"I need to forget. Please make me forget."
Cade's eyebrows drew together, and his face darkened. "What? You mean …?"
"Yes."
Pressing his mouth into a thin line, Cade's eyes bored into his for so long that Tristan thought he would decline, but then he asked, "You're sure that's a good idea?"
Tristan gulped, his body already thrumming with need. "I'm going crazy. I need to get these thoughts out of my head."
"But are you sure this is the way?"
"Yes, please. I don't want to think about anything but you."
Cursing quietly, Cade studied him for another heartbeat, then grabbed his wrist. "Okay, let's head back."
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Tristan found himself pressed against the cabin door, his mouth captured in a messy kiss that made him dizzy. Pulling back, Cade searched his face and asked, "You're sure this is what you want?"
When he rasped, "Yes," the other man's eyes blazed. "Bed, now. And strip."
Heart thrumming, Tristan straightened his spine and eagerly obeyed the command. Near the bed, he shucked off his t-shirt and sweatpants, but before he could stand fully upright again, he sensed the presence at his back and felt goosebumps blanket his body.
Turning, he tilted his chin up and held Cade's hungry gaze as he peeled off his boxers and added them to the pile.
He was already half hard, but the lust in his partner's eyes as they raked down his nude form aroused him even more. Cade skimmed a finger down his neck and commented, "You look good with my marks."
The compliment and the gentle touch flushed him with warmth, and he tilted his chin up. "I think so too."
Cade's nostrils flared, and he inhaled sharply through his nose. "Sit," he ordered before he started rummaging through the dresser drawers.
When he turned back to Tristan, now sitting on the bed, he held a black bandana.
"What's that for?"
"I'm going to blindfold you."
Desire zipped up Tristan's spine, and he gulped. "Oh, okay."
Spreading his legs allowed Cade to step between them, and his breath quickened as arms reached behind his head to tie the cloth around his eyes.
"Can you see? Don't lie to me, or I'll have to punish you," came the stern warning.
Something shifted in Tristan’s chest as the idea lodged in his brain, and a beat passed before he remembered to breathe.
A low, mocking voice asked, "Are you thinking about lying so I'll punish you?"
Tilting his head toward the voice, he realized he couldn't see past several layers of the dark fabric. He swallowed hard and admitted, "Maybe."
Cade hummed and murmured, "I'll keep that in mind. Can you see?"
"No."
"Good. Lie on your back on the bed."
As Tristan complied, he focused on the sounds of the closet door opening, the rustling of fabric, and the heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor. He felt the bed sink with Cade's weight, then the heat of bare thighs grazing both sides of his chest, suggesting the other man was naked as he straddled him.
"Put your hands above your head."
He rushed to obey as his body thrummed, and when he felt Cade leaning over him to fasten his hands, his mind reeled with the knowledge that the dick he wanted so badly was probably hanging just above his head. He licked his lips subconsciously, trying to stay patient, but his heart pounded so forcefully the thumping jammed his ears. He felt Cade take hold of one wrist and then wrap a soft material around it.
