“I mean, it’s not like I haven’t had guys touch me before.”
“Notsexually.”
“Right, I know. That’s what I mean. This is kinda different, but it’s not like the kissin’.”
“Oh, fine, then how about this?” I asked with a huff of annoyance, and I reached down to cup his dick. Only to realize I should think twice before I did things out of frustrated impulse. There was a thick layer of denim between my hand and his dick, but that wasn’t nearly enough not to feel the heft and size of it against my palm and my fingers. Frustration was immediately replaced by a wave of arousal that made me feel unsteady and uncertain.
He stared at me, and then looked down at my hand, then looked back up again. “Uh, yeah, that’s definitely different.”
I froze again. “Uh, that was the part where you were supposed to be uncomfortable because this is a lot different from kissing me.”
“I mean…not that different,” he said with a chuckle. “It ain’t like I kissed ya on the cheek. There was tongue.”
“Yes, yes, there was. That is not quite the damning evidence you think it is, though.”
“I mean…you still got your hand on it.”
“I…do.”
Which was my cue to pull my hand away. Something that took a lot more willpower than I would have thought for such a small act, but with a not so small feeling of disappointment, I pulled my hand back. Only for him to take hold of it and bring it back to his groin.
“Cade,” I said, eyes wide.
“I said it was weird, I didn’t say it was bad,” he said, and now I could see he was no longer looking like a little boy who had just discovered some new wonder. There was a spark in his eyes that was making me swallow hard as I stared up at him. “And I’m guessin’ it ain’t much different for you. I mean…this is what you wanted, right?”
Oh, goddamn him.
“You are not going to stand there and give me shit, not now.”
“Who’s givin’ you shit? Ain’t me.”
God, his voice had dropped in pitch, and I couldn’t prove it, but I didn’t think he was doing it on purpose. He was no longer surprised by ‘liking it’; he was leaning into enjoying himself.
My jaw tightened. “You’re playing a very dangerous game with me, on purpose or by accident. No way in hell am I going to get ‘out-gayed’ by a goddamn straight man. I might not have a reputation to worry about, but I can’t let that be part of it.”
“So…ya can do more than stand there like a deer in headlights?” he asked, and then it hit me…I was getting a glimpse of the Cade that existed when he was alone with someone. He was still as playful as he’d always been, but there was heat creeping in, not from the edges, but from the very core of his being.
He wasn’t just liking it; he was turned on and getting more so by the second. He knew I was, and he knew he was tauntingme, but that was because the asshole was trying to push me to do more.
“Fine,” I said, snapping my head back to glare up at him as I took hold of the button of his jeans. “Then when you lose this game of gay chicken, you leave me the hell alone so I can beat off later and pretend it never happened around you.”
“Guess we’ll see,” he said, not flinching even when the button of his jeans was undone and I pulled the zipper down.
He was really going to follow through on this?
I had already opened my mouth, though, so there was no chance I was going to back down from my proclaimed game of ‘gay chicken’. Not that I didn’t want to continue; there was a buzz in my head that demanded I keep going even when I wondered if this was the best idea, and not just because we were technically in public.
Still, there was no backing down now, and I pulled open his pants, grunting in amusement when I felt the brush of fabric against the back of my fingers. “You wearing underwearandjeans didn’t hide shit. I was right.”
“Guess ya were,” he said, and the pleasant rumble of his voice that was always there had become something…more.
I was getting less and less wary of what was happening as I slipped my fingers into the band of his underwear, feeling the tickle of hair as I slid my fingers down. Pulling it forward, I pushed my fingers inside, my breath catching when I was met with the warm, hard skin of his cock. Silently sucking in a breath, I committed to the whole disaster and wrapped my fingers around it.
I already had a good idea what I was dealing with, but that suspicion wasn’t enough to stop the small, needy sound that escaped my lips. It wasn’t so inhuman that I could barely wrap my fingers around it, but goddamn if he didn’t fill my palm soimpressively I would have had to reconsider if it was going to gotoo far.
“This feels a little uncomfortable,” I said as I realized my hand was stuffed tightly into his pants just to hold him. “Let me help there.”
“Jesus,” he said as I rotated his dick and freed it from the tight confines of his pants. “That was startin’ to hurt.”
