My breath lodged in my throat. “I… Um…” I coughed to get the air moving. “Yeah. I remember.”How could I forget?
Jesse’s smile made me think far too many impure thoughts about the things I knew those lips could do. “Did anything about that night make you think I didn’t want your dick?”
Jesus. Fuck. The memory of him absolutely going to town on me, moaning around my cock as he stroked his own—no, nothing about that moment had made me think anything was lacking. Mostly because I hadn’t been able to think about anything except how turned on I was by both him and my fiancée. Or how hot it had been when he’d slid his mouth off my cock and whispered,“Please fuck me.”Or how he’d whimpered with pleasure when I’d pushed into his tight hole; I’d thought in the moment he was just turned on by being inside her while I was inside him, but maybe Ihadfelt that good.
Somehow, I managed to croak, “Uh… no. No, it didn’t… It didn’t seem like you didn’t want it.”
“Exactly.” Why did he sound winded?
Our eyes locked, and my pulse soared. The memory of riding him, chasing both our orgasms while he’d driven Selena wild, made it hard to breathe just then. More than once after that night, I’d imagined fooling around with him again. Now that I was in his presence, that scorching hot encounter fresh in my mind, I struggled to think about anything else.
“Harder, Eric,”he’d pleaded over his shoulder.“Oh, God, yeah, that’s… God, that’s good…”
I’d given it to him harder, and his cry of release still gave me goose bumps.
It was going to get me hard in the present, too, especially if I started thinking about the things we hadn’t done that night. I’d been far from unsatisfied, but what I wouldn’t have given to take every inch of that substantial cock.
Holy fuck, I want you to?—
I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my mind. Searching for a diversion, I rewound the conversation we’d been having, and I cleared my throat. “So, she knew it bothered you? That you were self-conscious?”
Jesse winced, looking out at the lake again. Was I imagining the subtle way he fidgeted to mask adjusting himself “Yeah, she knew. And when I told her, she was really sympathetic and sweet about it, you know?” He gave a quiet, caustic laugh. “Obviously that went out the window the instant I stepped out of line.”
“Seriously,” I muttered. “I think we’ve both seen a lot of her true colors lately.” Shaking my head, I added, “Amazing how easy it is to miss how ugly someone really is.”
“I know, right? But she worked hard to mask it, so I don’t think that’s on us.”
“Cheers to that.”
We both laughed. Then we smoked a little more, because why the fuck not?
I snuffed out my joint, then slid it back into the plastic tube for safekeeping. The conversation shifted to lighter topics, thank God, because I didn’t think I could handle any more discussion of our ex or our size difference. Or thinking any more about the sex we’d had and the sex Iwishedwe’d had.
By the time we finally decided to head in, I’d calmed the hell down, darkness had long since fallen, and small floodlights along the boardwalk guided us back to the cabin.
As I shut the sliding glass door behind us, I said, “I think I’m going to grab a shower and wind down. Still on for renting horses tomorrow?”
This man’s smile was genuinely going to end me. “Hell yeah. What time to do we need to leave?”
I shrugged, pretending not to notice he’d given me goose bumps yet again. “Maybe ten?”
“Perfect. Plenty of time to be lazy.”
“Yeah, enjoy sleeping in.” I grinned. “We still have to go moose-watching again.”
He groaned and made a face. “Ugh. I think you’re just lying about the big moose bulls to trick me into getting up at three in the morning.”
“Could be.” I shrugged innocently. “You won’t know unless you get up and go stalk them with me.”
He rubbed his eye with his middle finger.
“Yeah, yeah. You get to sleep in tomorrow. Don’t bitch.”
“I’ll bitch if I want to.”
“Uh-huh. I know.”
We exchanged playful glares, then headed for the stairs. At the top, we paused, and?—
