“I usually last a lot longer,” I manage to say as he climbs in next to me and turns out the light. Our legs brush, but he pulls his away from mine and stares at the ceiling.
“You don’t believe me?” I ask.
He sighs heavily. “I believe you, Caleb.”
I don’t believe him, though, and I turn on my side and look at his silhouette.
“I’m very good at sex.”
He fiddles with the sheets.
“Go to bed, Caleb.”
“Whatever,” I mumble and then roll onto my other side and close my eyes.
He doesn’t want to talk. Fine. I’ll leave him alone then.
* * *
I wake up to the sound of gunshots. They sound like they’re right next to us like someone is aiming right through our window. The sound vibrates the glass.
Stupid asshole, I think with a smile.
“What’s that?” Whit asks, his hands clutching my back. I’m sprawled half on top of him.
Huh, must have made my way over to him in the night. I was peeved when I fell asleep, but apparently, my body didn’t care about his irritating silence earlier. All it seems to remember is how good his hand felt on me.
I nuzzle my face into Whit’s neck. He smells so damn good. My cock is hard against his hip.
“That’s the sound of freedom, babe,” I mutter.
Whit pinches my side. “I’m serious. Whatis that, Caleb.”
“Probably Sem unloading out there,” I say, rolling my hips slightly.
“Why would he do that in the middle of the night? Is he insane?”
“Because he can and I told you. This is like a whole other world for someone like you. Have you ever even heard a gun shot in your entire life?”
He ignores my comment and relaxes slightly until the gunshots start up again.
“It’s a good thing your family lives out in the middle of nowhere,” he mutters, his hands tightening against me again.
“Heh. And you wonder why I moved out,” I reply, and then I nip at that tendon in his neck.
I’m not close enough to him. I want to crawl inside of him, to put up permanent residence.
Caleb lives here.
Pushing myself up, I move on top of him, so I’m entirely sprawled across him. He grunts under my weight but doesn’t push me off. I can feel his semi against my belly. It’s a major turn-on, and I can’t help but rut against it.
“Stay still,” Whit hisses.
I do it once more and then force myself to stop.
“Sorry. My dick is desperate for you, apparently. You should have never given me a handy, dude.”
He huffs underneath me. Probably in disbelief.