Chapter 6 Brad
Brad
I’ve never felt hotter than I do right now.
I moan, pressing my mouth against his. He’s hot too. But, it’s not bad, hot. It’s…cozy. Warm. Like the type of heat you get from a cozy fire during Christmas.
His body is so pressed against mine, it’s like we’re molded together.
His lips taste sweet as his hand pumps my dick, leisurely.
Man, it’s so warm in here. But, I don’t want him to stop.
The pressure is building, and it feels too good to stop now.
I want it so badly. I glance down at the length of him, resting warm and heavy against my thigh.
The sight of it makes my mouth water. I’ve never touched a dick before…
But, I want to touch his. I’ve never seen something more perfect.
“You want to touch me?” His voice is breathy and sounds so sweet in my ears. Like honey. When did he get so sweet and beautiful? His aura is so bright and shiny right now. It pours over me, surrounds me and swallows me whole.
“Yes,” I groan, his fist tightening around my dick.
“How badly?” His pace picks up, making my legs tremble and my toes curl. I won’t be able to last much longer when he handles me like that.
“I want to touch you so fucking bad, Noah,” I groan, tilting my hips into his fist.
“Touch me. Please,” he answers. The permission on his lips sets me free. I reach for his dick, letting it fill my fist and squeeze.
Hard.
“Ow!”
Suddenly, my eyes whip open. Everything comes into focus as I take in what’s around me.
I’m still in the hot tent, only now the colors are muted. More real. Panic floods me as I take in what I’m doing. Not only is my hand digging into Noah’s waist, but my face is buried in his fucking hair. And worst of all? My dick is pressed against his ass.
Mortified, I immediately remove my hand, and back up as much as I can. I need to remove myself as quickly as possible from this scenario. For all I know, I’ve been grinding against him in my sleep for God knows how long.
Thank goodness I chose to sleep in jeans last night; otherwise, that could have been even worse.
Noah shifts slightly, rolling onto his stomach as soon as I squeeze out of the sleeping bag. Quietly, I grab my duffel bag and make my way out of the tent.
Stepping out onto the warm grass, I’m amazed at how bright the outside is. We must’ve slept in since the sun is high in the sky.
Fresh air will do me some good. I take a big deep breath, squeezing my aching hard dick and willing it to go down. I can’t believe this. I was full on, having a sex dream…about my fiancée's son.
This isn’t okay. My mind turns and turns as I pace back and forth.
What if he woke up? What if he could tell what was going on? Fuck—what if I was moaning out loud?
I stop in my tracks and grab the waistline of my pants to take a peek inside. Yup, just as I thought. Pre-cum is streaked all over the inside of my boxers. This is a mess. I’m a mess.
“Hey,” That smooth voice of his cuts through my loud thoughts.
I turn quickly to see him standing there, scratching the back of his neck and squinting from the bright sun.
His dark hair is unruly, his cheeks are flushed.
“You’re up early.” He yawns, stretching his arms out.
His muscles are all on display. I can feel my dick thicken back up at the sight of it all. Dammit. I’m in so much fucking trouble.
My gaze drops down to the big bulge straining underneath the fabric of his pants. Unlike mine, I assume his hard-on is definitely just the result of morning wood. Completely normal and not at all as fucked up as mine.
“Hey.” I glance away, quickly. “Y—yeah. I was just… brushing my teeth.”
I reach for my bag beside the tent and rummage around for my toothbrush and toothpaste. “You sleep okay?” I ask, splashing water onto the bristles before bringing it to my mouth.
I turn away, hoping he won’t notice the slight tremor in my hand. But no matter how hard I try, my eyes keep drifting back to him.
I know I should fight it. But I can’t.
The dream felt too vivid. Too real. Like I already know what it feels like when he touches me.
And for some reason… it makes my whole body tingle in ways it shouldn’t. In ways it never has before.
Maybe I should just take us home.
Unfazed, Noah ducks back into the tent and reappears with his toothbrush in hand. He plucks my toothpaste from my bag. Then he takes the water bottle from my hand and adds a sprinkle to his toothbrush, like this is the most natural thing in the world.
“I was… until you squeezed the hell out of me,” he mumbles, brushing it off lightly. He glances down at his side, where I’d been holding onto him. “You might’ve left a bruise.”
