“There’s no reason we couldn’t go camping somewhere,” he says. “It’s almost April, and the weather’s nice. What if we went up to North Carolina and had a little campingouting?”
“Do you have camping gear?” Iask.
“Of course I have camping gear. My crew and I typically do camping retreats every once in a while. I can get everything together, and then we can head up tomorrow if youwant.”
He looks almost nervous, like he’s expecting me to sayno.
“We should,” I say quickly, wanting to ease any uncertainty he might have had about myanswer.
“Really?”
“Why are you surprised? I come up to your condo at least every other night because I want to see you. You don’t think I want to go out in the world and do something with you? I would really enjoy that,Eric.”
“I would enjoy that too,” he says. “A lot. More than you couldknow.”
“Is everything okay?” Iask.
“Yeah, of course it is.Why?”
He says it’s fine, but his expression seemsuneasy.
“You’re acting kind of weird. Are you worried about Ty finding out? We don’t have to do anything inpublic.”
“That’s hardly in public,” Eric insists. “I don’t think we’re going to get caught taking a drive up to North Carolina. We are getting to the point where it’s probably about time we do tell him.” He looks around at the floor for a moment before his gaze meetsmine.
“I think you’re right,” Ireply.
He gulps. “It’s not gonna be fuckingeasy.”
“I’ve considered that, but I think we definitely need to talk to him, and probably sooner rather than later. I really like you, Eric, and I don’t think this is gonna get any easier the more we dothis.”
“Yeah, I’m figuring that outtoo.”
“I think we should probably tell him when he gets back from Chicago,” Isay.
Eric smiles, and there’s something so reassuring about his expression, something disarming about it. Knowing we’re on the same page makes me feelcomforted.
He crawls around the table, and I turn to him as he keeps moving towardme.
“What are you doing?” I askhim.
“I’m about to ravage you,” he warns before he presses his lips againstmine.
He shoves me back down against the carpet, straddling my waist. I grab hold of his ass cheeks, squeezing tightly. I’ve noticed he allows me more liberties back there than he did in the beginning. There’s not any discomfort when I do it. He kisses meharder.
I would love to do so much more back there, but I’m not gonna push. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable…ever. I’ve let him move at his own pace. I don’t push for a hug or anything more affectionate, even when I want to. And the more I’ve stayed over, the more I can tell he’s willing to put his arms around me...that it’s almost like he can’t helphimself.
“You like my ass, don’t you?” he asks as he pulls his lips away frommine.
“I love your fuckingass.”
He studies my expression. I’m not sure what he’s trying to figure out, but then he says, “Well, maybe you’ll get lucky thisweekend.”
My dick goes hard as a fuckingrock.
“Oh really?” I ask. Once again, I can’t stifle mygrin.
“Not tonight, though,” he says, shaking his head. “Tonight, this ass ismine.”
