Holy shit.
Once I’d snapped a photo for my followers—one of me looking out into the gloom with my trousers arranged so the bulge was discernible in the grey fabric—I peed and posted it online. ‘Welcome home!’ I wrote in the caption.
Then I grabbed the lube from my suitcase, took yesterday’s trousers and boxers off, and settled down on the bed. I leaned against the headboard, planted my feet wide and jerked my cock in long, tugging strokes. Fuuuck. I groaned and hastily slicked my other hand so I could fuck my hole as deep as I could go in this position.
In my head it was Lew’s tongue in my mouth, and his huge fist I fucked as his slick fingers stretched my ass for his cock. Or maybe he’d bottom for me. I imagined how his body would tremble as I ruined his hole.
My body seized up, my abs clenched, and a throaty groan escaped my mouth. I came so hard the cum splattered over my chest and hit my chin. I worked it all out, then lazily ran my fingers through the mess on my stomach.
Horny as I was, I convinced myself it was a good idea to make Lew an offer he couldn’t refuse. I wanted to pay him back in orgasms.
You should wait for your first official fake date before proposing it though.
I chuckled and rolled out of bed, careful not to get cum on the sheets.
Not before I’ve made sure the washer works.
After my shower, I dressed in my yoga shorts and rolled out my travel mat. It didn’t matter where I was or how tiny the space was. As soon as my mantras started playing, I forgot everything around me. The first sun salutations got my blood flowing.
Half an hour later, I was a sweaty, happy mess for the second time that morning. I snapped another picture in which I grinned at the camera. The sweat made my curls all springy and cute. I bet that would be a hit with my followers.
Then I nearly suffered a heart attack when my mantra ended, and a loud knock cut through the momentary silence. A huge head with triangular ears peered through the small window next to the door.
Why that fucking fuck is Lewis here at eight in the morning?
I jumped to my feet and hurried to open the door to a massive white tiger in jeans. They probably weren’t supposed to be skin tight. Like the ones he’d worn yesterday, these too, hugged his thighs like a glove. He had paired them with a hoodie and a black leather jacket that almost made me drool on the floor.
Chapter 7
Lewis
Unlike most days, I didn’t jump out of bed the next morning. The world outside my bedroom window woke up reluctantly, and I knew the gloom would turn into rain within the next hour or two. But that wasn’t what kept me on my backwith an arm under my head and the other on my stomach, reflecting.
Noah was back in my life, and I had somehow landed myself the job of being his fake boyfriend. We hadn’t even managed to get the first picture for his account yesterday before he’d fallen asleep on the couch. The poor baby had been so tired. I wasn’t proud that I had stayed longer than necessary when he had slumped forward and snuggled into my arm. He’d been so warm and smelled so good, a mix of shaving soap and the juniper shower gel.
My hand dipped under the duvet to where my cock poked its head out of his sheath. I closed my eyes and grabbed the bottle of lube from the shelf over my headboard.
Once I had cleaned up, dried my fur, and dressed, I made coffee and poured it into two thermos cups, and packed milk, more coffee, and my little espresso cooker to bring with me.
If he’s anything like Ollie he’ll need a second cup of coffee. Or a third.
Our chef, SweetPea, waved over at me from the restaurant entrance when I left the building an hour later. I waved back, got in my car, and backed out of my parking spot.
A few minutes later, I steered my truck down the narrow lane that led from the entry to his parents’ farm to the cottage he was staying in. I’d hated leaving him alone there last night but found no good excuse to stick around. So I left after tucking him in and kissing his forehead. Gods, I hoped he hadn’t noticed.
The shack came into sight after only a couple of seconds. The farm house was on the other side of the property, and while I was glad that he had some privacy, I hated how removed he was from everything.
I wished I had a second car I could lend him and had thought of just organising a rental for him, but I doubted Noah would accept.
From the little glimpses he’d given me of himself last night, I knew he was desperate to be independent. I didn’t want to be the person to invalidate his feelings, but the moment I found an opening I’d be right there to support him.
Whatever he needed, I wanted to provide it.
It was strange to be able to just go and see Noah—not through a screen—but really go and see him, talk to him, and kiss him sneakily while he was asleep.
Damn. I had to be careful. But it was hard. I caught sight of myself smirking in the rear-view mirror.
Yeah, it was hard, just like I had been. And I was a grown-ass man with the humour of a fifteen-year-old kid.
