I forced my lids open so I could take him in. I got lost looking at his tired but incredibly handsome face for a few minutes.
“You’re right. It was the moment you put my cock in your mouth, right?” I teased with my cockiest smirk.
He coughed awkwardly as his eyes practically bulged out of his head. His mouth opened and then closed, but not a sound came out. I barked out a laugh, unable to hold it back at seeing his sputtering reaction. I think making him speechless had become my favorite thing.
“You can’t say things like that while I’m driving.” His tone was scolding but his face betrayed him. “And that wasn’t the moment I was thinking about.”
“Oh, it was the time when you let me jerk you off in my bed, wasn’t it?”
“Christ,” he swore under his breath. “That was pretty much the same time as…”
“When you dropped to your knees in the kitchen and sucked my cock?” I finished for him. “Yes, but not really. It was at least an hour after. We hung out in the back of the truck like a couple of country teens not giving a damn about curfew, and I thought about what it would be like to get you off the whole time. But it was too cold, of course. So when I had you in mybed, I simply couldn’t resist makin’ you come. I have to admit, thinking about the smell of our cum mixed together is making me regret not cleaning you up with my tongue. I think we’d taste good together.”
“Austin,” he growled, shifting in the seat like the thought was making him hot and bothered. I had this urge to tell him to pull over because I was the same. If only my head weren’t throbbing and my face didn’t feel like it was swollen in a way that probably made me look like something out of a horror movie.
With a sigh, I shifted my thoughts. There was no sense in torturing both of us. We couldn’t do anything about it right now.
“It was in the barn, wasn’t it?” I asked, circling us back around. “That was when you realized you had feelings for me. The moment you told me I wasn’t a monster.” My voice was so soft I wasn’t sure he’d heard me. I swallowed hard as I itched to sew up the vulnerable cut I’d just exposed on myself.
He glanced at me for a beat of my heart. His brown eyes were so warm and soft. I had this strange urge to cry.
“It was before then,” he told me. “But that moment did make me realize something.”
“What?” I asked hesitantly, not entirely sure I wanted to know what he was about to tell me. My brows drew together as I studied him for even a hint of a lie in what he was about to say.
“I always knew you weren’t a monster.” He looked sad for a second. “But in the barn when you were breaking down, it made me realize just how protective over you I feel. I had this deep need to make sure you knew you weren’t this thing you’d made yourself to be in your mind. Because you’re not. You won’t even be a monster, Austin.”
I didn’t know what to say back to that. I’d be lying if I said his words didn’t get me right in the chest.
It kinda made me feel things I wasn’t quite ready for. I wasn’t resisting those feelings, but maybe I needed a smalladjustment period. Everything was happening so fast, and though I seemed like I was diving into these feelings with open arms, if I stopped to think about it, I might realize that it was freaking me out on a small scale. It was a lot of change in a short period of time. Not like easing into these feelings. It had been like switching on a light— no, a spotlight.
Plus, I was worried I’d scare Ford off if he knew how intense and deep this shit was hitting me.
Like… I wanted him to be mine. All mine. I didn’t want anyone else to have him. Hell, I didn’t want anyone elselookingat him.
Believe me, I knew that shit bordered on toxic. I was well aware of that. But I was also certain there was a level of possessiveness that was healthy. Right?
“I’d kiss you if my mouth didn’t feel like a week-old pile of garbage,” I said with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of my lips.
“I wouldn’t care.” His face lit up as he reached for something on the console between us. “But I do have gum.”
“Is this half used by an unknown person too?” I asked as I reached for the pack.
“Would it matter at this point?”
“Nope,” I said as I tossed a piece into my mouth and chomped down hard, already feeling less gross as the wintergreen flavor came alive on my tongue.
The air in the car went from light and flirty to tense in one breath.
“Your brother called,” he said, voice flat, but there was a waver to his tone that gave me the feeling he was bordering on angry. Maybe not angry, more like hurt and cautious.
His eyes cut to the side as he pointed at the phone sitting in a slim cubby under the radio. I didn’t have to pull out the phone to know it was mine. Mine, as in theotherphone that I had.
The look on his face said it all. One, he was hurt and confused. Two, he was unsure of why I had such a phone, and why he didn’t know about it. And three, he was waiting to see if I lied to him… or avoided the whole truth.
Which, for the record, I was not going to do. I hadn’t even thought of doing that.
I hadn’t told him about the phone because I simply hadn’t really thought to.
