Watching Caleb as he watches Baylor, I can tell he’s not convinced by his own theory, either. The frown lines etch deep in his forehead, and I wonder how bad those online threats are to cause him to react the way he is. Maybe I should look for myself, but I promised I wouldn’t.
So, I give Baylor a kiss on the next ride up, and tell him I’m going to take the next run with Caleb because I need to talk to him.
Baylor just smiles and tells me to have fun — as long as it is in Caleb’s line of vision.
Halfway down the run, I stop near where a hazard has been marked in the middle of the slope. The angle is a good one to take a break, and I can see all around us to know we are alone.
“You are wrong about him, and you know it.”
Caleb’s jaw twitches. “He loves you, that’s true.”
I cross my arms, letting my poles hang from my wrists.
“Fine,” he throws up his hands. “Unless he’s a better actor than you are, I can’t see how he would do you harm.”
I frown.“What aren’t you telling me about these online threats, Caleb? I’m over here in this bubble of trying to reconnect with Bee, and maybe I missed something, but you seem more than just a little stressed about this.” It’s true. There are dark circles under his eyes, a tiredness to the set of his features.
Caleb runs a hand over his face.
“Getting this time with Nix has been amazing, Cas, don’t get me wrong. And I love it here. Security is easy and it’s not the shit show from LA. But these threats. . .I talked to Graham and he agrees they are not run-of-the-mill. We have to stay on top of them. I need you to take this seriously.”
I squeeze his big biceps. “And I will. I am. But, Baylor isn’t a threat to me except emotionally. He could rip my heart out, but only metaphorically.”
Caleb studies me for a long time, and I watch him morph from bodyguard to friend.“As your bodyguard, I’m not taking any chances. As your friend I would say figure it out with him. What are you going to do about the fact you are as in love with him as he is with you?”
For the first time since the pool house this morning, I smile and wiggle my eyebrows.“I have plans.”
Those plans include putting the wholesomeone wants to do me a bad turnscenario out of my head. It’s too easy to forget about it when I am with Baylor.
Too easy to have my skin touch his, to lean into him.
I remember what it was like with Bee. Not only that, but I can be myself with him, I can relax. This is no hook-up after a concert.
IknowBaylor Mann.
I pointedly say goodbye to Nix and Caleb outside the house when we get back from skiing, and they head toward the pool house with a smirk in our direction. Caleb is still wary, I know, but he’ll come around.
As for us, I barely even get in the door before I’m all over Baylor, and I do my best to hold him close and keep him there, never out of touch.
We strip clothes along the way, playfully shoving each other against any flat surface, too. Kisses and nips and the occasional long stroke to a cock have us moaning into each other’s mouths.
“Don’t make me come before I’m in you, Bee,” I warn as I strip down his underwear where I have him pinned to the wall next to our bedroom. I also want him to know exactly where I plan on this heading.
He laughs into a filthy kiss that has me on my toes to meet it and clutching his hips to mine.
“Control yourself, then, Cas.” He maneuvers us over to the bed. I push him gently down on it and his lips curl into a smirk. “Or don’t, then. Come twice.”
With a growl that is all kitten instead of lion, I straddle his lap.
His hands run over my inner thigh.“Want to mark you up here.”
My whole body pulses at the thought, and we rock together, bodies and skin and mouths meeting and savoring. Pulling back for air and diving in again.
I rock harder against him, his cock going from teasing mine to a dedicated slide. I shudder as we move together, little shivers inescapable as my pace toward an orgasm increases.
“Baylor.” The word is urgent and his hand wraps around my hot dick, letting me fuck his hand, as our gazes lock on one another.
I see it all play out, that deep need Bee has for love, his capacity for it too. Pleasure zings through me, lightning strikes too quick in succession to stop. I can see him watch when my orgasm is just a fingertip out of reach, the lost sort of feeling of needing something so badly.
