I didn’t hate it—far from it, actually. My brain needed to be worked. Like a border collie needed to herd their livestock. It was a driving need that would never be satiated until I got my hands on what gave me that ‘fix’ in the first place.
I hoped Blake was open to the idea. I wouldn’t push him, not if he gave me a hard stop and told me to fuck off.
But goddamn it, I needed him out from under my skin. I needed to scratch the itch before I tore myself apart trying to get to it.
Was that too much to ask for?
Nightfall came far too slowly.
By the time the bonfires were just starting to go up, I was pacing around the congressional area, my gaze pinned in the direction of Blake’s office. Too bad I didn’t know the exact building, or I’d be marching over there and dragging him out of that office myself.
“Marlow...” Turning to the sound of my name, I spotted Aimee walking over to me, a smile playing on her lips. “We snagged a few beers if you want to join us.”
ANahwas on the tip of my tongue, barely held back while I scoped a look back over my shoulder to make sure I hadn’t missed Blake trying to sneak by in the five seconds I wasn’t hawk-eyeing the entire campground.
“A drink, you say. How generous.”
She let out a giggle behind her hand, waving her other toward me. “Come on, Luke saved us a seat.”
Uswas said in a poignant way. Filled with promises of an evening with her and her husband just on the horizon.
I supposed it was rather shitty of me to keep them on the back burner until I got this Blake thing all sorted out. However, at the same time, I also wasn’t exactly ready to sit them both down and have that annoying, and frankly tiring, conversation about how being gay meant I wasonlyattracted to men andno matter how much a woman swayed her hips at me, the old pecker wasn’t interested.
Not to mention, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to ruin whatever night was in store for me with a tough reality check to poor Aimee. I wasn’t a stranger to women finding me attractive, the hard part was letting them down gently.
Following after her, I snagged the beer that was held out to me by her husband and settled down on the log furthest away from them that faced out toward the main part of the camp.
Were the staff camps over by ours?
Or were they tucked back somewhere else?
And how far away was Blake’s office from them?
“So, Marlow...” Luke took a long swig of his beer. “Heard you were caught up in some trouble earlier.”
“Oh, saving poor Ellen? All in a day’s work, my friend.”
Aimee giggled. “There’s a rumor going around that you pulled her out of the water yourself. Dove right in after she went overboard.”
“What can I say, I like to play hero sometimes.”
Where the fuck was Blake?
It was well past sunset and the sky was rapidly becoming dark.
“What else do you like to play?”
The hand that suddenly found my thigh wasn’t subtle in the slightest, nor was the way long fingernails walked up toward my crotch and settled right near the junction of my hip. Ripping my attention away from the roaming crowd of people coming and going from the mess hall, I glanced down to Aimee’s red fingernails hand.
Nothing stirred. Not even an iota of interest.
Poor thing.
Look, if I had a choice, I’d take up the offer. Turning down sex was stupid, especially if a threesome was a strong possibility.I liked the chaos that came with the confusing mess of tangled limbs and frantic touching. It was fun and messy and all the kinds of things I liked about sex.
I hated formality. The mechanics of going through the motions.
What was the point in living if everything felt robotic?
