ONE
WESTON
It kills me to say this, but this is the last blowjob I’ll be getting for the foreseeable future.
And for a guy like me, that’s a big fucking deal.
What’s a guy like me? That’s a guy who’s never been able to find anyone who sparks so much as a twitch anywhere above the cock.
Someone who wishes he could be set—like my brother—with the girl he always knew he was meant for, his whole life laid out for him from a young age.
If only I could be so lucky.
Unfortunately, I’m broken.
In a stranger’s apartment, halfway to coming down her throat, and it’s doing nothing for me aside from the obvious. Not even the sight of her blonde hair spilled out over my thighs, or the hot noises she’s making are making my blood pump any faster.
Nah, the only thing that makes my heart race is the thrill of a new chase, a new adventure. The boredom that creeps in and under my skin minutes after hooking up with someone new keeps me running, chasing the next new thing before my veins start to itch from the feeling of being captured.
Shit, the closest thing I’ve ever felt to what my brother Wyatt and his wife Rory have is a burrito that was so good I never wanted to let go of it.
It gave me food poisoning on the way out of my system. Fate couldn’t even let me havethatmoment.
So my reputation as a heartbreaker in our small hometown might have been earned through an appetite for variety in the bedroom (the kind that’s hard to satiate in a town of less than five thousand), but it’s not my fault I don’t get attached to my partners. I don’t mislead them, it just happens. They catch feelings, and I don’t. It’s why I’ve spent much of my adult life on the open road, free from labels and judgement, the kind that my brother is full of.
And why is this my last blowie? Well, that’s because this dumb fuck (still me) agreed to gobackto said hometown for that very foreseeable future at his sister-in-law’s request. And once I’m there, not only will there be a painfully limited selection of women, but my brother has made it all too clear I’m not to break a single heart during my stay. Which, if I were to read between the lines, meant keep it in my pants. I don’t need another reason for him to hate me, to think of me as the fuckup little brother, so I plan to stick to his rules.
Basically, it all means I’m making the most of this moment, this mouth wrapped around my cock, this nameless woman bobbing on my lap, doing her best to suck more than half of me in and failing spectacularly.
I wrap my hand around the back of her head, threading my fingers through her honeyed hair to guide her down further—satisfaction rising in me at the way she moans as I take control—until I feel the back of her throat close around me.
That’s more like it.
The feel of my release, hot against the soft insides of her mouth, scratches the itch, but only for a minute.
I’ve barely repaid the favor—gentleman that I am—kissed her cheek in farewell and made it back to my current abode all alone again before the itch of boredom is already seeping in and under my skin once again.
This is my fate. It’s less of a curse, more of a burden. I know others out there have worse crosses to bear, but this is mine.
Never enough.
The need for more never sated.
Unfortunately, there’s nomoreto be had where I’m headed.
A long dirtroad with only acres and acres of half-bare trees as my witness. If it weren’t for my sister-in-law and her older sister at the other end of this path, I might be tempted to do something stupid when I get up there.
IfI get up there.
The streaky light of early evening comes through the mix of pines and deciduous, their light green leaves just starting to bud and form, the first touches of spring well and truly blooming here in the Smoky Mountains.
Somehow I turned a five-hour drive into an all-day affair, I’m a bit later than maybe I should be, but I haven’t been exactly chomping at the bit to come back to Smoky Heights, or the Heights, as the locals call it.
Being back for a few months doesn’t make me a local. This isn’t home.
I don’t have a home anymore.
I go wherever I can find work when I need it. Wherever looks interesting.
