was serving as a parking lot, he put his hand on my waist, and when I didn't object, it slipped down to my ass and cupped me firmly. I felt branded, and I guess in a way I was. I was his tonight, and we both knew it.
Maybe I was some sort of demon, and maybe I was friendless in the dark. But I wasn't going to be alone, not tonight. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna be calling Kayla.
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Chapter Four
After Loving turned off the truck, he reached out and put his hand on the back of my neck to pull me closer. I didn't fight him. I opened for him before he got there, so when he kissed me, he went right inside.
We made out in the truck, just sitting there in the driveway for I don't know how long. He had his hand in my pants pretty quickly, doing that thing where I could watch him in my underwear, and I whimpered while he did it. His fingers started working back up my taint toward my hole, and I tried to lift up and give him better access, but there just wasn't room enough for those kind of shenanigans in the truck. We gave up and went into his house.
I had not been beyond the hall where his office was, and I got a good look at his kitchen as he hustled me through it. It was a damn fine kitchen, and I could tell from here it was going to waste. He caught me looking and mistook my reason for ogling.
“Thirsty?” He grabbed my ass with both hands. “Hungry?”
Just for you . I leaned back and tilted my neck to the side so he could have better access to it. “No.”
He growled and tugged at my belt buckle, and once he had it off me, he tossed my belt off into the dark. The rest of my clothes quickly followed, though all of his stayed on. He had a thing for that, clearly.
Which worked out, because I did too.
It'd been too long for both of us, so the first round was nothing but jerking off
She found this funny. “What? No. He's not like that.”
I could see Cal just fine, and I can tell you he absolutely was like that. This is why I do not like girls.
“I think you should go over and make up to him then,” I said, hoping she would take the hint.
“I will in a minute.” She knocked her knee against mine, but it was deliberate and playful this time. “So how come I had to wait all this time to meet you? Are you some kind of hermit?”
“Yes.”
“Well, don't be. I'm going to tell Dad to invite you to dinner sometime, and you're going to say yes.”
I should have stayed at home, even if I'd had to read that letter over and over all night. I nodded gruffly, and she patted me on the leg before rising and heading down the bleachers toward her soon to be not-ex-boyfriend, hips swinging as she went.
When Loving came back with my beer, I got up and came to sit beside him, and I put myself firmly between him and May, Haley's mom. She might talk to me, I knew, but she wouldn't flirt with me.
I hoped to God.
Loving handed me my beer, but he looked at me funny, like he was up to something. “Have a nice chat with Haley?”
I glared at him and took a big drink.
He laughed and reached over and slapped me twice on the thigh. It looked, I knew, to anyone who might have been watching us, like two buddies teasing, but he gripped my leg very briefly, making me think of the way he'd held me down in Rapid City. The touch stirred me. He didn't say anything else, and he didn't touch me again like that, but while we watched the action in the arena, his leg brushed several times against mine, and eventually our calves pressed together on the side—subtly, but I could feel it, his body burning, strong and sure and achingly familiar. And I realized we were going to have sex. There was no way I was going to watch rodeo beside him all night and drink beer with him and then ride home with him in the dark and do anything besides go into his house and let him fuck me. And I knew he knew this too.
When the rodeo was over and we walked back to his truck, moving through the dark field that was serving as a parking lot, he put his hand on my waist, and when I didn't object, it slipped down to my ass and cupped me firmly. I felt branded, and I guess in a way I was. I was his tonight, and we both knew it.
Maybe I was some sort of demon, and maybe I was friendless in the dark. But I wasn't going to be alone, not tonight. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna be calling Kayla.
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Chapter Four
After Loving turned off the truck, he reached out and put his hand on the back of my neck to pull me closer. I didn't fight him. I opened for him before he got there, so when he kissed me, he went right inside.
We made out in the truck, just sitting there in the driveway for I don't know how long. He had his hand in my pants pretty quickly, doing that thing where I could watch him in my underwear, and I whimpered while he did it. His fingers started working back up my taint toward my hole, and I tried to lift up and give him better access, but there just wasn't room enough for those kind of shenanigans in the truck. We gave up and went into his house.
I had not been beyond the hall where his office was, and I got a good look at his kitchen as he hustled me through it. It was a damn fine kitchen, and I could tell from here it was going to waste. He caught me looking and mistook my reason for ogling.
“Thirsty?” He grabbed my ass with both hands. “Hungry?”
Just for you . I leaned back and tilted my neck to the side so he could have better access to it. “No.”
He growled and tugged at my belt buckle, and once he had it off me, he tossed my belt off into the dark. The rest of my clothes quickly followed, though all of his stayed on. He had a thing for that, clearly.
Which worked out, because I did too.
It'd been too long for both of us, so the first round was nothing but jerking off
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