The car comes to a stop and I let myself out as Dale gets my bag from the trunk. He hands it to me and as I turn back to the front door, Rhys is opening it.
He steps out, in jeans, a white tee, the sleeves look like they’re strangling his ink stained arms, and bare feet.
I might have just spilled a little cum in my pants.
Fuck, he’s hotter than I remembered.
My body flushes like the thermostat was just notched up from 67 to 69 degrees fahrenheit.
His hair is longer than it was in May, brushing the tops of his ears. And in the humidity it looks even more voluminous. The tattoos around his bicep dance as he lifts his hand for a wave.
"Thank you Dale." He says as he steps down to the driveway.
"Of course Mr. Reid. Would you like me to stay local?"
Rhys looks at me and I want to yell outfuck no, I’m going to just spend the foreseeable future between this man’s legs!
Instead I toss Rhys a wink.
"No, we’ll be alright for today. I’ll be sure to reach out in the morning if we need anything."
"Of course." Dale nods and gets back into his car. It rolls away and I’m still standing in the driveway.
"Hey Duncan." Rhys says as he walks closer.
"Fuck, you’re hot." I grumble as my bag falls to the asphalt and I pull his lips to mine.
He tastes like coffee, and oxygen. My tongue dives further into his mouth and his hands anchor themselves at my waist, holding me to him just as hard as I am.
Together we fight for dominance and keep each other standing upright.
I break the kiss and press my forehead against his. "Are we going to fuck here in the driveway?"
"I don’t think I can wait any longer." He says as his greedy tongue licks up my neck, grating against my stubble. My pulse hammers for his attention but I’m in control enough not to fuck right here, right now.
Barely.
"C’mon Charming, let’s go inside, show me what you’re workin’ with." I slide my hand down and squeeze his ass before laying a swift little slap there.
"Do I have to give you a tour?" He asks as he turns and I shove his back a little. "Do you mind if I show you my bedroom first?"
"You have other rooms?" I tease as I grab my bag and follow him inside.
The cool air of the AC hits my heated skin and I shiver. I slide my sandals off at the door and take in the open space. High beams cross the ceiling, a wall of windows along the back wall look out on a sprawling green lawn. In the distance I see a white building, probably the barn.
Rhys leads me past the kitchen and down a window-lined hallway. Just outside is a patio with an outdoor kitchen and dining table. A pool with lounge chairs beyond it. At the end of the hallway he pulls me into a room, again with a wall of windows in the back, but at the center of this one is a beautiful looking bed.
Crisp white, fluffy comforter, more pillows than one, two or even three men could ever need. Matching sleek side tables with lamps. The one on the far side has an alarm clock and a charging dock.
The visual of Rhys getting into bed and plugging in his phone, unfastening his watch and laying it on the felt pad is more intimate than I expected it to be.
Holy crap balls.
There is less control available to me than I’d thought.
I just invited myself to spend a few days with my fuck buddy and we have zero rules or boundaries. One dizzying kiss on his driveway and my mind is running away with itself.
Thinking things through isn’t my forte and I can see now how it could lead to trouble.
