Chapter 11 DUSTY
Chapter eleven
DUSTY
If I didn’t have this meeting, I would be wrapped around Joe right now, soaking in his warmth and filling my senses with him.
I wasn’t sure if telling him that I was thinking about dating him was a good or bad idea.
The thought certainly made my heart beat harder, and my cock thicken.
Joe was the whole package, and anybody who spent time with him could see that.
Only Jacob had made me think about husbands and picket fences.
We had lain in the fields behind my house, holding hands and talking about what it would be like to have a small ranch, where we could have a few horses.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, but Jacob wanted to be a cowboy, which was okay with me, and I’d figure out what to do from there.
His parents took that from us because they were convinced that being gay was something he chose.
After he left, I believed he would come back for me, but when we moved, I knew he was lost. If I invited Joe into my life, I would have to tell him that there was a small part of me that still belonged to my first love.
Joe hadn’t said much, but he could’ve changed his mind and wouldn’t want me for anything more than to help him learn about all the wonderful ways you could have an orgasm. I pushed those thoughts away and picked up my phone.
DUSTY
Had a great time last night.
After our talk, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him more. My family was nice enough, we weren’t really close, and after high school, I felt lost and alone. My life now gave me a family that understood me, but without realizing it, a different kind of loneliness crept in.
JOE
Me too. I always like being with you
Shit. My heart did a little flip-flop. I wanted to go back over to that cottage and enjoy his body, but it wasn’t only that. I wanted to hang out with him. We liked eating popcorn and watching RomComs, or we would play Mario Kart for hours.
When I finally sat down at the conference table, Arthur walked in and smiled at me.
“How are you doing?”
My face flushed, and I felt woozy. The fantasies I had about his brother came to the forefront. I felt dirty.
“I’m good.” I knew my voice sounded unnatural, but he didn’t say anything.
“Everything all set for Joe to come?”
“What? Where? I didn’t do anything.”
Arthur narrowed his eyes at me. “I thought he was going to be at some of DRACO’s concerts.”
“Oh. Right, right. Yeah, contract signed. We will be sharing a room. Together. Two beds. Only friends.” With benefits fired off in my head.
Thinking the words made my cock thicken. I am in real trouble here, and when I dared to look up at Arthur, he was clearly confused.
“Everything okay, Dusty?” Mont walked into the room.
“Coffee.” I stepped out of the room. While I stood next to the coffee maker, I shook my arms and legs, then jumped up and down a little. I needed to get my shit together. And of course, I couldn’t leave it alone, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
DUSTY
Want to get together tonight?
I slipped my phone back in my pocket and headed back.
A few minutes later, I felt a vibration in my pocket and hoped it was Joe, saying he wanted to see me.
My mind wandered to Joe and how much I liked him.
Then I thought about all the things I wanted to do to his body.
Mont startled me out of my thoughts, and I wasn’t sure how long we had been talking.
“Is there anything else pending, Dusty?” I looked up, unsure what I had missed.
“Nope, I think that covers everything. I’ll send out an email if something was forgotten.” I sprinted out of the conference room and slipped into my office.
On my screen were the words I wanted to see.
JOE
Yes.
Come on over, we’ll watch that movie with Connie Britton. I know how you like her.
Order pizza?
DUSTY
Perfect. I’ll bring dessert. See you around 6:00 p.m.
JOE
See you then.
I’ve been friends with Joe for almost two years now, we’ve fooled around for a while, but suddenly I had all these new feelings that I didn’t know how to handle—I needed to get a grip.
The other problem was when he said he had flirted with the cowboy; there was something that squeezed my heart, but in a way that turned me on and made me possessive.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I did know it started with spending more time with the hot photographer.