KnotMyProblem: The plane is taxiing to the runway, which means my internet’ll be cutting soon. I’ll be back later. You know I can’t resist you guys
TeenDad2: Fly safe!
KnotMyProblem: Always
KnotMyProblem: Which I guess kind of goes without saying, since I haven’t died in a tragic accident yet
xVerity: You’re not exactly inspiring confidence.
KnotMyProblem: It’ll be fiiiine.
KnotMyProblem: But seriously, see you guys later. If you don’t hear back from me in 48 hours, I want Gwynn to deliver my eulogy
Damien exited out of the chat and accessed his cellular settings. The second his finger tapped to enable airplane mode, one last message arrived from a familiar number not yet saved in his phone.
I don’t care if you’re gone. I want your fucking cock inside me, and I want it now.
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Matthew
Fuck. Oh,fuck.Face flushed, Matthew rolled onto his stomach and buried his head in his pillow, pinning his phone—and his erection—beneath him.
Had he really just asked Damien what he thought he had?
Judging by the jackhammer rhythm of his heart, yes. Yes, he had.
Mortified by what he’d done, Matthew lay still for a long while. Then, reluctantly, he reached beneath himself and checked his phone. Maybe the message hadn’t sent. Reception on the island was spotty, and many a text had been eaten by the Fijian wilds. If the universe was feeling particularly merciful, it would do him a favor and eat that last text, too.
The universe, unfortunately, wasnotfeeling merciful—it slapped Matthew upside the face with its magnificent meaty blue schlong.
I don’t care if you’re gone. I want your fucking cock inside me, and I want it now.There it was in all its embarrassing glory. The text. And next to it? The timestamp showing that it had been delivered. There was no taking it back now. Damien would read it and laugh his ass off. A flashing neon arrow pointing to a list of all Matthew’s most desperate moments would have been more subtle. He might as well have written,Please sir, can we pity fuck some more?and sent it alongside a GIF of a particularly miserable-looking orphan.
Which was what Matthew would become if his father ever found out he was sexting his friend.
The friend Matthewdefinitelyshouldn’t have had sex with, but who he’d gone ahead and seduced.
Matthew groaned. What a mistake. What aseriesof mistakes. In the heat of the moment, writing something so vulgar had offered the same kind of excitement as poking an electrical outlet with a fork—momentarily electrifying and immediately regret inducing.
What the hell did he think he was doing?
Damien had left the island. Their love affair was over. It was childish to make demands like this after Damien had said no. What was he going to do, jump out of the plane? Parachute back into paradise? Cannonball through the thatch-roofed cabin dick-first to bury himself in Matthew’s ass like a dart piercing a bullseye?
The thought kicked the jackhammer in Matthew’s heart into overdrive, which was so ridiculous that he had to laugh. It was pushed from his lungs alongside a thin, strained cry that gave him reason to think he might be going crazy. Defeated, Matthew rolled onto his back and put his phone on his chest. It had been one night. One amazing, incredible, life-changingly orgasmic night, sure, but to expect anything more was insane. It was like going to the gym one time and expecting to walk out ripped. The little bit of work Matthew had put in couldn’t lead to more because he hadn’t invested enough energy into making it work.
The sooner his heat ended, the better. It might have faded away into almost nothing, but its influence had to be doingsomethingto him. There was no way he’d be pining over Damien half as hard if his head was on straight.
Yup.
That was it.
Heat.
It was the only thing causing him to shiver at the memory of Damien’s cocky smile, and what threatened to send him into cardiac arrest when he thought about how Damien had looked at him with more than simple, selfish lust. There wasn’t a single external factor influencing his attraction. Nope. Not one.
It wasn’t like Damien was hilarious, thoughtful, and goddamn gorgeous. It wasn’t like he treated Matthew like he deserved the world when Matthew felt like he deserved nothing.
Matthew groaned. He was such a bad liar he couldn’t even fool himself.
