palm was fuzzy, softer than he’d expected. “You don’t even have a proper hat.”
Eric leaned into Bridge’s gentle massage and sighed. “I’ll get one. Tomorrow.”
“You barely know how to ride a horse.”
“Ah, but I know how to ride you.” Eric’s accent had thickened, his voice lower.
Bridge stared down at Eric, who looked up through a fan of dark eyelashes. Simple words, but the images they conjured in his mind had his synapses snapping like popcorn. Danger, danger, Will Robinson. “Yes. God, yes.”
Eric graced him with a sly, seductive smile. “We’ll get there. We have lots of options to explore.”
“Then let’s get exploring!” There was that childhood Christmas-morning feeling again, when Bridge had been so excited, he couldn’t decide where to start, so he just dove in headfirst.
Which is what he tried to do with Eric’s clothing now. Trembling, he pushed Eric’s jacket out of the way and began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand while tugging at his belt buckle with the other. He needed more hands. Eric laughed, the sound like music to his ears.
“Easy there, Quick Draw.” Eric placed his hands over Bridge’s to slow him down. “First, I’m going to give you the best blowjob of your life.”
Bridge stopped. So did his breath. And maybe his heart, too. Then a deep, chest-rumbling groan rattled up his throat. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, yes.”
Eric guided Bridge’s hands to his sides and then let go and spun them around so Bridge’s back was to the door. “Stay,” he said, smirking when Bridge scowled at him, and turned to walk the few feet to the end of the sitting area.
“Really?” Bridge put his hands on his hips but had to drop them when his elbow banged into the tiny fridge. He rubbed at it absently. “You’re going to fire me up like that and then walk away?”
Eric only slanted a crooked smile over his shoulder, leaning down to release a latch under the little table. He lowered it until it was level with the bench, pulled the cushions down and placed them on top of the table, and then yanked the sheets off the bed up top and haphazardly spread them out over the cushions.
He turned back to Bridge with that big dimpled grin in place and spread his arm over the table-bed in invitation. “This might be a little more comfortable than standing in that narrow entryway, don’t you think?”
Bridge barely took two full strides before he was once again plastered against Eric’s lithe body, his momentum tipping Eric over and sending them both crashing onto the makeshift bed in a tangle of legs and arms. It creaked a loud complaint, and Bridge braced himself for the give, but it held their weight. The bed was just wide enough for the two of them, if they didn’t mind spooning, but it was too short for him to stretch out to his full height. His feet dangled off the side, and he chuckled. “This Tonka truck of yours is too small. We’re definitely going to need a bigger bed.”
Something dark passed through Eric’s eyes too fast for Bridge to decipher, but he forgot all about trying to figure it out when Eric pushed at his shoulders, rolling him over and straddling his hips in one swift move. The shock of being so easily manhandled charged him in a way he’d never thought possible, quickening his pulse, stealing his breath, and making a newfound need for more roar in his head. That was . . . unexpected, exciting, enticing. Then Eric’s weight settled on him, butt nestling against Bridge’s rapidly swelling cock, and another wave of need tore through him. Eric rocked a little and then leaned forward, dropping to support himself on arms that bracketed Bridge’s head, and instead of the kiss he’d expected, Eric ran his tongue along the groove of Bridge’s chin.
“I’ve wanted to do that longer than I care to admit,” Eric said, and then followed the confession with a kiss before Bridge could speak. But who really cared about words just then, because when Eric
Eric leaned into Bridge’s gentle massage and sighed. “I’ll get one. Tomorrow.”
“You barely know how to ride a horse.”
“Ah, but I know how to ride you.” Eric’s accent had thickened, his voice lower.
Bridge stared down at Eric, who looked up through a fan of dark eyelashes. Simple words, but the images they conjured in his mind had his synapses snapping like popcorn. Danger, danger, Will Robinson. “Yes. God, yes.”
Eric graced him with a sly, seductive smile. “We’ll get there. We have lots of options to explore.”
“Then let’s get exploring!” There was that childhood Christmas-morning feeling again, when Bridge had been so excited, he couldn’t decide where to start, so he just dove in headfirst.
Which is what he tried to do with Eric’s clothing now. Trembling, he pushed Eric’s jacket out of the way and began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand while tugging at his belt buckle with the other. He needed more hands. Eric laughed, the sound like music to his ears.
“Easy there, Quick Draw.” Eric placed his hands over Bridge’s to slow him down. “First, I’m going to give you the best blowjob of your life.”
Bridge stopped. So did his breath. And maybe his heart, too. Then a deep, chest-rumbling groan rattled up his throat. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, yes.”
Eric guided Bridge’s hands to his sides and then let go and spun them around so Bridge’s back was to the door. “Stay,” he said, smirking when Bridge scowled at him, and turned to walk the few feet to the end of the sitting area.
“Really?” Bridge put his hands on his hips but had to drop them when his elbow banged into the tiny fridge. He rubbed at it absently. “You’re going to fire me up like that and then walk away?”
Eric only slanted a crooked smile over his shoulder, leaning down to release a latch under the little table. He lowered it until it was level with the bench, pulled the cushions down and placed them on top of the table, and then yanked the sheets off the bed up top and haphazardly spread them out over the cushions.
He turned back to Bridge with that big dimpled grin in place and spread his arm over the table-bed in invitation. “This might be a little more comfortable than standing in that narrow entryway, don’t you think?”
Bridge barely took two full strides before he was once again plastered against Eric’s lithe body, his momentum tipping Eric over and sending them both crashing onto the makeshift bed in a tangle of legs and arms. It creaked a loud complaint, and Bridge braced himself for the give, but it held their weight. The bed was just wide enough for the two of them, if they didn’t mind spooning, but it was too short for him to stretch out to his full height. His feet dangled off the side, and he chuckled. “This Tonka truck of yours is too small. We’re definitely going to need a bigger bed.”
Something dark passed through Eric’s eyes too fast for Bridge to decipher, but he forgot all about trying to figure it out when Eric pushed at his shoulders, rolling him over and straddling his hips in one swift move. The shock of being so easily manhandled charged him in a way he’d never thought possible, quickening his pulse, stealing his breath, and making a newfound need for more roar in his head. That was . . . unexpected, exciting, enticing. Then Eric’s weight settled on him, butt nestling against Bridge’s rapidly swelling cock, and another wave of need tore through him. Eric rocked a little and then leaned forward, dropping to support himself on arms that bracketed Bridge’s head, and instead of the kiss he’d expected, Eric ran his tongue along the groove of Bridge’s chin.
“I’ve wanted to do that longer than I care to admit,” Eric said, and then followed the confession with a kiss before Bridge could speak. But who really cared about words just then, because when Eric
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