A slow smile spread across his face. “Ooh yeah, that was really fun, wasn’t it? I especially liked it when you flipped me over and?—”
“Jesus Christ, Jesse,” I hissed, glancing around again. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t say shit like that where someone might hear.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave at the party. Scout’s honor.”
“Were you ever even a scout?”
“Nope,” he admitted with a grin. “But I fucked a couple ecology majors in college. Pretty much the same thing.”
Despite myself, I felt a smile tugging at my lips. “Why am I not surprised?”
“If you want,” he offered, nodding toward the house. “I could show you what I learned about knot-tying from the circus guy I dated for a couple weeks.”
“Acircus guy?” I scoffed, smiling through the pang of jealousy. “Sounds like a freak to me.”
“He was,” Jesse nodded. “In several ways.”
“I… I don’t know what to say to that.”
“Just say yes. And come to my room tonight,” Jesse smiled. “I’ll show you what I mean.”
My jeans were gettingverytight again. “Fine. But you leave the bozo wig and the red nose in the drawer.”
“Yes to the nose. But the wig stays on.” He lifted an eyebrow, punching me lightly in the shoulder as I searched for a response. “You take everything too seriously. Just come over tonight, okay?”
I nodded, not sure what I was getting myself into. “Alright.”
Chapter 20
Cole
Trying to get through a day of chores, knowing Jesse would be waiting for me that night was a kind of torture I wasn’t used to. I had to spend my day attempting to focus on the ranch when all I could think about was my half-hard dick rubbing against my jeans all day long. Several times I had to duck away and give myself a moment to calm down, to get myself back under control. But I wouldn’t allow myself to jerk off or touch myself. Not when such a wonderful night awaited me.
Evelyn stayed later than usual, making small talk I couldn’t focus on. Every few minutes I’d check the clock, willing the hands to move faster. By the time she finally left, the sun had set and the house was veiled in darkness.
“Goodnight, Cole,” she called, waving from her truck.
I waited until her taillights disappeared down the drive before locking up the house. My heart hammered in my chest as I took the stairs two at a time.
When I reached Jesse’s door, I hesitated, my palm flat against the wood. What was waiting for me on the other side? I knocked softly.
“Come in,cowboy,” Jesse’s voice was low, inviting.
The room was dim, lit only by a single bedside lamp. Jesse stood by the window, something dark dangling from his fingers.
“Lock it,” he said.
I turned the lock with a click that seemed to echo in the quiet room.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I admitted without prompting, my voice rough already.
Jesse smiled, slow and dangerous. “I know. Come here.”
When I reached him, he held up what I now saw was a strip of black fabric. “Do you trust me?”
I swallowed hard, staring at the blindfold in Jesse’s hand. Trust wasn’t something that came easily to me, especially not the kind that involved surrendering control.
“What are you planning?” I asked, my voice gruffer than I intended.
