Chapter 38
Dex
Korren cuddled with me again last night.
I shouldn’t have fucked him. I should’ve stopped him since he was drunk and I was taking advantage of him.
But when he begged for it, I couldn’t fucking resist.
Now I’m not sure if I’ve ruined things between us or repaired them.
Even without looking at the time, I know my alarm is about to go off, and it’s a damn shame. Korren is sleeping with his back to my chest, my arms tight around him, and I’ve got a hard-on that’s pressed against his ass. Which is still bare. Neither of us put any clothes on last night.
Whether Korren hates me for it or not, last night proved to me that there’s no way I’m straight. I didn’t hold back this time, and it was so fucking good that I can’t believe I didn’t figure this out about myself sooner.
I want to tell him. I can’t keep playing this game, pretending it doesn’t mean anything, when it’s started to mean everything to me.
But I don’t want to scare him off.
I need to find the right time. Not as soon as he wakes up, hungover and probably angry about what happened.
Then I wonder why Korren was drinking alone. Was it because of what happened that morning? Or was he planning this dare from the start and trying to prepare himself for it?
I doubt that.
I wish he would trust me enough to tell me what he’s struggling with. He doesn’t even need to talk to me, just to someone he trusts. I can tell he hasn’t. Whatever it is, he’s kept it to himself, and it’s eating away at him.
Before I can decide on the right time to bring any of this up with Korren, my alarm starts beeping.
Korren comes awake with a jolt, and I untangle one of my arms from his waist to turn off the alarm.
I can tell from his breathing that the alarm has set him on edge, so I risk sliding an arm around him once more and pressing my palm against his chest, where I can feel his heart beating too fast.
He doesn’t try to escape my arms. Instead he burrows deeper into my embrace, one leg sliding between mine, his ass grinding against my straining cock. We stay this way as long as we can get away with, not talking, savoring the warmth of the bed.
When we’re about to be late to work, Korren finally drags himself out of bed and fumbles around for his clothes. He’s hard too, which makes me want him even more.
“Fuck, my head hurts,” he mumbles.
“What’d you drink so much for?” I tease.
I regret it at once, because Korren’s expression closes over and I’m terrified that he’ll shut me out before I have a chance to tell him how I feel.
We walk to work in silence, making new tracks in the unseasonable snow that fell last night, and it’s a small comfort when Korren holds my hand without protest.
We’ve barely started our first round of push-ups when Uncle Rhodes gets a call that has him stalk off out of earshot. Even though I can’t hear what he’s talking about, his expression makes it clear this is serious.
One by one, we abandon our push-ups and get to our feet, waiting for the news.
When Uncle Rhodes returns, he’s moving with brisk urgency.
“A big fire’s just broken out near Fairbanks,” he says tersely. “It’s an aggressive one. They’ve called on every team in the state, and a few from the lower 48 as well. You have one hour to pack, and then the helicopter will pick us up.”
We all stand there for a moment in stunned silence.
“Go!” Uncle Rhodes roars.