“I don’t know what this is, and I don’t want to hurt you, but staying away from you doesn’t feel like an option.”
I let my eyes land on his broad shoulders, shaking my head as emotions roil in my chest.
“Definitely not an option.”
“Hey,” Javier repeats, lifting my chin with the tips of his fingers. “Look at me.”
It’s harder to do the second time.
“You told me who you are. What you need in life. I’ve had similar conversations with other lovers and ran very far very fast. I’m not running, and that has nothing to do with my nephew. I’m here with you today because I can’t imagine being anywhere else. I don’t know what that means, but I’m desperate to find out.”
I blink fast and manage to rein in all but one stupid tear. He smiles and cups my jaw, kissing it away with soft lips and the tickling scrape of his beard.
“Please don’t pretend you’re in it only to get in bed with me,” I beg.
He steps back from me.
Straightening his posture, he raises his brow. “I would never do that to someone, especially not you.”
Needing his skin on mine, I step toward him and bury my face in his chest. Fuck, he smells so good.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
His arms come around me and his hands glide up and down my back. “Let’s get some work done. Keep our hands busy so our minds and hearts can work out whatever this is, yes?”
I nod and stretch up for another kiss.
He pushes me back against the truck, and we make out for a while longer. Not to titillate, not to turn us on, but because it feels so goddamn good.
We finally separate, and he helps me set up the misting system. It doesn’t take long once we’ve got it figured out, and we set up poles at the four corners of each deck, stringing the misting line between the two, along with round, weather-resistant light bulbs. We do a quick test run, and all the misters, save one, work perfectly. Javier gets up on a ladder and figures it out somehow.
With the last details done, we step back from our work, shirtless, with sweat dripping down our bodies in rivulets.
“I didn’t think the trailer could get any more beautiful, but the deck and the trees bring everything together so perfectly,” Javier says, gesturing at the finished product.
“I had a vague idea of what this lumber would look like with the trailer, but I didn’t realize it would look this nice.”
“Plus, you’ve got flowers and green plants,” he says, pointing over at the pallets of greenery off to the side.
“Yeah. A friend of a friend is a landscaper. I worked with him to come up with the design, but like an idiot, I insisted on doing it myself to save a little cash.”
“Do you have the design with you?”
“Yeah, it’s inside though.”
“Let’s eat lunch then and see how far we can get.”
We rinse off with the hose, then go into town and pick up fast food for lunch. Rather than eating there, we come back and eat in the truck, enjoying the whole hidden forest aspect of the place.
After an intense make-out session ending with mutual hand jobs, we get back to work, setting up the greenery against the trailer with the various flowers radiating out from there. By the time we’re done, we’re both covered in dirt and even more sweat.
Javier sends me an evil grin as he grabs his waistband, pushing down his shorts and underwear in one go.
Look, the male form is absolutely stunning, and I love a good, hard—enormous—cock as much as the next guy. More than that, I love these intimate moments where the one you’re with isn’t hard and raring to go but rather soft and simply standing there, natural in the shade-dappled sunlight, dripping with sweat, caked in dirt.
“Levy?” he asks, cocking his brow.
“Sorry, got distracted,” I say, not sorry in the slightest.
