We usually stayed at Webber’s since he had a king-sized bed and while I loved everything we had been doing so far, I wanted more. Taking things slow was unfamiliar to me. Usually, I started things like how I did with Webber. Straight to sex andthen we didn’t have expectations, but with Jude and Webber, I didn’t know what was holding us back.
After Jude called me Daddy at the carwash, I was sure we were headed for sex soon, but we never went past blow jobs, hand jobs and frotting. The closest thing we had gotten to fucking was me fucking Jude’s thighs one morning.
“Forest, you ok?”
I startled as I looked at Webber in front of me.
“Yeah, just thinking about some things,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat like I had gotten busted for something.
“Mind is always in the gutter, isn’t it?” he grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “No, I was just thinking about the order I needed to place at the feed store.”
“Bullshit, we did that two days ago,” he chuckled.
I scowled, forgettingthat he had helped me with that.
“So, who’s ass were you thinking of?” His voice deepened. “Cause I haven’t stopped thinking of how tight Jude’s ass would be around my cock.’
My cock instantly perked up.
“Or are you thinking of what it would be liketo fuck us side by side?” he whispered, gettingcloser.
“I’m thinking I need to bend you over that tractor and spank you for getting me hard in these jeans,” I said, grabbing him by the neck.
“Do it,” he ordered. “I think I need to be taught a lesson.”
I wished he had tacked on daddy at the end of that sentence, but maybe Jude needed to plant that idea in his head.
“It’s not a punishment if you want it,” I growled, pulling him in for a quick kiss.
“Fuck me hard and fast,” he said against my lips. “That’s enough punishment when I want it nice and slow.”
“Goddammit, Peaches,” I growled, kissing him deeply until we could hardly breathe.
“Can you do something for me?” He took a deep breath, kissing me along my jaw and down my neck.
“If it has something to do with my cock, then yes,” I moaned, as he nipped up my neck, takingmy earlobe and suckingon it.
“Well, that’s part of it,” he said softly. “Come to Denver with me tomorrow.”
I leaned back quickly. “For what?”
“I figured I would rip off my heartache like a Band-Aid and go to the Yeti’s first game, but I don’t want to go alone,” he said, looking vulnerable. “I have a hotel booked, I bought the tickets, and we can go in my car, all I need is you and your sexy ass.”
“Are you sure this is good for you?” I asked, not sure if this was the right approach.
“I can keep running away from it, but let’s be real, hockey will be everywhere,” he sighed. “It’s a part of me and no matter how far I run away from it, that’s not going to make me feel better so I might as well immerse myself and remember the game, the memories, the friendships, and all the years I had with the league.”
“Peaches,” I said cupping his face. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can watch the game at home, far removed and on your terms.”
“This is on my terms, but I think it would be easier if I had you and Jude with me,” he said, biting his lip, looking young and vulnerable.
How could I say no to him?
“How long will we be gone?” I asked.
“Two days. Is that too long?” he said shyly.
