Then I leaned down and kissed him.
Cy surged upward to kiss back, proving he was not the kind of guy to give in, and yet I knew I had him. Pushing a little harder, I kept him from shoving me over, but our mouths didn't stop. Instead, he grabbed my dick through my jeans and rubbed it again. I moaned into his mouth. He drank it in, and I bucked into his palm.
"Keep that up and I'll need new jeans," I warned. "Or I might just drop them and let you have your way again."
This time, he pushed hard enough to drop me onto my side, and then his hips were against mine. "Maybe I want to be the one on bottom?" he asked, the words rough with passion.
"Who the fuck needs hay?" I breathed before finding his mouth again.
I'd lost my hat somewhere in all of that and didn't fucking care. I just wanted him closer. There was something about this man, some fire that ignited my own. He was passion and power and everything I loved about men, all in one body. He was hard, unyielding, and nothing but heart. Cy was beautiful, and I wanted just a little more. I ground my dick against his, trying desperately to convince myself that we should get up, go inside, and do this right.
But his hands clung to my head, begging for me to get a little closer. It felt like something between us had been settled, as if his chains had been taken off, the same way he'd been in that cabin with me. My mouth moved to his neck, his hands pulled at my shirt, but I pressed him back, aware this was getting out of hand - and fast.
"If you want to get naked with the chiggers, that's fine," I managed to get out around my heavy breathing. "But we either need to take this inside or cool it down a bit."
His lips curled into a smile. "Hay," he decided, but he didn't move. "And maybe a few more kisses."
I didn't even think about it before I was leaning back in. This time, the kiss was slower, a bit softer, and not as frenzied. I didn't know how long we lay there, hidden from the rest of the world by the tractor, and I didn't fucking care. Eventually, he leaned back and curled his arm to pillow his head.
"I think you got me when you said, 'our,'" he admitted. "Our kid, I mean."
"Oh, so you've been working yourself up the whole time you were out here?" I asked, only half joking.
His hand slid down my back. "Yeah. I'm trying to figure this out. I keep feeling like there has to be a catch, you know?"
"More than you can understand," I agreed. "Three beautiful people, and somehow it's ok for me to jump from bed to bed?"
"Exactly," he said. "All my life, I thought Violet was off-limits. I could love her from afar - and did - but that was it. Ash and I were done. I couldn't let him go, but I knew it would never happen. And then you had to be so damned understanding." He smiled, his eyes dropping to my lips.
"I was curious," I admitted. "I always thought that gay meant feminine. Men with lisps and limp wrists, you know? You were nothing like that, and I didn't even realize there were other options."
"And because you liked women, you had to be straight." He nodded to show he understood. "But most guys fight it. They throw out slurs and punches to keep anyone from thinking they might be like that. Not you. You just thought it through and decided I was still ok."
I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers with his. "Mostly because I knew I'd lose that fight. You made it damned clear the day you got here."
"And I wanted to grind against your ass when I shoved you against your truck," he admitted. "Kept thinking that my girl had some magical talent to find the best-looking men in the world."
I could feel the smile on my face, because I liked that. Oh, I knew I wasn't ugly. I'd heard how hot I was enough times, but always from women. For some reason, having Cy say it felt different. Not necessarily better, just a little more blunt. Maybe even more real.
"I keep wanting to tell Faith." My words were a little too soft. "I do, but I'm scared to death of what she's going to think. Having gay friends, or a couple of guys dating each other in the house, is different from it being her dad."
"She'll be ok," he promised.
"Yeah, but what if she's not?" I asked. "Cy, what if I get custody of her just to lose it when I tell her about this?"
"Start slow," he told me. "Tell her about all of us, or about you and men. Not both."
"Probably men, then," I decided. "That way she'll still have Violet to talk to, right?"
"Could work," he agreed. "Luke, everyone's different. For all you know, Faith could be ok with this."
"No," I groaned, rolling onto my back. "She's already asking me when I'm going to propose to Violet. That girl has it in her head that a family means a mom and a dad. Maybe a couple of weird family members at the edges, but it all comes down to a mom and a dad, and she's decided that Violet's perfect for the job."
Cy looked over. "You gonna ask her?"
I just laughed that off. "Not yet. Kinda figure that shit needs to be more of a group discussion."
"Then what?" he asked. "Because if you're thinking she's going to become Violet Barrett, you're going to be disappointed."
