Garrison
It’s spring break already, and I should be fast asleep in my bed.
I know this logically, but my boyfriend has probably been up since dawn, and damn it, I wanted the excuse to see him.
So I pull up to his family’s farm and hop out of my truck, holding two cups of coffee in my hand from the gas station as I approach the barn and look for Jameson.
I spot his dad first, who eyes the cups in my hands suspiciously before meeting my eyes. “Looking for Jameson?”
Adam is next to his dad, also eyeing me hard as I nod. “Yup. Thought maybe you all could use some help.”
“What are you doing here?” Jameson comes in the barn through the other door, his jeans caked in mud. He looks so fucking good, it takes everything in me to not throw him over my shoulder and steal him from this place. But I try my best to keep my cool.
“Thought you might need some help.”
Adam is clearly not pleased I’m here, but their dad seems indifferent. “Well, grab a shovel then.”
I grin and hand Jameson the coffee. His smile is slight, clearly keeping it tamped down for the benefit of his dad and brother, but I see it. We drink our coffees fast and then get to work, which is no fucking joke.
His dad clearly loves having his boys home from school and runs us ragged all day long. But I don’t mind. It’s so fucking weird and clingy as shit, but I’m just happy to be here near Jameson all day.
When the sun starts to go down, his mom makes supper, and I’m actually invited to stay for her delicious cooking. The woman was meant to have four growing boys because somehow, even after we all pig out, there’s some left over.
“All right, boys. One of you go make sure every gate is locked,” his dad says, and Jameson and Adam stand at the same time.
Jameson looks at his brother, though, and shakes his head before he looks over at me. “We’ll take care of it tonight.”
Adam’s gaze darkens, but their dad and mom are busy talking about something else with the younger boys.
Even though I can tell Adam wants to argue, he doesn’t.
Jameson and I head out to the barn alone for the first damn time all day, and as soon as we get inside, my body is pushed up against the wall, and his lips are on mine.
Fuck. Yes.
God, I love the feeling of his body pressed against mine. The smell of the barn, mixing with our sweat and dirt from the day, is somehow still insanely fucking hot with his mouth on mine. His hands roam under my t-shirt, and I groan, my dick growing hard.
“God, I want you.”
He’s panting against my mouth as he nods his head, his nose bumping against mine. “I want you too. I can’t believe you came here to work all day.”
“I wanted to see you,” I say honestly, and it’s like nothing else matters.
“I’m glad you did.” He kisses me again, his fingers in my hair, and I know we should stop. I know it, but I’m lost in him. The end of school is coming for us now. I expected him to start pulling away, but it’s been like he’s been desperate to get in more and more time with me.
Showing up at my place nearly every night, and it’s still not enough.
I want his days and his nights. I want to be here, even if it means shoveling pig shit all damn day. Muscles I didn’t even know I had are aching right now, and I don’t care because his tongue is exploring my mouth, and his body is pressed up against mine.
But when a throat clears loudly, we both jump apart, and I see the fear in his eyes as we look over at the same time. Thankfully, it’s Adam, who already knows about us, but he looks beyond pissed.
“Dad told me to come check on you and make sure you didn’t get lost.”
Jameson pushes a hand through his messy hair and nods, trying to get his rapid breathing under control. “I’m not lost.”
“You look pretty damn lost to me,” his brother says, and it’s clear he isn’t talking about us closing up the barn.
“I should go,” I say, gaining Jameson’s attention, his intense eyes on me.
And then he shocks the shit out of me by pulling me into a quick kiss, one that’s chaste but still a total fuck you to his brother. I kiss him back briefly and then pull away. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah. Leave your window unlocked,” he says boldly and loud enough for Adam to hear, and the guy is bristling with anger.
I don’t know if it’s two guys kissing or something else, but he’s pissed-off for sure. I don’t give a flying fuck if Jameson doesn’t.
Apparently, he’s pretty confident in Adam not saying anything to anyone if he’s kissing me in front of him on purpose.
But I know deep down that could have been bad. His dad could have come and checked on us himself or sent one of the younger ones out who may not have discretion.
Maybe I’d be okay with it coming out. I’m starting to feel that way more and more lately.
But I know Jameson isn’t, and I won’t do anything to hurt him. So we really need to be careful.