“Can you... entertain them for a minute?” I nod in the direction of the boys. “I need to go grab something.”
I rush into the trailer and pack a small bag. Before I open the door again, I send a short text to Stef.
I’m okay. DO NOT call me until I text again.
She replies with a bunch of emojis that might be a shopping list or a weather report, and I don’t understand any of it. Then there’s a string of hearts. That, at least, I get.
Outside, David is on his knees while the boys take turns standing in the middle of the group taking selfies. They’re all grinning from ear to ear, even David.
“Okay,” I say. “All set.”
“Guys, I gotta go.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” the tallest of the boys asks.
David glances at me, and my heart quivers, but he gives the boys a sneaky grin and simply says, “No comment.”
They howl in protest, but they don’t follow us as we walk back up the hill.
The car glides smoothly out of town. David tells me about the movie he’s working on. I tell him about Stef and Graham and that I’m still not sure she’s making the right choice.
He smiles at me. “The heart wants what it wants.”
As he turns off the highway and onto a dirt road that leads into the forest, we get quiet. A lot of the rentals in this area are built up on top of the hills farther inland, usually in clearings so visitors still get a view of the water. But David drives us to a sprawling A-frame cabin deep in the woods, surrounded by trees. The whole property is densely shaded.
He takes my hand as we go inside, but when I go to press him against the door, he slides away.
“Not here,” he says, glancing at the tall windows stretching over two stories at the front of the house. “Someone might see.”
The trees make sense now.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “For not being careful before. Down at the wharf. Those boys...”
He shakes his head, pressing his lips softly to mine. “You didn’t know. That one’s all on me. I’ve learned my lesson. So many lessons.”
The bedroom is at the back of the house. It also has long floor-to-ceiling windows, but David pulls the blackout curtains over them. He’s left the door open, so light from the front of the house filters in, which is good because I want to see him. But no one else can see anything, and that’s the important part.
When he pulls me to him, we fit together as well as we did before. Hands, mouths, hips, legs. He smells different though. The mint and leather scent is gone, and maybe that’s for the best. We’re starting fresh.
“Touch me,” I say, trying to get closer even when there’s almost no space left between us.
He slides his hands under my shirt, running strong fingers along my spine. He’s hard in his pants and so am I, and when he dips into my jeans to squeeze my ass, I groan.
“What do you want?” he asks as he grinds our dicks together. “Anything you say. I want to do it for you.”
He wants penance. I can hear it in his rushed breaths and feel it in the way his hands move restlessly over me. So I take his wrists and slowly suck two of his fingers between my lips, one at a time. He shudders as I swirl my tongue over his knuckles.
“Jack.”
“Shh.” What I want is for him to let go. To stop worrying. It has to be exhausting, constantly checking curtains and wondering what people are thinking. I want to take that from him, even for a bit.
I push his shoulders and he falls back willingly, knees against the mattress so he sinks down. His erection presses against the front of his pants and he grips it, his eyes never leaving me. His mouth falls open when I pull my shirt off, and he reaches for me.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“Stop.” I frame his face with my hands and kiss him. “Not now.”
He sighs as his lips slide over my body before he rests his forehead against my chest. I bury my fingers in his hair but don’t pull. He can stay there as long as he needs. His breath is warm on my skin, and my erection strains for freedom.