He tugs the waistband of his pants down just enough to show more of his hip. Unfortunately, that also reveals the sharp cut of his V-line like a direct pathway right to his—
I quickly turn around, pinching my eyes shut. Heat crawls up my neck as I struggle to keep the thoughts at bay.
“Dammit,” I spit out my full mouth onto the grass. Everything he’s doing has been messing with my head. I wonder if this is what he wants. To get me all flustered.
“What?” He questions. Spitting out onto the ground. If I didn’t know any better, it actually kind of sounds like he’s honestly confused.
I clear my throat, looking over my shoulder. “I’m just…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.” I try to steady my voice as best as I can.
He shrugs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ah, it’s okay. I like it rough.”
My jaw drops as I turn to watch him slip back inside the tent. Does he not realize the things he says? How he acts? What it…does to people? Or, does it just affect me like this?
“I need a shower,” he groans, rummaging through his belongings.
“Yeah…uh, we can rinse off at the water, but if you want to use soap, we’ll have to go to the communal showers.”
Noah storms out of the tent in nothing but dark blue navy swim trunks and his nipple piercings all on display.
“I’m cool with that. Wouldn’t want to harm the animals.” He slips on shades over his eyes and pops in a smoke in his mouth.
I walk over and snatch the smoke from his lips. “Yeah, exactly.”
“Hey!” He reaches out for the cigarette, but I make quick work of holding it away from him and out of reach.
“This little guy could get stuck in a chipmunk's airway, poison aquatic life, or even start a wildfire. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” I ask, repeatedly moving it away from his reaching hand.
Finally, he breathes out deeply, admitting defeat and dropping his hand. “No, I wouldn’t.” He huffs, looking off into the distance.
A smile tugs at my lips. Who’d think he’d be such an animal lover?
“Guess I’ll have to find another way to relax out here.” He leaves me speechless yet again as he nudges his shoulder into mine before walking off.
I swallow deeply watching him head towards the trail, his ass reminding me where my dick was only a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, I guess so…” I murmur softly.
***
It doesn’t take us long to get up the trail and to the water. Noah is faster this time, almost like he’s…excited?
I can’t figure it out. Truthfully, I’m even surprised we’ve made it this long. I would’ve thought he’d be up and at the truck wanting to go back by now.
“It’s right here, isn’t it?” Noah says, tilting his head past a bundle of branches and trees.
I raise my eyebrows. “Woah, you’re good.”
“Yeah?! Am I right?” Noah’s mouth drops open, and excitement is all over his face.
I can’t help but laugh. “No, it’s like five minutes ahead.” I point past him.
He rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath, before he keeps going.
I take advantage of the moment, letting my gaze linger on him as he moves. My mind can’t seem to quiet down.
For some reason, being around Noah has stirred up thoughts inside of me that I’ve desperately tried to shove down my entire life. Buried. Or, so I thought.
This isn’t the first time I’ve questioned my sexuality. When I was younger, I made a promise to myself to tuck those thoughts inside like a little hidden box, I swore to never open. Yet, for some reason…here and now, with Noah…it’s like he’s torn that box right open without even trying.
It’s terrifying. And I’m not easily terrified.
Just get through this weekend.
“Right here!” Noah says, pushing some branches aside.
“You’re actually right this time.” I laugh, walking up to him.
I hesitate to move forward as Noah keeps the branches spread for me. He seems…different this morning.
Lighter. Happier. Honestly, it’s freaking me out a little.
I step forward to squeeze past him, but that gleeful look on his face makes me hesitate. What’s he up to?
Stopping in my tracks, I narrow my eyes. “You first.” I tilt my chin.
“Nah,” he grins, motioning me forward. “After you. Gentlemen first.”
I take a long breath. “What the hell is going on with you?”
Noah rolls his eyes and proceeds walking, dropping the branches behind him, which swiftly smack me in the face. “I’m just trying to be nice.”
This only makes me more confused. “Why?”
“I can’t be nice?” he asks, flicking off his shoes and socks at the edge of the water.
I come up behind him, doing the same. “Uh, not when you told me you wouldn’t be nice to any of your mother’s boyfriends.”
“One, we aren’t supposed to talk about ex-nay on mother-ay, and two, none of her boyfriends dry-humped me in their sleep before,” he smirks over his shoulder, walking into the water without another word.
I freeze. My heart hammers so loud I can feel it in my ears.
No, no, no.
Once the shock wears off, I follow him, plunging into the water and swimming over as fast as I can.
