As it slowed, I freed his spent dick and panted, hanging my head, my fist still wrapped around his root. Holy fuck, best orgasm ever. What the hell had he done to me? He brought something feral out of me. I licked my cum off my hand andswiped it from my cock, cleaning myself as best I could before tucking myself into my underwear and shorts.
After pulling his shorts over his dick, he slid down the tree trunk and sat cross-legged next to me, his fingers tugging at his bangs. “Malik, what are we going to do?” His pained gaze reached mine.
I plopped onto my ass, mirroring him. “What can we do? We live together. It’s not like we can stop.” I grabbed the hand in his hair and kissed the back of it. “I can’t stop, and I don’t think you can either.”
He sank his teeth into his lower lip, his brows tensing, and then said, “Friends with benefits? Secret benefits?”
I gaped as my stomach lurched. Could I do this? “If that’s what you want.” It was Grey. I’d do anything for him, anything.
His face relaxed, and he freed a long breath. “Yes, it’s what I want.” He pushed his lips together. “I’ll have to keep talking to Ella, you know, to keep my father happy.”
My brows flew up as my heart about stopped. “But no more hookups with Carrie. Not while we’re doing this.” How the hell would this end? I wouldn’t think about it. No one knew the future.
“And no more gay bar hookups for you.” He clenched his jaw. “I hated knowing you did that. It fucking hurt.”
“Did you think I felt any better about your last date with Carrie?” I squeezed his hand as pain wrapped around my heart. “My head was a mess that day.” He had to understand it should go both ways.
“I…I only hooked up with her that one time, when you were with Riley.” Dipping his head, he shook it. “Being with her was torture, when all I could think about was you.” He huffed a sad laugh. “I’ve been avoiding her ever since. I’ve been telling her I’m too busy to see her or too tired.”
“How about you end that situation?” I brushed my thumb over the back of his hand. I didn’t need to wonder whether he was texting Carrie or Ella. At least Ella was far away in New York.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll ghost her.” He shrugged. “It’s not like she can reach me while we’re at camp.”
I nodded. “Okay.” Wrapping a hand around his nape, I pulled him close and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips. “Can we go back to normal now?” I’d missed his affection like nothing else. I needed it.
“Yeah, we can. Just make sure it doesn’t cross the line in front of others.” He hooked an arm around my neck and hugged me.
“Shit, Grey. We always crossed the line in front of people.” I released a soft chuckle. Even Tex had seen something between us.
With a sly grin, he said, “You know what I mean. No, uh, touching my dick.”
“I'd never done that before last week.” With a mock scoff, I dropped his hand and stood, wiping the dirt from my ass. “So, I can touch every part of you in public, but not your dick?” I’d fix him.
“Stop it. Just act like we used to.” He rose and swiped at his ass.
He’d missed a patch of dirt on his shorts. I pressed my palm to his ass and knocked it off, then grabbed his ass cheek and shook it. “You have a great ass too.”
Dipping his teeth into his lower lip, he snatched my wrist and pulled my hand away. “You’re making me hard again.”
As my gaze raked over his body, it stopped on his half-mast cock, bulging in his shorts. Holy hell, how were we supposed to keep this from getting out? Now whenever we touched, it could spark sex. “You want to go again?” My dick heated and plumped.
With a deep breath, his voice grew gravelly, and he said, “We have our team meeting, remember? We don’t have time.”
“Okay, after?” I lifted the edge of my lips. Surely, we could run off into the woods after dinner.
“Maybe. Let’s see how things go.” He stepped toward the trail, and I followed.
“Can I tell Tex about our arrangement? It’s not like he won’t know something’s up. He lives with us.” And I’d be damned if I wasn’t sneaking into Grey’s room at night when we went home.
“Yeah, why not. He’ll understand, right? And he can keep a secret?” He strolled next to me on the path declining toward camp.
“Yes, he’s very trustworthy. He won’t talk, even if someone asks.” Grasping his hand, I led him over some rocks and under the tree cover, the sky filling with clouds. “Hey, looks like we might get a storm soon.”
Thunder rumbled off in the distance.
“I think you’re right.” He strode behind me, letting me lead the way to camp.
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