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whatever...” Shrugging, I stepped around him, and headed to the bathroom, flicking on the water pump as I went. Once the door clicked shut, I leaned back against it unbuttoning my jeans. Mentally I might not be ready for all things gay, yet every inch of my physical self said differently. It was as if I had opened a door and found all my missing pieces.
After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and several minutes thinking about everything but Zane half-naked in my trailer, I managed to pee before exiting the bathroom. I grabbed a t-shirt from the wardrobe, and slipped it over my head. I hollowed my cheeks, pulling my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing when I saw Zane.
“How long have you had those?” I asked of the shiny black cowboy boots he was tugging on. Somehow I had missed them last night, but then I hadn’t been looking at his footwear.
“Awhile.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why?”
“Mmm. They’re, ah, awfully clean .” My cheeks were getting sore from holding in my laughter. The stitching was pink— pink . I couldn’t stand it, I had to help him. I crouched down in front of where he sat on the pull-out. “This...” I yanked his pants leg free of his boot. “Guys don’t do this, only girls, and usually only the sluttier ones.” I worked his jeans over the top of his boots then stood up.
“Are you calling me a slut?” he asked with the most serious of expressions.
I snorted, unable to hold in my amusement any longer. “No!” I shook my head emphatically.
He sat up, slipping his hands behind my thighs. “Then you don’t know me very well.”
I sucked in a breath as he buried his face in my crotch. Oh God . Okay, maybe God didn’t belong here right now. I swallowed when his hands ran up the back of my legs. My fingers somehow ended up in his hair as he nuzzled against me.
“You’re, ah...” I blew out a breath, and tried again. “You’re getting awfully intimate with my crotch considering we haven’t even had a proper kiss yet.” I looked down at him as I desperately tried to keep my trembling knees locked.
He lifted his head, rolling his eyes up to meet mine. My chest tightened as I took in his flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. The feeling was similar to the adrenaline spike I felt when AJ broke from the box, only this—this was more intense. He licked his lips slowly, and my hands hit his chest, shoving him onto his back. He grunted when my knee landed on his thigh.
I quickly moved my leg, remembering his cuts. “Sorry...” I hesitated, the small break in momentum allowing my brain to catch up. Could I really do this ? Zane’s hands clutched my waist, and I was sure he was about to push me off. His fingers tightened, and he propelled me the rest of the way down on top of him. I tensed. Zane’s breath hitched, and his lips parted when my weight settled on him. I caught sight of his tongue stud, and felt a small thrill run through me. Glancing up into his eyes, I didn’t realize I was seeking permission until he nodded. My body relaxed against his with a sigh, as if it had been waiting all this time and had finally found that which it sought. My fingers fumbled until they found the side of his ribcage. I lowered my head, feeling his shallow breath against my lips—the expectation exhilarating.
The door latch rattled, then someone knocked insistently on my door. I decided to ignore it, even though it was a bit of a mood breaker.
“Gabe, I know you’re in there. Wake your ass up and open the door. I need some Banamine and Tums, man.”
“Damn it,” I muttered a hairsbreadth from his lips.
Zane’s hands fell from my waist as he sighed. “I agree. God Boy, you don’t have the best of luck do you?”
“Fuck you,” I said, lifting myself off him. Why in the world did the F-word float so effortlessly out of my mouth when Zane was around? But then this was kinda fucked up.
“That was the general idea,” he muttered as he sat up, running his hands through
After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and several minutes thinking about everything but Zane half-naked in my trailer, I managed to pee before exiting the bathroom. I grabbed a t-shirt from the wardrobe, and slipped it over my head. I hollowed my cheeks, pulling my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing when I saw Zane.
“How long have you had those?” I asked of the shiny black cowboy boots he was tugging on. Somehow I had missed them last night, but then I hadn’t been looking at his footwear.
“Awhile.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why?”
“Mmm. They’re, ah, awfully clean .” My cheeks were getting sore from holding in my laughter. The stitching was pink— pink . I couldn’t stand it, I had to help him. I crouched down in front of where he sat on the pull-out. “This...” I yanked his pants leg free of his boot. “Guys don’t do this, only girls, and usually only the sluttier ones.” I worked his jeans over the top of his boots then stood up.
“Are you calling me a slut?” he asked with the most serious of expressions.
I snorted, unable to hold in my amusement any longer. “No!” I shook my head emphatically.
He sat up, slipping his hands behind my thighs. “Then you don’t know me very well.”
I sucked in a breath as he buried his face in my crotch. Oh God . Okay, maybe God didn’t belong here right now. I swallowed when his hands ran up the back of my legs. My fingers somehow ended up in his hair as he nuzzled against me.
“You’re, ah...” I blew out a breath, and tried again. “You’re getting awfully intimate with my crotch considering we haven’t even had a proper kiss yet.” I looked down at him as I desperately tried to keep my trembling knees locked.
He lifted his head, rolling his eyes up to meet mine. My chest tightened as I took in his flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. The feeling was similar to the adrenaline spike I felt when AJ broke from the box, only this—this was more intense. He licked his lips slowly, and my hands hit his chest, shoving him onto his back. He grunted when my knee landed on his thigh.
I quickly moved my leg, remembering his cuts. “Sorry...” I hesitated, the small break in momentum allowing my brain to catch up. Could I really do this ? Zane’s hands clutched my waist, and I was sure he was about to push me off. His fingers tightened, and he propelled me the rest of the way down on top of him. I tensed. Zane’s breath hitched, and his lips parted when my weight settled on him. I caught sight of his tongue stud, and felt a small thrill run through me. Glancing up into his eyes, I didn’t realize I was seeking permission until he nodded. My body relaxed against his with a sigh, as if it had been waiting all this time and had finally found that which it sought. My fingers fumbled until they found the side of his ribcage. I lowered my head, feeling his shallow breath against my lips—the expectation exhilarating.
The door latch rattled, then someone knocked insistently on my door. I decided to ignore it, even though it was a bit of a mood breaker.
“Gabe, I know you’re in there. Wake your ass up and open the door. I need some Banamine and Tums, man.”
“Damn it,” I muttered a hairsbreadth from his lips.
Zane’s hands fell from my waist as he sighed. “I agree. God Boy, you don’t have the best of luck do you?”
“Fuck you,” I said, lifting myself off him. Why in the world did the F-word float so effortlessly out of my mouth when Zane was around? But then this was kinda fucked up.
“That was the general idea,” he muttered as he sat up, running his hands through
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