“You okay?” August asks after what feels like hours. He turns down the music, and now my ass squeaking on the leather seats as I shift is entirely audible.
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know,” I say and then bounce one of my legs. I need to get out and run around for a minute. Or ten. Maybe I should just run my way to Utah.
“You need to move, huh?”
“Yeah. I do. What made you guess?”
He offers me a smile, and my chest swells a bit. He smiled for me. That’s never happened before, but I fucking like it. He has a nice smile. Very straight white teeth, no doubt a mouth that’s worth thousands.
“We can stop and get gas in a bit. Would that help? You can get out and stretch your legs.”
“Yeah, man. I can work with that.”
I pull out my phone and start scrolling on Reddit, hyper-focusing on stupid shit until my head shoots up and I see that we’re pulling off the freeway. Shit, it’s been an hour since I last looked. Where did the time go?
Welcome to my life, people. A whole day could pass, and I wouldn’t even notice.
When August puts the car in park at the pump, I’m out like a flash and jogging inside.
First, I need to jack off, and B, I need to take a lap or two around the grounds. And then maybe,maybe,I can get my shit together and act like a semi-normal human being for the rest of the trip.
Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he left me here and took off to the mountains all by himself.
God, I can just imagine him showing up at the cabin without me.
What happened to Emery?his mom would ask.
Oh, I tossed him out of the moving vehicle on US-6. He was talking too much.
Thomas would just nod understandingly, and everyone would go about their business.
Not sure they’d miss me that much. Now, August they’d miss. Hell, I’d miss him, and we don’t even really know each other. I just like looking at him. He’s so damn happy all the time. That smile of his radiates around a room and everyone around him can’t help but just lean into it. I’m not sure what people see when they look at me, but it sure as fuck isn’t that.
“Hey, man! Get out of the bathroom!” a loud voice says, accompanied by a heavy knock. I tuck my dick away and sigh. That was a very unsatisfactory jerk-off session. More like a non-existent one. The entire bathroom smells like shit. It’s so distracting that even my dick is repulsed, and let me tell you, that’s difficult to do because he has zero standards.
The entire time I pumped myself in my fist, I was plugging my nose. Even conjuring up images of August smiling at me couldn’t do the trick. Fuck that person and their smelly shit.
“Yeah, yeah,” I say, washing my hands quickly and then running outside. I jog around the building twice and when I’m done, I walk back to the SUV. I see August pumping gas. He’s leaning against the passenger side door with his ankles crossed, all casual and cool with his phone out.
He’s like a wet dream. My wet dream.
Those deep emerald eyes look up to meet mine and watch me as I move toward him. I stumble a little and then right myself as casually as I can. I can’t even meet his gaze, but I canfeelit and my dick rallies in my pants.
Internally, I groan.
Goddammit.
Too little, too late, asshole, I mentally scold my hard on.
“I can finish up here,” I say to August, gesturing toward the gas pump, because I need a long moment alone to collect myself before I’m back in that torture mobile.
August slides his phone into the back of his pants right over that tight ass of his, and I feel a little jealous. I’d like to slide back there all snug as a bug.
“Seriously, I’ve got this,” I mutter when I’m standing next to him. Our shoulders bump and I break out in a nervous sweat. He’s really fucking close, and I have goosebumps.
When he doesn’t move, I look up and our eyes meet. August lets out a deep exhale like he’s Atlas with the world on his shoulders.
Then those sexy, strong fingers gently grab onto my chin, and his lips descend.