He meets my eyes and then gently lets me go. He stands up and goes about his cleaning ritual, making sure I’m nice and tidy before he hands me my clothes that ended up on the floor earlier.
“Still up for a hike?” he asks.
I clench my ass and feel soreness there, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with.
“Yeah.”
We spend the next few hours exploring the vast expanse just outside the yurt. The entire time, our hands stay linked, and I insist on frequent breaks where I tug him into me and kiss him. Extensively. Need to be thorough.
When we make it back to the yurt, it’s time to head back to civilization. But I don’t want to go.
“We have to,” Whit says, folding our clothes. “You have work tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me. How am I supposed to get through an entire workday when I have your cock waiting for me at home?”
Whit shoots me a look and then grabs my stuffed plastic bag and his suitcase. “You had my cock before, and it wasn’t an issue.”
“Oh, it sure was. I was hardall the time. And now I know what it’s like to have you nakedandinside of me. I’m going to be miserable at work. Just counting down the hours until I can come home and sit on you.”
“Get in the car, Caleb,” Whit says, throwing our things in the trunk and sliding into the driver’s seat.
I fold myself in next to him and lean my head back, turning to stare at him.
“You’re staring,” he says as we make our way back down the dirt road toward the freeway.
“Can’t help it.”
He side-eyes me, and when he merges onto the freeway a few minutes later, he says, “I’m going to contact a lawyer.”
My heart stutters in my chest. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to see if I have any options…any other choices.”
A smile sweeps across my face, and I lean forward and press a sloppy kiss against his cheek.
He flushes and wipes at the wetness lingering on his skin.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
WHIT
1 Month Later
The following month is a blur of late nights spent making out, sex, andmore sex. Caleb’s insatiable. He warned me he would be, but I hadn’t believed it. What straight guy goes from liking pussy to taking it up the ass?
No one.
I think I’ve found the exception to the rule.
Of course, it would be Caleb. He’s broken every expectation I’d had of him. There are some days when I don’t think I can keep up with his sex drive. The first week after staying in the yurt, my entire body ached from the physical exertion of driving into him, maneuvering his muscular body until we both found relief. He’d caught onto how exhausted I was, though. He always seems to be able to read me. So, the following week, he’d done all the work. Lifting himself onto me, riding me. I’m not sure what I like more, being in control or watching Caleb get off in using me.
After a debate meeting, I unlock the front door and walk into the apartment, immediately spotting the discarded clothes.
It should annoy me, the mess, but for some reason, it doesn’t. I’m likely too enamored with him to let it get to me. I set my keys down and turn and see Caleb leaning back against the couch, completely naked. His muscular thighs are spread wide, his hand slowly stroking his cock, his eyes hooded as he watches me move toward him.
I pretend to be annoyed and arch an eyebrow. He merely strokes himself faster.
“You know the serious look you’re giving me is only making me hotter,” Caleb says.