his heart beating fast and furious under his hand. A flutter in the rhythm and Calum smiled. He slid his hands up Jasper’s ribs until they wrapped around his neck to pull on the tie, his thumbs brushing Jasper’s soft lips.
“I feel like a horny teenager, except I never did this in my car when I was a teen,” Calum said. “Did you?”
“I didn’t have a car.”
“I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to do it like this with no space to move, nothing special about it.” Calum brushed Jasper’s hair out of his eyes.
“Then take me back and show me your etchings—oops, I mean your models.”
Calum swallowed hard. Take Jasper into his bed. Could he?
Calum drove the truck into its spot with the other vehicles at the back of the ranch and turned off the engine.
“You have to be absolutely silent when we walk down the corridor,” he said. “Once we’re in my bedroom, we should be okay as long as you don’t scream.” He gave Jasper a nervous smile. “One side of the room it’s the end of the building, closet the other and beyond that a guest room. My father and Vera are at the far end of the corridor.”
“Why do you call her Vera?”
Calum frowned. “When Dad brought her to meet me, she asked me to. Why?”
“I just wondered why you didn’t call her Mum.”
“I suppose I didn’t want to at first, and by the time I could have, we’d both gotten used to me not doing it.” Calum exited the vehicle and closed the door quietly.
As they walked back into the dark ranch, Calum thought about Jasper’s question. Vera was his mother in every way that counted. She might love Angie best but she loved him too. Christ, should I have been calling her Mom?
His heart hammered as he led Jasper into the private side of the ranch. He had no excuse for bringing Jasper in here. If his father happened to walk out… Calum swallowed hard.
When he had the light on and the door closed behind them, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Bloody hell,” Jasper whispered.
Calum turned to look at him. Jasper’s gaze flittered from one thing to the next. From Calum’s shelf of clay models, to the drawings pinned to his walls, his cluttered desk strewn with paper and pencils, his shelves of books, DVDs, CDs and his untidy bed. Anxiety chewed at his gut. What’s he thinking? Jasper walked over to the models and stared at them.
“I mean, Christ Almighty, they’re fantastic.” Jasper pointed to a reclining horse. “That cow is so realistic.”
Calum laughed and slapped a hand over his mouth. He was thrilled by Jasper’s response.
“I would really like to see them cast in bronze.” Jasper trailed a finger down the back of another horse and then moved to the desk.
Jasper picked up his sketch pad and flicked through it. Calum was too slow to stop him.
“Who’s this ugly mutt?” Jasper held up the pad next to his face and smiled at his image.
The best-looking guy I’ve ever seen.
“I’m so jealous that you can draw and carve…cows.”
Calum sniggered.
“You’re wasted here,” Jasper whispered. “You could make a fortune in London. Any gallery would snap these up.”
And just for a brief moment, Calum let himself imagine what his life might be like in a different world. And when he sensed Jasper was going to follow up on what he’d said, Calum pulled him into his arms and silenced him with a kiss. As Jasper wrapped his arms around him, Calum feathered his lips against Jasper’s, his tongue snaking along the seam. Jasper melted against him.
“Christ, you make me so hot,” Calum muttered into his mouth. “When did you realize you preferred guys?”
“The day my Latin teacher fucked me, and I liked it. He’d come to my house to give me lessons in the school holidays. My parents had gone out. After the renewed interest I showed in a dead language, and many private lessons later, my parents were disappointed I barely scraped a pass in my exam.” Jasper smiled.
“How old were
“I feel like a horny teenager, except I never did this in my car when I was a teen,” Calum said. “Did you?”
“I didn’t have a car.”
“I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to do it like this with no space to move, nothing special about it.” Calum brushed Jasper’s hair out of his eyes.
“Then take me back and show me your etchings—oops, I mean your models.”
Calum swallowed hard. Take Jasper into his bed. Could he?
Calum drove the truck into its spot with the other vehicles at the back of the ranch and turned off the engine.
“You have to be absolutely silent when we walk down the corridor,” he said. “Once we’re in my bedroom, we should be okay as long as you don’t scream.” He gave Jasper a nervous smile. “One side of the room it’s the end of the building, closet the other and beyond that a guest room. My father and Vera are at the far end of the corridor.”
“Why do you call her Vera?”
Calum frowned. “When Dad brought her to meet me, she asked me to. Why?”
“I just wondered why you didn’t call her Mum.”
“I suppose I didn’t want to at first, and by the time I could have, we’d both gotten used to me not doing it.” Calum exited the vehicle and closed the door quietly.
As they walked back into the dark ranch, Calum thought about Jasper’s question. Vera was his mother in every way that counted. She might love Angie best but she loved him too. Christ, should I have been calling her Mom?
His heart hammered as he led Jasper into the private side of the ranch. He had no excuse for bringing Jasper in here. If his father happened to walk out… Calum swallowed hard.
When he had the light on and the door closed behind them, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Bloody hell,” Jasper whispered.
Calum turned to look at him. Jasper’s gaze flittered from one thing to the next. From Calum’s shelf of clay models, to the drawings pinned to his walls, his cluttered desk strewn with paper and pencils, his shelves of books, DVDs, CDs and his untidy bed. Anxiety chewed at his gut. What’s he thinking? Jasper walked over to the models and stared at them.
“I mean, Christ Almighty, they’re fantastic.” Jasper pointed to a reclining horse. “That cow is so realistic.”
Calum laughed and slapped a hand over his mouth. He was thrilled by Jasper’s response.
“I would really like to see them cast in bronze.” Jasper trailed a finger down the back of another horse and then moved to the desk.
Jasper picked up his sketch pad and flicked through it. Calum was too slow to stop him.
“Who’s this ugly mutt?” Jasper held up the pad next to his face and smiled at his image.
The best-looking guy I’ve ever seen.
“I’m so jealous that you can draw and carve…cows.”
Calum sniggered.
“You’re wasted here,” Jasper whispered. “You could make a fortune in London. Any gallery would snap these up.”
And just for a brief moment, Calum let himself imagine what his life might be like in a different world. And when he sensed Jasper was going to follow up on what he’d said, Calum pulled him into his arms and silenced him with a kiss. As Jasper wrapped his arms around him, Calum feathered his lips against Jasper’s, his tongue snaking along the seam. Jasper melted against him.
“Christ, you make me so hot,” Calum muttered into his mouth. “When did you realize you preferred guys?”
“The day my Latin teacher fucked me, and I liked it. He’d come to my house to give me lessons in the school holidays. My parents had gone out. After the renewed interest I showed in a dead language, and many private lessons later, my parents were disappointed I barely scraped a pass in my exam.” Jasper smiled.
“How old were
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