“That’s what you did to me,” I said, kissing him.
He kissed me back, but I could tell the nerves had rushed back in, as if a dam had failed somewhere upriver. He’d been brave, but I needed to be careful with him.
I kissed his nose. “Let me get cleaned up real quick.”
He nodded, and laid back, watching me as I stood from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. By the time I returnedfrom my cleanup, he was knocked out, body loose and sprawled across my bed.
“Poor baby,” I murmured, pushing his hair off his forehead. “Wound up so tight, I bet he passes out after every orgasm.”
Smiling, I slipped in next to him, resting my head on his chest, joining him in a deep, deep sleep.
15
KIT
I squeezedmy eyes tight against the brightness as I registered a weight on my chest. Had Reed come in to sleep with me? It had been a long time since he’d had a nightmare, but I didn’t mind.
Seriously, though, what was up with the sun? Had I overslept? I went to ruffle Reed’s hair, hoping to wake him gently, but the texture was wrong.
My eyes flew open and the unfamiliar ceiling above jogged my memory.
That’s not Reed lying against me. That’s Sky. And we . . . Oh God.
We did naked things.
I’d kissed him in front of the cabin, mostly because I didn’t think I could’ve imagined holding off another second. And he kissed me back, just as passionate, just as into it as I was. But it didn’t stop there.
Wanna come inside?
Yes. Yes, I had wanted to come inside. Where we kissed and did very, very naked things with each other.
I came in his mouth.
Cyn had never liked that, so I had never come in anyone’s mouth before. It was . . . life changing.
Moving slowly, I looked down, and my heart started racing. Skylar’s head was onmychest. And he was so goddamned beautiful. Even as he slept, he clung to me like he . . . what? Needed me?
Did he need me?
A queasy sort of reality dawned, and my stomach clenched, hard. I . . . fuck. I was instantly swamped with thoughts of the ranch. And the vacation rentals. And my son’s physical, speech, and mental wellness therapy schedules. My ex and her wife. My mom and dad with their various health issues. The animals. My knee. The accounting. And now this.
How did I fit this in with everything else?
Was I gay now?
Bi? Pan?
Did it count if he was so femme I’d had to ask for his pronouns?
The horses, the exotics, the guests, the employees . . .
Sky’s head on my chest suddenly felt like a stone crushing my lungs. I was spiraling, and, and . . .Oh, God.I’d made him come by my hand. I’d imagined doing so much more.
I wasn’t religious or nothin’, but what in God’s name was I thinking?
What would our friends say? Why was I breathin’ so fuckin’ loud?
I told Luke how I felt about Skylar. He knows about me.
