She slipped a hand into her hidden pocket and pulled out the keycard with his initials written on it. She held it up and laughed. “Oh, I see. You wanted to make certain I’m a sure thing.”
He chuckled softly and pulled her against him using a firm grip on her hips. “Well, there’s a bowl over there if you’d rather choose for yourself.”
“Now why would I want to exchange my very handsome prize for a complete unknown?” Her blue eyes twinkled.
“For excitement?”
“Are you planning on boring me?”
He tipped his head toward the exit. “Let’s go find out.”
Chapter Eleven
Of course,it was just Nolan’s luck.
The man who pulled his key turned out not to be bi or even gay. While they were both disappointed with the situation, they had a good laugh about the odds of him picking another man. Especially since the ranch guests’ genders seem to be evenly divided.
They ended up grabbing a drink at the lodge, anyway, and had some interesting conversation. After the guest left—with neither of them having any hard feelings or hard cocks, unfortunately—Nolan decided to hang out at the lodge a bit longer, trying to give Hope and Cam enough private time in the small cabin.
But by one a.m., he was yawning so badly—especially after getting up early to hit the bike trails—that he finally headed back to the cabin.
He tried not to make much noise as he undressed and used the restroom before heading to the pull-out couch. While it had been quiet when he entered, an unfamiliarvehicle was parked in front of the cabin. Obviously, Hope hadn’t left yet.
If Nolan was lucky, they had tired themselves out and fallen asleep. Because he was pretty damn sure he didn’t want to hear Cam having sex with someone other than him. To be fair, they probably assumed he’d be gone for the night with the man who picked his key.
Nolan had expected that, too.
To add insult to injury, just as he was drifting off, the unmistakable sound of two bodies doing what two bodies do drifted to him from the bedroom.
Again with his shitty luck. He sighed.
Unfortunately, his cock also recognized the moans, grunts, skin slapping, and headboard knocking against the wall. With a groan, Nolan drove a hand down his boxer briefs and wrapped it around his now very interested and very erect cock.
Despite being tempted to join the couple, he didn’t want to freak them out. And it would be kind of weird to invite yourself to your friend’s bed. Consent and all that, being the primary concern. The other being, he was afraid to tell his friend how much he wanted him, mostly out of fear of rejection.
But at least tonight wouldn’t be a total bust.
He closed his eyes to watch the movie playing in his mind that corresponded with the sounds he heard. Nolan visualized Hope and Cam getting each other off as he began to tug on his own cock.
He yanked the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs down enough to tuck it under his balls before cupping his sack in his palm and squeezing gently as he continued to jerk on the base of his cock. He’d occasionally slide the pad of his thumbover the tip, gathering the pearly beads of precum and spreading it over the head.
He quickly got lost in the rhythmic and guttural sounds coming from the bedroom as well as in his fantasies.
Hell yeah.
His hips lifted off the couch with each quick stroke until finally, he grabbed the pillow and jammed it over his face with one hand as he kept tugging on his cock with the other at the speed of light.
He was right there…
Right there!
He could practically feel himself driving deep into Hope’s hot, slick pussy as Cam jammed himself just as deep into Nolan’s ass.
Fuck yes.To be in the middle of that scenario would be perfect.
He was bummed it would never happen. He would never screw over his friend by fucking the woman Cam had an interest in.
How was his life so pitiful that he was reduced to masturbating while listening to others have sex when he was staying at a damn resort that focused on those same activities? Not to mention, full of guests with the same mindset?
