I grinned. “I’m not here to take your job, you cunt.”
Carson’s eyes widened. “Don’t use that word, fucker.”
I laughed. “So I can’t call you my friend? Fine, whatever you say, Cappy.”
“That’s not what that word means here, Kearney. It means something completely different. You might get punched if you use it here.”
Shrugging again, I glanced out the window. “Noted. Don’t call Carson a cunt. Got it.”
I turned my attention back to him. “But you’re okay with me hitting on you? It doesn’t have to mean anything. It could just be a way to blow off steam. And just so you know, I’m very good with my mouth.”
That must have gotten his attention because he pulled off the road into an empty lot. Stopping the car, he took off his sunglasses and glared at me.
“Let’s get this straight right now. Whatever this is between us is not going to happen. The way I responded to your kiss was, like I said, purely a physical reaction to a stimulus. If I made you think otherwise, I apologize.”
I smirked, then nodded. He was so full of kangaroo doo. His body language alone told the story. “Apology accepted. But I have one question.”
He sighed and ran his hand over his mouth before replying. “What?”
“Are ya gay, or bi? Or maybe pan? If you’re fluid, that’s even better. I’m just trying to sort you out, ya know?”
He placed his head on the steering wheel, evidently exhausted from all that denial. The poor hottie had no idea how good having a man inside him could be.
“I’m not divulging my sexuality to you or anyone. It’s none of your fucking business.”
I sighed. “Okay. Fair enough. Bi then.”
As if the damn burst, he shot his arm out across the car and pointed at my door.
“Get out,” he yelled. “Get out of the car. You can call Coach and tell him I dropped you off at the Burger Hut.”
I laughed but didn’t move. Instead, I took a chance and settled my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch or push me away. Carson sat there perfectly still as I gave it a good squeeze. It made me wonder how long he’d been without a tender touch.
“I’ll behave. I promise. However, if I get pissed, all bets are off. But for the record, just so we’re clear, I’m gay, Cappy. And I promise to do my damnedest not to ogle your sexy body or your firm buttocks.”
He whipped his gaze to me. “I knew you were staring at my ass.”
I smiled. “It’s a fine ass. It’s like looking at a sports car. You can appreciate it without having to drive it.”
He blinked as he processed my words. “I guess that makes sense.”
My face hurt from all the grinning I’d been doing. “One more question. Will you mind if I bring a hookup or two home sometimes?” I motioned toward my cock and mimicked jerking off, just to see what he’d do. “A man has needs.”
Carson shook his head, making me think he was going to say no. But he surprised me. “You’ll be in the guest house. Do whatever you want as long as I don’t have to see it, hear it, or clean it up.”
“Good,” I said, giving him a firm slap on the shoulder. “Now, can we go home? I need to release my pussy and take a shower.”
Carson shook his head as if he didn’t understand me, then pulled out of the parking lot. But I knew the truth. He might not want to say the words, but his body did all the talking for him.
He’d want to fuck in no time.
On the drive, I sent a message to Owen letting him know I’d arrived safely and would call soon. I was dead on my feet and wanted to sleep.
Chapter 7
Carson
After spending less than an hour with Colin, everything about him overwhelmed me. His quick wit and the way he challenged me at every step made it difficult to see the man Jayse described. He was irritating for sure, but I hadn’t verbally sparred with anyone like that in a long time. And definitely not someone who made me forget my surroundings while worrying about what he was going to do next.