“Noah, I—”
“It’s not a big deal. Don’t freak out,” he laughs, flicking his hair back and out of his face.
I feel my stomach twist…for more reasons than one. “Well, it kind of is a big deal. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry—”
“What were you dreaming about?” He tilts his head. I can see a smile playing on his lips as he swims around me. How could he be so carefree right now?
“Nothing,” I say too quickly.
He squints at me as he slowly pushes himself closer to me. “Really? Because you said my name,” he says softly.
My body reacts before I can stop it, heat pooling low as the water does nothing to hide it. It’s like lust just drips off of everything he does and says.
I swallow thickly. “You were awake?”
His eyes flicker over my face, like he’s taking me in fully. It both makes me feel uneasy and sets my skin on fire.
“Only during the good parts,” he says, a sinful smile peeking at the corner of his mouth.
My eyes snag on the glint of silver peeking between his lips.
Even that is turning me on. “Maybe, if you tell me what it was…we can re-enact it.” Water droplets shine on his lips and it looks…
so damn refreshing. I can hardly pay attention to what he’s saying, I’m so mesmerized by them.
“What are you so scared of?” he asks quietly.
My eyes drift upwards, and I can see now that his eyes are locked on my lips too.
Instinctively, I give them a lick. Noah slowly treads even closer, closing the distance.
Soon, our chests are mere inches apart. God, he looks so good in the morning light.
Close up like this, with his green and golden eyes, his smooth skin, and glistening lips, he looks like art.
His hands slowly rise to my face, but suddenly, my hands catch his wrists before they can land.
“What? No. Noah—” I push away, creating distance between us. “I’m not fucking gay and—and I’m with your mother.” I shake my head.
Noah’s eyes narrow, and I can see the anger inside of him start to rise. “Are you kidding me?” Twisting his wrists out of my hands, he glides through the water away from me. “You don’t love her, and trust me when I say she doesn’t love you.”
My brows furrow as I follow him toward the shore. “You’re too young. You don’t understand yet—” Even though I feel like I’m saying that more for him than myself.
“Oh, I understand more than you think. I understand that she cheats on every single guy she’s been with. She cheated on my dad and she’ll cheat you.”
I blink, listening to him.
"She said…he left because he wasn't happy," I mutter under my breath.
Noah huffs out a laugh, tilting his head. "Is that what she told you?"
Anger bubbles inside of me. I don’t want to believe him…but the way he says it…the weight in his voice. He’s been holding onto this, and I fear he’s right.
He continues, “You’re not different. You’re not special to her. Hell, she’s probably screwing someone else right now—”
My hands fly before I can stop them, my foot sweeping out from under him.
Everything around us goes still as Noah disappears beneath the water. Shit. I can’t believe I just reacted like that. What is he doing to me?
Panic surges through me as he breaks the surface. He wipes a hand down his face, spitting out water.
“Noah, I’m sorry.” My voice shakes, our chests heaving in unison.
Shame twists in my gut, but it’s accompanied by some other feeling. I should be disgusted with myself—and I am. But there’s something else there too. Something low, hungry, and unfamiliar.
I brace myself, expecting him to push me back and I wouldn’t blame him if he did. I’d completely understand. But Noah’s face doesn’t show anger.
Instead, his eyes are low and hungry, flicking over me with the faintest smirk playing on his lips.
Water drips from the curve of his jaw, sliding down the muscles of his neck, catching the sunlight.
I can practically feel the ripple of tension radiating off him.
Like I just gave him exactly what he wanted.
And why the hell do I want to give him more?
“There he is…” a slow grin pulls at his lips. “I wondered when we were going to get to meet him.”
“Meet who?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.
“The real Brad.”
The words hit me straight to the chest. He’s been waiting for me to crack, and I did, so easily.
Speechless, I stare into his heavenly eyes.
Here’s a man I barely know, yet, I’ve never felt more seen. Every ugly, scared part I’ve been hiding feels exposed, yet he looks at me like he’s not afraid. Like I’m not someone playing pretend, hiding behind a life I never chose.
How dare he make me feel so unmasked? I should walk away. I should swim back to shore. Yet at this moment, I don’t know if I hate him or need him. All I know is I have to have him.
Before I can think any further, I clasp my hand around his neck, draw him in, and press my lips to the ones I’ve been dying for since we got here.