He’s coming… And so am I.
Thick spurts coat the wall of my shower as ecstasy floods my veins. My legs quiver as I ride the wave. It’s intense… So fucking intense. And it’s never-ending.
Fuuuuck.
My body sags against the shower wall as I come down. My hand falls to my side while I watch the evidence of what just happened disappear down the drain. As soon as the orgasm ceases, guilt floods my system. Disgust in myself, because what type of person jacks off to fantasies about their son’s best friend?
A deranged one.
A fucked-up one.
I finish the shower quickly, wanting to get away from this bathroom and what I did as soon as possible. As I get dressed, one thing becomes abundantly clear. That canneverhappen again. I don’t care what I have to do, I cannot think about Remington in that way.
I don’t care how good it felt.
Fourteen
Remi
The server places the check on the table, giving Hollis a flirty smile before walking away.
“I got it,” he says before I have a chance to grab it.
“Oh, shit. Buyin’ me dinner tonight? Does this mean I have to put out?”
“Yeah, actually.” He chuckles as he tosses his debit card on top of the check. “I’ll stick Ford in the corner and let him watch.”
I pop the last couple of fries from my plate into my mouth as we both laugh. “He’d love that,” I tease.
“He’d probably murder you, Dexter style.”
We spent the day at a motorcycle show about thirty minutes south of here, then decided to stop at the diner for food as soon as we got back in town. It was fun, but it made me realize how much I miss riding.
“Have you heard from my dad at all?” Hollis asks as we step into the chilly night air.
A grin spreads across my face. “Talked to Daddy Moore a couple hours ago when we left the show.”
“Dude.” Hollis holds up a hand, his face twisted up comically. “Really wish you’d stop callin’ him that.”
“You know that’s never gonna happen.” I snort.
He rolls his eyes, but I don’t miss the twitch of his lips. “Whatever. What’d he say? Everythin’ goin’ okay over there?”
I didn’t want to leave Lukas home by himself all day, so I asked Gentry if he could spend some time at the ranch because he’s been asking about it since that first time. After I told him that I thought he enjoyed me flirting with him the last time we saw each other, I fully expected him to tell me no, but to my surprise, he agreed.
Nodding, I say, “Lukas helped him change the oil on his truck earlier, and I guess him and Tucker have been sharing Pokémon cards all afternoon. Apparently, they’re the best of friends now.”
Hollis huffs a small chuckle. “That’s cute.”
“Isn’t it?” A smile curves my lips. “I was nervous he’d have a hard time findin’ a place in Wolf Creek since this is all new to him, but surprisingly, he seems to be adjustin’ pretty well.”
Once we get to the ranch, Hollis drops me off at Gentry’s house before going to his own. Since I needed to bring Lukas here, it only made sense that Hollis and I rode to the show together. We left a little after eleven this morning, and glancing at my watch, I’m surprised to find it’s almost nine now.Damn. We hit a good bit of traffic on the way home, but I didn’t realize it was this late. I wince as I knock on Gentry’s door. Hopefully, he’s not pissed at how long we’ve been gone.
It takes a minute, but eventually, the door swings open, and Gentry’s tall, wide frame comes into view. My mouth waters as I take him in. His usual jeans and flannel are replaced with a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. He looks so…relaxed. And there’s a pair of black-rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose that I’ve never seen him wear before.
“Goddamn,Daddy Moore. The glasses are really doin’ it for me.”
He purses his lips and exhales a sharp breath. “Hello, Remington,” he deadpans, stepping to the side and gesturing for me to come in.
