I huff a breath, feeling so damn light I’m fairly sure I could fly. “Why don’t you do your best and find out?”
He lets out a short laugh, a smile on his lips I can feel as he nuzzles roughly against my neck. My back arches, a distant part of my mind reminding me where I am, but it’s lost the next second as Oakley pulls my head to the side and tugs my earlobe between his teeth. The teasing nip of pain, the weight of him over me, his cock grinding against my own and the smooth glide as my hand gets wet with precum. It’s too much. Too raw. Too real. Too goddamn good.
I come on a grunt, the fabric making perfect sense now as Oakley shifts his grip, using the material to catch the mess. His breathing stutters against me, his hips jerking, his cock throbbing against my palm before he muffles his moan into my shoulder. I can’t bring myself to let go. Not for a long time. Oakley’s chest heaves against me, his cock softening in a way I’m fascinated by simply because it’s not my own. It’s still dark through the tent window, not yet dawn, the rain coming downin a sheet of sound that thankfully muffled our noises, quiet as they were.
Even so, I realize how damn carelessly we acted. It’s hard to regret it when I have Oakley’s body plastered to my own, the man’s dick in my hand a reminder of what it feels like towant, his breath near my ear the same.
It’s Oakley who breaks the silence. “You owe me ten bucks.”
It takes me a second to remember his comment about camp-goers sneaking away to fool around. I give his side a halfhearted shove. “I never took that bet.”
Oakley shakes in near-silent laughter. “I didn’t think it’d be us.”
“No. I didn’t either.”
He pulls back some, but I still can’t make out his face in the dark. “No one’s close enough to have heard us,” he says, sounding as if he’s reassuring me.
“I know. I just… I feel like you’ve woken me up, Oak. There’s so much I wanna try now. So many things I wanna do.”
He sits back after a moment, taking the spare shirt with him. “Well, you’ve got lots of options. You can try whatever you want. With whomever you want.”
My pulse kicks at the idea of being with anybody but Oakley. Not because I don’t think I’d enjoy those things with another man. I’m almost certain I would, the prospect of it not something my mind instinctually shies away from. Not like when I think about being with a woman again.
But I’ve got Oakley. And I don’t want to give this up. Givehimup. Not yet.
So I simply hum.
And Oakley and I spend a quiet morning together in a tent as the world around us slowly, slowly wakes.
Chapter 18
Oakley
The last day at camp is filled with nonstop rain. The kids spend most of their time in the mess hall, playing games and avoiding the downpour.
I spend most of my time eyeing Lawson.
What are we doing? What amIdoing?
I know better than to let myself fall down a rabbit hole with the man. There’s a good chance any single step will send me tumbling too far to ever come back up again.
Iknowthis. And yet I can’t bring myself to tell him no or discourage him from seeking me out when he wants touch and comfort and to feel good.
But I haven’t told him about my own feelings. How they’ve changed, or maybe simply made themselves known now that they’re not buried under years of carefully placed dirt. I haven’t even admitted it to myself, not fully.
I can’t keep that up forever. Sooner or later, it’ll slip or need to be said.
And what then?
Do I lose this? Him? Do I watch my best friend find someone else to make a life with yet again?
Lawson gives me a nudge as the kids start filing out of the mess hall, our time at camp coming to a close. “Ready?”
I guess it’s back to the real world we go.
I offer the best smile I can manage. “Ready, Teach.”
We’re quiet on the ride back to Darling. Wendy is on her phone in the back seat, catching up on whatever social media the kids are using these days. My eyes keep straying to Lawson.
