I watch in confusion as he starts to lower down into a squat. My hands tighten int fists as a wave of arousal crashes through my body.
He wouldn't dothatnow, outside, with his family just inside, with Clyde here.
Would he?
I close my eyes and hate the way my cock pulses. My brain commanding my body to shove him away, to stop this from escalating any further, my body frozen, unable to act against my desire.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
My eyes fly open to find Duncan turning off the water and setting the hose down to drain.
Dueling sensations of relief and disappointment leave me feeling off balance.
"C'mon, I've got some clean clothes you can borrow for your ride home." Duncan says and he steps around me towards the front of the house. "And Granny will have a bucket of oats for my man Clyde. She buys the stuff in bulk."
"Ah okay, yes. Thank you."
I follow behind, tying the reins around the front porch rail. Next to the front door are two towels and Duncan hands me one before opening the front door. I follow him inside in a daze.
I can't shake the desire I shouldn't be feeling. It's reckless and too soon. I'm not the guy who just hooks up for the fun of it. That's too risky.
I also can't shake the rhythm of our footsteps from the walk back. And for the first time since I flew home to write music, there's a tune forming.
One I need to pursue.
Chapter seven
Duncan
Only Attempted Murder
"Rhys,comehelpmeget that horse of yours fed." Granny says after Rhys and I emerge from the bedroom I'm sharing with Delilah at the back of the house. He’s a big boy, he can handle Granny Franny for a few minutes.
"How was your walk back?" Delilah asks as I reach into the tin for a biscuit.
"Great."
"And thewater sports?" She raises an eyebrow.
I lean in and whisper. "We didn't piss on each other if that’s what you’re asking. Just a good old fashioned hosing off."
"That doesn't sound any better." Del shakes her head as she turns off the kettle.
I munch on a cookie with my ass leaning on the counter. I glance back at Delilah and shrug. "We needed to clean each other up."
"I hate that you're my brother because I want to keep going down this path but it's weird."
"You finally quit those taboo books then?" For a while she'd text being like,I can't believe this is realand I'd have to remind her it was fiction.
"No, but that's also why I'm not taking this conversation any further."
"Fine. So, how'syourlove life?" I ask as we move to the little peninsula with our tea.
"To put it in baseball terms, striking out looking."
"Shame, you have more fun striking out swinging."
"Yeah well, the last two haven't had much to swing with if you know what I mean."
