Touching him is so addicting. It’s a harsh reminder that I haven’t had anything like this in so long. I’ve been so fucking closed off from any kind of affection, and Dex seems to give it to me whether I ask for it or not.
I don’t know how much more I can take without breaking.
My lips touch his, a whisper of a kiss against his mouth, and then the moment explodes.
Hands grip clothes, pulling each other as close as we can, our tongues tangling, our bodies grinding, seeking any kind of friction. We’re an unlit match threatening to turn into a flame that will burn us both to the ground.
His leg moves between my thighs, and he rubs at my aching cock, making my throat emit sounds I’m sure I’d be embarrassed to ever hear.
He bites down on my lower lip, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I want to get off on him. I want to push him to the dirt, pull my pants open, and jack off across his face.
But before I can, I feel something move against my ankle.
It’s cold and wet, and I let out a gasp, peeling my mouth from Dex’s and staring down. A zucchini is brushing against my skin, and the culprit holding it is none other than Michael. He waggles the green veggie a little, takes a large chomp from it, and then scurries back into his hole.
I stare at it long and hard before meeting Dex’s gaze.
‘He was watching us,’ Dex says. ‘I think he liked what he saw.’
I find my own lips twitching, that horny, desperate feeling dissipating slightly. ‘He tried to stop us.’
‘He wanted to spank you with his zucchini,’ Dex adds, and I let out a horrified laugh.
Dex looks pleased with my little outburst and kisses me once more, fanning that dimmed flame again, but before I can have my way with him, Leaf appears, staring at us with narrowed eyes.
‘Do-do?’ he asks, and Dex responds before I can.
‘Michael found us. He assaulted Rome. We got distracted.’
Leaf’s eyes move straight to the hole I nearly fell into, andhe sighs. ‘Right, well. No more distractions. Let’s finish this up, and then I’ll make you lunch.’
Dex gives him a salute, and Leaf stalks off. He watches him go for a moment before turning to look at me.
‘Better go help him,’ he says, and then his lips turn up at the corners in a sensual smirk. ‘And you may want to put that away.’
He glances down at the boner in my shorts, and I place my hands over it, wanting relief but knowing full well it won’t happen here with a nosy Michael, and Leaf and Thorne riding our asses to get shit done.
My dick will have to wait.
It takes most of the afternoon to get the planters in the ground, and then another hour for all of us with shovels to get the dirt put in, but by the time it’s done, it looks amazing.
I haven’t done this kind of work in…hell, I don’t even remember how long. During all of it, I even forget how much I want Dex and how if it wasn’t for that fucking groundhog, I might have been able to finish the work with my balls empty.
Eventually, Leaf waves us all into the house and points to the dining room table. It’s different from the one he had before—nice and round, in an open space which connects with the kitchen. The entire place is bright and modern, though Thorne kept the rustic cabin design for parts of it, which I can appreciate.
It’s very much like both of them merged into one. I love that for the two of them, even if my envy is eating me alive.
Leaf proudly sets a charcuterie board on the table full of meats, cheese, crusty baguettes, and some sketchy-lookingjams I’m a little afraid he’s made himself. He’s been experimenting with hobbies since giving up interpreting, and according to some of the gossip I’d gotten while I was away, he hasn’t been successful at all of them.
But the food looks good, and I don’t realize how hungry I am until I sit down and take a huge wedge of Camembert and baguette on my plate.
Beside me, Dex smirks before adding a couple of green olives next to it. I’m not an olive person, but he will not make me flinch. I pop one in my mouth and determinedly do not grimace as I chew.
Dex rolls his eyes and happily eats three of them in a row. If we were together—if we were an actual couple who cared about each other instead of two almost strangers who hate fuck in the gym bathroom—we would make up two perfect halves of a whole. I’d eat his tomatoes, he’d eat my olives. We’d share onions, then smelly kisses at the end of every meal.
He’s light to my dark, sunshine to my rain cloud. He’s brave when I’m a fucking coward, and strong when I feel at my weakest.
But I don’t want to think about that now. It’s too deep. Too intense. I’ll stick to the sex fantasies. At least those are something I can attain. I’m pretty sure true love—like the kind Leaf and Thorne have or the kind Robbie found with Thom—isn’t for me.
