“Mmm, night.”
Chapter Thirteen
Anderson
Not sure how it happened, but weallslept in late—to the point that we almost missed checkout time. All seven of us have been hustling our hungover asses since the minute we opened our eyes, trying to break down all the tents and pack everything up.
Weston is really dragging ass this morning. He’s barfed in the bushes twice so far, and he’s pale as all hell, with an underlying tint of green. He’s inbadshape. I feel for the guy. The shit he’s had to go through this weekend alone because of Jessica is absurd.
The upside—and downside—to waking up so late this morning is that Crew and I haven’t had a single moment to talk about what happened last night. Hell, we haven’t even had a single second of alone time.
Do I regret what happened? No. Absolutely not.
Am I confused? Yes. Of course.
It was single-handedly—pun intended—the hottest thing I’ve ever done and witnessed. Seeing Crew like that, watching him come unglued in the most carnal way, was utterly mind-blowing. The icing on the top of the dirty cake was his filthy mouth. Holy fucking shit. His words consumed me.
Crew and I have discussed hook-ups before in the past, like in passing. General details, but never anything too in depth, so I hadno fucking ideahe was such a dirty talker. Thus far, I’ve only ever been intimate with women, and none of them were vocallike thatin bed.
Not gonna lie… it unlocked something inside of me. Rough, nasty sex has always interested me, but I’ve never been with girls who are down for it, so I’ve never been able to explore that side of myself outside of porn and my own hand.
Part of me knows it shouldn’t happen again. I’m with Calina and she doesn’t deserve this. Breaking up with her was never an idea in my head… until now. So, part of me is angry with myself that I got caught up in the moment. I’m not the guy that cheats.
But a bigger part of me wants to explore this and see what happens. That same bigger part of me can’t wait for it to happen again. It’s probably a good thing that we haven’t had time to talk yet today. Gives me some time to think about it all.
We all just left the campground. Crew and I are riding back with Aston and Knox again, and we’re all half-dead. This weekend was a fucking blast, definitely what we all needed, but holy shit, am I exhausted.
The car is completely void of any conversation, even the music is at a low volume. Pretty sure Aston is already passed out in the front seat with his head against the window. My phone vibrates in my lap, and looking at the screen, it’s a text… from Crew.
Looking over at him, he gives me a sleepy smile, eyes gleaming.
Crew: How you doing with what happened?
Me: Doing fine. I like that you’re thinking about it, because I just was too.
Crew: You were? What about? ;)
My face heats at his question, because I know what he’sreallyasking.
Me: How hot it was. How hot YOU were.
Crew: It was fucking hot, and so were you.
Crew: And your cock?! MY GOD. It’s fucking beautiful.
Yup. My face is definitely bright red now, and my cheeks are on fire. Fuck, why am I so awkward. This is turning me on, though. It’s like I can be who I can’t be with Calina, with him. But I know even thinking that is fucked up.
Me: Oh my God, Crew. lol
Crew: What?! Just tellin’ it like it is, my dude.
Me: Don’t know how to respond to that.
He chuckles quietly beside me, and I would kind of like the earth to swallow me whole.
Crew: This shy boy side of you is unexpected. But I like it. Not gonna lie.
Me: Oh yeah? Why’s that?