Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Colby kept going toward the back, around a stack of hay bales, into a corner he’d purposefully made for them earlier. They were out of sight from the door and afforded some privacy behind all the farm equipment and hay.
“You got something on your mind, sexy?” Vince asked, meeting Colby in the little alcove and playfully crossing his arms. “You don’t stop sneaking me away like this, and I’m gonna start thinking you like me.”
A fluttery feeling ignited in Colby’s chest. The good kind. The one where he couldn’t keep the smile off his face and the happiness from his heart.
He hooked his fingers in Vince’s belt loops and pulled him closer. “I do like you.” It felt like more every day, the questions in his mind getting softer and softer…and another voice, one that said a four-letter word Colby had never thought he’d feel, tried to squeeze its way in. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t feel it, could he? It wasn’t that long ago that he wasn’t even sure he was capable of it…
But Vince had changed that.
“I like you too. We reliving high school here? You bring me under the bleachers to make out with me? Because I’m telling you right now, I’m easy. There’s not much you couldn’t get me to do.”
Damned if Colby didn’t believe him, if he didn’t know that there wasn’t much Vince couldn’t get him to do either, and they weren’t only talking about sex. But that was a lot of power to have over someone. Colby had hurt too many people in the past, and the thought of Vince being one of them was like cutting out his own heart.
So instead, he started to work Vince’s jeans open. Both he and Vince were sweaty and dirty, but he didn’t think either of them cared much.
Vince went to work on Colby’s jeans too, until they were standing in the corner of his parents’ barn, with their pants at their knees.
Just as Vince wrapped a hand around Colby’s aching shaft, Colby said, “Oh, wait,” then bent and grabbed a packet of lube from his pants.
Vince cocked a brow. “You’re really getting into this sex-around-your-parents’-farm thing.”
“I can’t help it. It’s just you. I want you all the time.”
He saw a small shift in Vince’s gaze, his brown eyes soft, but with a little fear, no doubt because of his former heartbreak.
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Everything feels different with you.” He wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say, but Vince grinned, closed the distance between them, and took Colby’s mouth.
They had to be quick, which was exciting, but the moment almost felt too heavy for quickness. So he tried to tell Vince that with his kiss, with each sweep of his tongue.
Thank you.
I care about you.
I don’t want to lose you.
Colby had his back against the wall while they devoured each other’s mouths. He opened the lube, squirted some in his hand, then wrapped it around their shafts. Vince thrust against him, fucking into Colby’s grip, his hot, hard cock against Colby’s. He smelled the tinge of their hard day of work on his skin, tasted mint as if Vince had chewed gum recently. He wished he could get on his knees and take Vince’s dick into his mouth. Funny how he’d never sucked a cock until Vince’s, yet he loved the weight of it on his tongue. Loved bringing Vince pleasure any way he could.
Colby continued to jerk them off together while giving Vince free rein of his mouth. Vince, who made him feel like more than just the Colby Covington everyone saw when they looked at him. With Vince he could brew beer, pave his own way, and maybe fall in love.
Vince’s lips eased away from his, their foreheads now touching while he rutted against Colby. Vince pulled his shirt up, tucking it beneath his chin. “Come for me, baby. Shoot your load all over us so I smell like you all day.”
“Oh fuck.” Colby’s head dropped back, hitting the wall behind them. His body flushed with heat, balls drawing up as he released spurt after spurt all over their hands, then angled his cock toward Vince’s stomach to finish emptying his nuts on Vince’s abs. Vince, this man who had come to mean so damn much to him.
I think I love you.
What if I’m not good at it?
What if I’m not good enough for you?
Vince thrust against them again, both of them looking down, Colby letting go of his own dick to jack Vince off until his cum joined Colby’s.
“Oh yeah,” Vince said. “You definitely have a huge crush on me, don’t you?”
“The biggest.”
Vince turned serious a moment, dropping their foreheads together again. “I don’t want to be scared of getting hurt by you.”
“Maybe like everything else, we just do it together. We can be scared together, Vince.”