“I brought one of my favourite books with me,” I say once we’re past the dog walkers.
“One of mine?”
“No. I do read other authors, you know.”
“I’m not sure that’s allowed.”
I laugh. “Are you going to ban me from reading anyone’s books but yours, Sir?”
“I just might.”
“You’ll like this book, I promise. I thought I could read you a few scenes.”
“What book?”
“Rock Hardby Lee Lawson.”
Hamish's grip loosens on my hand for a second.
"It's hot," I assure him. "So fucking steamy. I prefer rubbing one out while reading a Lee Lawson novel rather than look at sexy magazines."
“AndRock Hardis your favourite?” he asks gruffly.
"Uh-huh. I mean, I love them all, but it's the best."
“Isheyour favourite author?”
I gasp. “Are you jealous, Sir?”
His lips twitch into a small smile. “Not at all.”
“I think you are. Don’t worry. I have room in my heart for your booksandLee Lawson’s.”
Hamish starts to laugh, a loud booming sound that scares a couple of birds that were pecking at the crops in the field. They fly off with an annoyed squawk.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“I’mLee Lawson.”
My jaw drops open. “Bullshit.”
“He caresses the bulge in my pants, his hand just as demanding as his lips. I can’t do anything except surrender to him. ‘Take me,’ I plead. ‘Oh, Gavin, I want your cock inside me now.’”
I know those words by heart. I’ve jacked off to that scene enough times.
"You're Lee Lawson," I whisper. Either that, or he's just as big a fan as I am. I drop to my knees. Probably a mistake, as the earthen track is less forgiving than I was expecting. "I have readallyour books. You’re a fucking god, Hamish.”
“Get up,” he says in an annoyed tone. His amused chuckle ruins the effect.
“I want to worship you.”
“You can do that when we’re back at the water tower. I’m happy for you to spend the rest of the day on your knees showing me how much you appreciate my writing.”
“Will you quote more of your erotic novels while I blow you?”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to concentrate on reading while you’re sucking my cock.”
“Maybe not.”
