He drops the toy on the bed, then walks to the sink, washing his hands quickly.
I don’t move—I can’t. My limbs are jelly, breaths labored.
“I’ll just… um. Yeah. Bye,” he says.
I can barely hear him through the sudden pounding in my ears.
Fletcher disappears in a rush, and I collapse on the mattress in a heap of embarrassment. For fuck’s sake. Did that really just happen?
I hide my face in the cool sheets. I won’t be able to look him in the eyes ever again.
8
FLETCHER
Ishut the door behind me faster than I had intended to. The cool, humid air outside hits my face as I hurry across the yard, yet it does nothing to cool me down. My heart is still slamming against my ribs, wild and hot, like it’s trying to break out.
What the hell just happened?
I mean, Iknowwhat happened. But I also… don’t.
I did not expect… that.
When I heard Vince cry out, I thought he was in pain. So I’d reacted without thinking, without questioning—just bursting into the suite ready to help.
But what I walked into was…
God.
I press a hand to my chest. The image of Vince naked and spread out on the bed will be burned into my memory forever.
It isn’t just the image. It’s his voice, so breathless and panicked and utterly embarrassed; the strained way he’d said my name, almost pleading; the shock in his eyes; the sounds he made when I helped him.
The sounds he made when he unexpectedly came.
Damn. That’s going to stay with me for a long time.
A very, very long time.
I’m glad Georgie isn’t home when I reach the house, because there is no hiding what that incident did to me. My cock aches in my jeans, every nerve feeling like it’s been lit up from the inside.
I lock myself in my bathroom and brace my hands on the counter, head hanging. My skin is flushed, my breathing fast, and for God’s sake, I’m shaking.
I trynotto think about what happened, but my mind won’t let it go. Won’t stop replaying it. The way he looked—so vulnerable and strong at the same time. Mortified, but trusting me anyway. The way his voice kept breaking. The way he moved when he—
No.
Stop.
My body doesn’t listen. It’s not interested in the logical pieces of this, the boundaries I should stick to. It just remembers the heat. The feel of his body. His warmth. The scent of his arousal.
And itwants.
My body wants in a way it hasn’t in a long time.
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, curling a hand around it. Maybe if I take care of this quickly, I can get it out of my system and return to being a functioning human. But even as my balls draw up and I spill into my hand, I know there isn’t a chance in hell I’ll be able to look at Vince and not think about this day.
When I’m done, I scrub my face and breathe out hard. Slowly, I change into clean jeans and a soft Henley. My skin still feelstoo tight as I leave my room. Too aware. Like it knows something shifted and now we’re on different ground entirely.
