Sem and Luke laugh at this like it’s the funniest thing. Like I’d ever joke about something like this. Assholes.
Whit’s thumb is now rubbing small circles across my skin, and I see my cock growing in my pants. This is a horror show.
“No shame in it, Caleb. Don’t understand it, but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong,” my uncle says.
I roll my eyes and then place my hand over Whit’s, stopping him from moving those insufferable fingers.
“Not in public,” I hiss at him.
When I remove my hand, his is frozen against my belly.
“They’re meant for each other, don’t you think,” my aunt says, appearing in the doorway and observing the room. She smiles sweetly at me when she sees where I’m sitting.
Sem moves to the floor and pats the seat he just vacated. “Come on, ma. Take a seat.”
“Asshole,” I mutter, and Sem chuckles.
“You two are so cute,” my aunt croons and reaches over and pats my leg.
Holy fuck, she almost touched the erection that’s snaking down my thigh.
The thought of her hand on it shrivels me slightly.
“You two just seem so different from each other. Opposites do attract, but tell me again, Whit, what drew you to each other?”
“Again?” I ask, and Whit’s thumb starts drawing circles against my skin, and I’m going fucking insane. “When did you two talk?”
“She calls me sometimes,” he says, and I scowl at him.
“I’m going to kill you,” I mutter, stilling his hand with mine once more and then turning to my aunt. “None of you should be talking to him without me knowing.”
“Why?” Luke asks.
“Because.”
“Not a good reason,” Sem says, and I flip him off.
My aunt is beaming next to me, and I shift on top of Whit, so she won’t see what’s happening below my waist. Because it's back to growing, and her noticing it would be mortifying.
The only problem is, now I’m curled up on Whit’s lap, looking ridiculous, but I’m not sure I can stand up because I’m fully hard.
Should have jerked off before I left. I should probably jerk off all the time before I’m around this dude.
My aunt turns to Luke. “I want you to find someone like Whit.”
“I’m not gay, ma.”
“I know that, but I think you should find someone classy like Whit.”
“I’m classy,” I tell my aunt, but she just ignores me. Which is fine because Whit’s hand is now sprawled across my happy trail.
And he’s fucking playing with it.
Those nervous fingers. I want to do things to them.
I shiver, and Whit’s other hand threads into my hair.
“You cold?” he asks against my ear, and I roll my eyes.