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tell me about Mick last night?”
His head snapped up. “Because I wanted to see if I could be a normal single guy again. Acting on an attraction to a hot guy who knew nothin’ about what I’d been through.”
“And?”
“And you were there. I fucking ran out on you when it got to be too much.”
“You also gave me one helluva blowjob. You almost had me coming in my jeans before you stripped them off and made me come again.” I locked my gaze to his. “From where I’m standing, you had no problem acting on your attraction to me.”
Cres broke eye contact. “I said his name.”
“What?”
“When I started to come, I said Mick.” His gaze returned to my face. “That’s why I ran out.”
“And you thought I’d what? Knock you on your ass if you told me that?”
He erased the distance between us and got right in my face. “Why the hell are you bein’ so reasonable about this, Breck?”
I have no fucking idea.
I fisted my hand in his shirt and hauled him closer. “Because I want more of you, dumbass. A whole lot more.” My mouth crashed down on his and I kissed the shit out of him. He had an aggressive streak, but it was nothing compared to mine. Nothing.
He wasn’t the only one who’d had a recent revelation. I’d stared at the damn ceiling for three fucking hours after he’d left last night. Not only wondering what had happened to make him run, but wondering when I’d lost my goddamned balls and hadn’t chased after him. When had I turned into the mild-mannered gentleman cowboy who hid in his motor home? I’d always been the guy who went after what he wanted—men, women, championships, sponsorships. I’d let the system, a goddamned system that failed me, dictate the kind of man I became after I’d risen from the ashes of my spectacular crash and burn.
No. More.
Cres eased up on the kiss. He kept one hand twined in my hair and the other hand flattened on my chest. “Sorry I fucked up and didn’t tell you about Mick.”
“I’m not the same asshole guy I used to be.”
“You never were an asshole to me, Breck.”
There was that sweetness again.
Cres confessed, “I’m still a little screwed up.”
“Aren’t we all screwed up about something?”
“I guess.” He sighed. “I gotta admit, this isn’t goin’ like I envisioned when I saw your Jeep pull up. But I am really glad you chased me down.”
“I should’ve done it last night. But bein’s I was buck-ass nekkid and you weren’t, you had a head start.” I slid my hand beneath his jawbone and feathered my thumb across his bottom lip. “It turns me the fuck on when your lips get like this, full and red and shiny. I could get used to seein’ them like that all the time.”
Cres’s body went taut.
Even when I had good intentions, I somehow messed up by saying or doing the wrong thing. “What’s wrong?”
“Just because I said I was testing the waters to see if I’m ready to move on, I’m not lookin’ for a relationship ever again.”
“Never?”
“Love ain’t worth the trouble of the heartache you get when you lose it.”
I should’ve run then. Instead, I shrugged as if my heart wasn’t hurting for him. And hurting for myself since I’d never been lucky enough to have that kind of love. “I’m not here for the long haul anyway.”
His gaze turned shrewd. “How long are you here?”
“For the first session, which is nine weeks. Then I’ll decide if I’m cut out for teachin’. But I’ll warn ya, I’ve still got itchy feet even after spending twenty years livin’ on the road. I like it. It’s part of who I am so I don’t see that changing any time soon.”
“What are you saying?” he asked.
“We’ll be in the same area for nine weeks. We could have a lot of fun together exploring this. If it gets boring, we’ll end it, no harm, no foul.” That wasn’t entirely true. I’d pull out all the stops to ensure we’d spend every free moment of those nine weeks together.
“Just
His head snapped up. “Because I wanted to see if I could be a normal single guy again. Acting on an attraction to a hot guy who knew nothin’ about what I’d been through.”
“And?”
“And you were there. I fucking ran out on you when it got to be too much.”
“You also gave me one helluva blowjob. You almost had me coming in my jeans before you stripped them off and made me come again.” I locked my gaze to his. “From where I’m standing, you had no problem acting on your attraction to me.”
Cres broke eye contact. “I said his name.”
“What?”
“When I started to come, I said Mick.” His gaze returned to my face. “That’s why I ran out.”
“And you thought I’d what? Knock you on your ass if you told me that?”
He erased the distance between us and got right in my face. “Why the hell are you bein’ so reasonable about this, Breck?”
I have no fucking idea.
I fisted my hand in his shirt and hauled him closer. “Because I want more of you, dumbass. A whole lot more.” My mouth crashed down on his and I kissed the shit out of him. He had an aggressive streak, but it was nothing compared to mine. Nothing.
He wasn’t the only one who’d had a recent revelation. I’d stared at the damn ceiling for three fucking hours after he’d left last night. Not only wondering what had happened to make him run, but wondering when I’d lost my goddamned balls and hadn’t chased after him. When had I turned into the mild-mannered gentleman cowboy who hid in his motor home? I’d always been the guy who went after what he wanted—men, women, championships, sponsorships. I’d let the system, a goddamned system that failed me, dictate the kind of man I became after I’d risen from the ashes of my spectacular crash and burn.
No. More.
Cres eased up on the kiss. He kept one hand twined in my hair and the other hand flattened on my chest. “Sorry I fucked up and didn’t tell you about Mick.”
“I’m not the same asshole guy I used to be.”
“You never were an asshole to me, Breck.”
There was that sweetness again.
Cres confessed, “I’m still a little screwed up.”
“Aren’t we all screwed up about something?”
“I guess.” He sighed. “I gotta admit, this isn’t goin’ like I envisioned when I saw your Jeep pull up. But I am really glad you chased me down.”
“I should’ve done it last night. But bein’s I was buck-ass nekkid and you weren’t, you had a head start.” I slid my hand beneath his jawbone and feathered my thumb across his bottom lip. “It turns me the fuck on when your lips get like this, full and red and shiny. I could get used to seein’ them like that all the time.”
Cres’s body went taut.
Even when I had good intentions, I somehow messed up by saying or doing the wrong thing. “What’s wrong?”
“Just because I said I was testing the waters to see if I’m ready to move on, I’m not lookin’ for a relationship ever again.”
“Never?”
“Love ain’t worth the trouble of the heartache you get when you lose it.”
I should’ve run then. Instead, I shrugged as if my heart wasn’t hurting for him. And hurting for myself since I’d never been lucky enough to have that kind of love. “I’m not here for the long haul anyway.”
His gaze turned shrewd. “How long are you here?”
“For the first session, which is nine weeks. Then I’ll decide if I’m cut out for teachin’. But I’ll warn ya, I’ve still got itchy feet even after spending twenty years livin’ on the road. I like it. It’s part of who I am so I don’t see that changing any time soon.”
“What are you saying?” he asked.
“We’ll be in the same area for nine weeks. We could have a lot of fun together exploring this. If it gets boring, we’ll end it, no harm, no foul.” That wasn’t entirely true. I’d pull out all the stops to ensure we’d spend every free moment of those nine weeks together.
“Just
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