Farrow reaches out with his right hand, but he can’t physically touch me. Just on the slim chance thatanyonein a passing car sees and snaps a picture. Sometimes I wonder if he’s silently disappointed by the lack of PDA. For me, it’s all the same. I’m not missing what I never had.
But being overly cautious is what’ll make this last.
Farrow commits to a safe action. He grips the back of my seat. “I bet I can distract you all the way home.” His voice falls to an even huskier octave. “Withouttouching you. Hell, I bet I can make you hard without talking dirty.”
“You must like to lose bets often.”
Grinning, Farrow rotates the wheel with one hand. Turning onto another street. “Who and what did you fantasize about when you were a teenager?”
Fuck.I adjust in my seat, my cock constricted against my jeans.Fuck me.
“Hard already?” He lifts his aviators to his head, pushing back his white hair. His mannerisms, the way the corner of his mouth quirks—fuckinggripsmy dick.
“Agitated, mostly.”
“I can tell. It’s that little grimace-smile thing.” Farrow laughs as I flip him off, and he adds, “Come on, Maximoff. What’d you jerk off to?”
“Tell me your favorite gay porn categories, and maybe I’ll answer.”
“Maybeyou’ll answer,” he says, brows raised. “Okay…my favorite gay porn…” he trails off in thought. “I likebig dickandrough sex.” He flicks on his blinker to take a left turn. “Have you watched any porn before?”
“Only a few times.” I can see how my mom was addicted to porn, and that’s partly why I think I stopped logging onto porn sites after the third session. “What’d you rub one out to as a teenager?”
“The Olympic male swim team,” he says and off my knotted brows, he laughs, “I’m fucking with you. I didn’t have anyone in mind specifically.” Farrow evades paparazzi in the distance by driving onto a side street. His next glance isknowing.“Not like you.”
He knows my fantasy is him.
Bluntly, Farrow emphasizes, “You can sayme.”
I give him a look. “How are you not freaked out?”
“Because I wasn’t the one with the crush.”
My face contorts in a series of emotions, landing on a cringe. “I could’ve sworn the bet was to make mehard, not want to push you out of the car.”
Farrow laughs. “Tell me your fantasy. In detail.” His gaze drips down me in a searing wave before fixing on the street. “I want to hear it.”
Now his bet makes sense. He said he wouldn’t have to talk dirty. Because he planned formeto. This shouldn’t be that difficult. Every single night, we fuck in my bedroom, and then we fall asleep together. He sets his alarm for 5:40 a.m. on the dot and leaves my townhouse before Quinn wakes.
My one-night stand routine has been replaced with a Farrow Redford Keene routine—and it’s better. Hotter. But it’s inherently different.
Like right now, I canverballydescribe a fantasy at noon. I’m around someone I can fuck the brains out of twenty-four-hoursa day. Uninhibited, unrestricted access to the most intoxicating, euphoric experience alive. With someone I care about.
I lick my lips slowly. If I’m unleashing my fantasy to Farrow, I’m going all in. No restraint. “I have a fantasy that plays on loop.”
Farrow listens, his eyes on me every other second.
“I’m in the shower,” I continue, “and I’ve thought a ton about what that location means. So I’ll save you the trouble of psychoanalyzing me and just tell you.” I sit up straighter. “I never let anyone stay the morning and shower with me. I never trusted someone to linger like that, but my brain—for whatever damn reason—always,alwayslets you stay.”
Farrow has this look in his eye. Like he wants to kiss me. But knows he can’t. He grips my seat tighter.
Lower.I crave for that hand to droplower. On me. Unzipping me. Stroking me—I shake my head once, and then just continue on, “So I’m in the shower alone, and then the door opens. And there stands…” I feign surprise. “My mortal enemy.”
He rolls his eyes. “For fuck’s sake. I may lose this shit bet if you keep cutting yourself off.” Neither of us brings up how the bet has no stakes, no odds or payouts. Except for bragging rights.
I try to be more serious. “You’re buck-ass naked.”
“Getting better.”
