“N-No. Not at all.”
As he tosses the blanket onto the couch, he turns toward the kitchen.
I’m a slut.
Asimplewhore.
Because how can I not stare at his back?
I’m surprised he doesn’t have more tattoos—the left chest, across his shoulder and arm, are completely covered in that tribal-style design. It’s beautiful against his warm brown skin, and man, as I’ve said a million times, life is so unfair.
He’s got the gallon filled and is on his way back when I force myself to face the mounted TV above the fireplace.
“Any preference?” I ask as he sits just a bit away from me. I’d intentionally sat farthest to the right… you know, to avoid giving in to temptation.
And to give him space, of course.
“I’m not going to watch…”
I feel like he’s about to keep going, so I just stay quiet and pull up Netflix. I’ll throw on whatever the top movie is. I’m partial to rom-coms or even terrible reality shows, but I’m not about to subject him to that.
Mindlessly clicking play on what looks to be a thriller, I nearly miss the moment he lies down.
Right in my lap.
His temple presses against my thigh, and I instantly regret not taking a second to tuck myself in to hide my cock’s natural reaction tohim.
Watching someone like Keo curl his legs up, knees pressed against the back of the couch, and resting like this, has my heart doing somersaults. His ass hangs off the edge, and I just know this can’t be comfortable.
Or maybe it is. His sigh of content tells me I may be wrong.
“Everyone in the squad decided to do rotating shifts to stay together.”
I dare a peek at him. His eyes are shut, but his face is so, so close to my clothed dick that I begin sweating.
“Y-Yeah?”Shit. I sound nervous. Alright, deep breaths, Ayden.I clear my throat. “All of them?”
“Mhmm.”
Before placing the remote onto the side table, I turn the volume down and pop on the subtitles.
“I didn’t know that was possible, but also, how nice of them.”
“Perks of a small town, I guess.”
He’s doing a good job of not moving higher in my lap, and I should do better, because I really shouldn’t be thinking about his mouth anywhere near my cock.
Keo is absolutely a top. The kind of man who probably never gets on his knees for anyone. I’d be the one kneeling… and I’d gladly do it.
Oh no.
That thought has my dick twitching, and I immediately shift. My hand finds the back of his head as I do—not to push him away, but to make sure he knows I don’t want him going anywhere. I just need to adjust myself, or else.
“Remember Corey had that brunch with his in-laws?”
“Yeah?” I’m glad his eyes are closed. I don’t need him seeing me grab myself to move it away from his face.
“His wife is pregnant.”
