I wasn’t hungry for steak burger or popcorn.
Just his cock.
I felt like my hole was puckering in anticipation of him pushing into me, taking me and claiming my body.
And oh, I wanted him to claim my body. I wanted to belong to my Prince Owen.
I chuckled at the thought, which made him pull away and glance me over. “What is it?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking about the absurdity of it all. Of having the prince of some foreign country in my 2003 Honda Civic, making out with me like a teenager.”
“You make it all feel like this absurd, beautiful fantasy, Keegan. I want to enjoy every moment of it with you.”
As we kissed again, he slid his hands under my shirt.
His touch stirred that familiar fire. It was as though our bodies had been made for each other, as though everything in my life had pulled me to that moment.
Owen said, “Okay, now might be a good time for us to slide into the back seat so that I can enjoy a good make-out session with you.”
“Agreed,” I replied, and we slipped out of the car so we could get into the back seats.
“Hey, bruh!” I heard, and turned to see Casey walking by, holding hands with a guy.
Not Steve, but some six-foot-something guy with a beard and muscles filling out a tight-as-hell thermal.
I froze in place, hoping it was dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to see the massive hard-on Owen had given me. Casey was holding a milkshake, so I guessed he was coming back from the concessions.
“Rodney, this is Keegan. Keegan, this is Rodney.” Rodney offered a polite, shy nod.
“Nice meeting you,” he said, then added, “Case, you can meet me at the car if you want to talk for a sec.”
“Awesome. See you in a minute.”
Oh, fuckin’ A.
“I didn’t know you guys would be out here,” he said as he approached and offered Owen and me hugs.
“Who’s the hottie?” Owen asked.
“I didn’t realize you had a date tonight,” I added. “Figured you would have mentioned that at some point earlier.”
Casey’s face twisted up. “Rodney wants to keep it quiet for now, but we’re kind of serious.”
“How serious is serious?”
“A few weeks.”
“I can’t believe you haven’t said anything. Does Steve know?”
“Oh yeah. Steve doesn’t like him, though. He’s not a fan of me being Rodney’s secret piece on the side, but come on. We all have to adjust to this stuff in our own time. You know that as well as I do.”
“That makes sense. He has to do what’s best for him,” I said.
“But now that we’re official, maybe he’ll be coming around more often, like your man.”
“That’d be awesome, Case.”
“And maybe when Steve finally nails down something from Tinder, we can all have some kind of triple date.”
