Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He was laughing behind me.
A moment later I felt his warm, heavy arms drape around my shoulders, pulling me back down onto the blanket.
He pinned me there. One arm was still around my shoulders behind me, and the other was across my chest as he looked at me.
He relaxed again, but he didn’t take away his arms.
Almost like he was hugging me.
My whole body tingled and flooded with warmth. My cock instantly took Finn’s touch as yet another invitation to get hard again.
“Here. Sit on up again,” he said, getting up and sitting with his legs crossed behind me.
“As long as you don’t insult my smoothies.”
As I sat up, I was solely concentrated on trying to hide the tent in my pants.
Luckily, Finn was behind me.
He shifted, running his palms along my upper shoulders. He let his fingers push in, just a little, the hint of a massage.
“Christ, Ori, you’re tenser than a lot of my athlete clients,” he murmured.
I groaned as he deepened his touch. “Holy fuck, that feels good. Like you’re breaking down years of fucked-up pain in my—God that’s good—”
“You needed this,” he said, lightening up on one area near my shoulder blade. “That’s a bad spot.”
I pulled in a slow breath, relaxing again as his fingers kneaded a steady pattern against my neck. “Forgot how gifted you are with this shit.”
“I’m just well-trained.”
I hummed. “I think you have the natural touch, too.”
He spent the next five minutes or so working deep, slow strokes onto my upper back, unlocking muscle groups I’d forgotten about entirely. His hands moved forward to the front of my shoulders, and I felt the weight of his arm across the front of my chest.
It was an innocent, neutral touch.
But it also made me feel cared for, in a way I hadn’t accessed in a long time. Who else had ever touched me like this?
I was harder than a rock now.
When Finn leaned forward over my shoulders, I knew I was so, so fucked.
I tried to position myself on the blanket so that he wouldn’t see.
But Finn was pretty observant. The light of the fire and the moon weren’t that dim.
“Ori, are you hard?” he said, the first moment he glanced down.
Fuck, fuck, double fuck.
6
FINN
Well, well, well. Cowboys ain’t so bad after all, are they, Ori?
A slow satisfaction spread over my entire body when I looked down and saw that Ori had the fucking Eiffel Tower in his pants.
God fucking damn, I had him. Right here.
For years, it had felt like Ori was trying to slip out of my grasp—like it was hard to maintain our friendship, and our closeness. Intimacy, for lack of a better word.
I felt like I didn’t have any effect on him at all sometimes.
But there it was, right there and totally obvious: I’d had at least some effect on him, and he probably liked something I’d done.
I didn’t care if I was straight or not. I fucking liked that I could do that to him.
I could tell Ori was turning beet red, too, even in the low light.
That was almost as satisfying as his cock being hard.
“It’s just a random physical reaction,” he told me. “I know your brain is already in the process of getting a gigantic fucking ego about this, so you can go ahead and nip that one in the bud.”
He squirmed in my arms, and I only held him tighter. “You’re hard,” I repeated, relishing every moment of this. “Do you need to come, Ori? Am I making you need to come?”
“Fuck. You.”
I hummed, relenting for a moment. “Do you want me to stop touching you?”
“Finn, I don’t care. The hard-on is nothing. You don’t have to stop touching me, if it’s helping you.”
“Helping me what?”
He gave me a look. “I don’t know. Sure seems like it’s distracting you from your nightmare.”
“Quit fucking around and just give me a real answer,” I said. “I’ll stop.”
He flipped around in my arms, giving me a defiant look. “I just don’t want you to be freaked out by my random hard-on and think it’s going to make everything weird between us.”
I lifted my eyebrow. “Like everything isn’t already weird between us?”
The air between us was like a live wire.
It always got like that when I addressed the giant elephant that had been in the room all week—for years, really.
But now it was out there in the open. Kind of similar to how it felt when I had him pinned up against the wall in the saloon.
“Fine,” he said. “So things are weird between us.”
“I like that I made you hard, Ori,” I said, squeezing my arms a little around him. “You know I’m not weirded out stuff like that.”
“So what?”
“So?” I pressed. “Sometimes I just feel like you don’t give two fucks about anything I do.”
He groaned, arching his back. I liked the way his body felt in between my arms. A bit smaller than mine, in a good way.