“What!” I snapped.
“Jesus, I’m talking to you. Don’t tell me you hit your head on something and have a concussion.”
My stomach churned at his tone—quite different than the usual sarcastic drawl. There was a tinge of worry snuck between the words, showing his actual concern outside of the usual barring jabs he threw at me.
I had to reel it back in. Blake going MIA wasn’t Silas’s fault and I was a dick for not at least texting him before I dragged Blake to bed and forgot that there was a world that existed outside of these cabin walls for the last twelve hours.
We’d made it a point to contact each other so he knew I was still well and breathing.
What other way did he have to make sure I was still good aside from calling Guest Services and making sure there were no active missing person reports?
I let out a slow breath. “Sorry. Had a rough morning.”
“What happened?”
There wasn’t any harm in telling him, especially since he had no clue who Blake was or that we’d technically broken some kindof ethical code by messing around last night and would therefore judge me for sleeping with the program’s director.
Or worse, accuse Blake of using his influence to crawl into my bed when that couldn’t be the furthest thing from the truth.
A part of me was still hesitant, though.
Would keeping all of this close to my chest stop me from jinxing it?
There was a very good and very real possibility I was jumping the gun and overreacting to finding my cabin empty and Blake was coming back from the mess hall, or wherever, right at this very moment and I was going to look like a complete fool for ever worrying.
I wanted to believe that was true, even if to save my own ego the embarrassment from getting walked out on. Something that had never happened to me in my thirty plus years on this planet.
Trudging over to the window that faced out toward the main part of camp, the glass was clouded with a thin layer of fog from how much the temperature had dropped during the night, making it a little hard to see out. “I... brought someone back to my cabin last night and we got to messing around. He wasn’t here when I woke up.”
There was a short pause on the other end of the phone, and then a, “Huh.”
“Ithoughtwe had a good time. At least, in my mind we did.”
Never in a million years did I expect the adorable, blushing, and who Ithoughtwas a virgin, director ofAustin Adventuresto be into getting his ass slapped and choked to tears by my dick being shoved down his throat until I came.
Even thinking about it now, I was growing hard again.
Those swollen lips wrapping tight around me, his tongue lapping at the underside of my shaft while I buried the head against the back of his throat hard enough to make him gag. The way his nails had bitten into my thighs to keep me from pullingback to give him room to breathe, and the intense look in his eyes when I told him how close I was getting.
Fuck.
How was I supposed to keep this a one-night stand?
I shot my hand down to my cock to squeeze around it to give me some sort of relief from the throbbing ache that was settling there.
“That’s odd. You’re usually the dine and dasher,” Silas commented.
I grunted in response. “Yeah, I know. Hence the rough morning.”
“Are you going to see him around later today?”
“Hard to say.”
If I played my cards right, and charmed the right people, I could figure out where Blake’s cabin was located. At the very least, I could get someone to direct me toward his office and try to camp out there until he had no choice but to run into me and tell me what the fuck was up.
This was all speculating he didn’t come back in the next twenty minutes. I still was clinging onto those last few shreds of hope I was wrong about all of this and I’d soon be telling Silas I had to go because I saw a figure in the distance clutching a to-go container stuffed full of breakfast food.
I forced myself to step back from the window and pace around the living room instead. The longer I looked out through the fogged glass like a dog waiting for its owner to get back from the store, the more depressed I was getting by the second.
