experiencing it are two different things. Wow . I can feel the excitement vibrating through him, and it’s fueling me. Looking into his brown eyes, I see flecks of gold from the heart I know he has.
“Yeah, anytime.” He’s looking at me like I’m some foreign object that’s landed in his lap.
“I’m okay.” Assuring him, I scoot out of his grasp and to my feet as he does the same and grabs my hand without a second thought, pulling us in the direction of the pond. Once we clear the wooden floor and make our way across the grass, finally, we reach the wood planks of the dock.
Sitting together on the dock, our silence is comforting. His arms around my body ground me.
“It’s so nice out here.” I keep my voice low for fear of breaking the moment.
“You know, Colt and I had to deal with a lot growing up. We’ve always found refuge in riding, so when we found this place … once we saw this , we knew it was the land we wanted.” I look at Parker and his gaze is following a few ducks as they paddle through the water.
“Do you guys plan to always live together?”
“If you would have asked me that question a few months ago, I’d have said yes. But, now … I assume one day one of us will build our own house out here. We’ll always stay close to each other. I doubt we could ever really live that far apart from one another. “
“What’s changed now?”
“He has Brealynn.” Of course, the hopeful little girl in me who used to believe in love wants to be that for him, but reality likes to interject. Sooner or later the fairy tale ends, so what’s the point in reading it?
“Have you guys always been close?” I’m trying to dig deeper; trying to figure out this man my body is obsessed with. That my heart is trying to thaw itself out for.
“As far back as I can remember.” He starts rubbing soft circles onto my forearm. “Our parents started fighting pretty bad when we were in middle school. Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and our mom would lock herself away in the bedroom. When that happened, Colt took over as the role model in my life. He’d make sure we ate three meals a day and showered for school, along with everything that goes along with running a household. Our mom couldn’t or wouldn’t. She suffered from depression.” He lets out a big sigh with the admission from his past. I relax further against him, the vibration of his voice flowing from his body through mine.
“One Christmas, our parents got us bikes. Dad was home from a business trip and they were fighting, yet again. He locked us outside and this wasn’t the first or the last time he’d do it. We got creative. Built jumps out of anything we could find and started riding. We had no idea it was actually a thing, a sport. Dad happened to look out the window to see Colt mid-air. He came stormin’ out of the house bitchin’ at us about safety. Like he fuckin’ cared. It didn’t stop us, though, and once Colt started researching new bikes, we came across BMX and our minds were blown. I mean, we were like eight and ten. We had no idea.” We pull away from each other, so I can make eye contact with him. I want him to know I’m invested in his story, and in him, it seems too. “Soon, Dad decided what we were doing wasn’t dangerous enough to keep us from making money or making him money. Long story short, TBX was born. Dad was home more then, and the fighting just increased. Nothing he did could make our mom happy.” What do I say to that— I’m sorry ? No. That’s too cliché.
So instead, I pull my shirt over my head as I stand. “You ever skinny dipped in this water before?” I want him back to the here and now, where I am. Not in the past - or the future where I can’t be found.
“I can’t say I have.” Head tilted up, his brown eyes rake in my braless chest and torso. His attention to every curve and dip of my body causes lust to lick up my stomach. When he stops at my cut-off blue jean shorts, the
“Yeah, anytime.” He’s looking at me like I’m some foreign object that’s landed in his lap.
“I’m okay.” Assuring him, I scoot out of his grasp and to my feet as he does the same and grabs my hand without a second thought, pulling us in the direction of the pond. Once we clear the wooden floor and make our way across the grass, finally, we reach the wood planks of the dock.
Sitting together on the dock, our silence is comforting. His arms around my body ground me.
“It’s so nice out here.” I keep my voice low for fear of breaking the moment.
“You know, Colt and I had to deal with a lot growing up. We’ve always found refuge in riding, so when we found this place … once we saw this , we knew it was the land we wanted.” I look at Parker and his gaze is following a few ducks as they paddle through the water.
“Do you guys plan to always live together?”
“If you would have asked me that question a few months ago, I’d have said yes. But, now … I assume one day one of us will build our own house out here. We’ll always stay close to each other. I doubt we could ever really live that far apart from one another. “
“What’s changed now?”
“He has Brealynn.” Of course, the hopeful little girl in me who used to believe in love wants to be that for him, but reality likes to interject. Sooner or later the fairy tale ends, so what’s the point in reading it?
“Have you guys always been close?” I’m trying to dig deeper; trying to figure out this man my body is obsessed with. That my heart is trying to thaw itself out for.
“As far back as I can remember.” He starts rubbing soft circles onto my forearm. “Our parents started fighting pretty bad when we were in middle school. Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and our mom would lock herself away in the bedroom. When that happened, Colt took over as the role model in my life. He’d make sure we ate three meals a day and showered for school, along with everything that goes along with running a household. Our mom couldn’t or wouldn’t. She suffered from depression.” He lets out a big sigh with the admission from his past. I relax further against him, the vibration of his voice flowing from his body through mine.
“One Christmas, our parents got us bikes. Dad was home from a business trip and they were fighting, yet again. He locked us outside and this wasn’t the first or the last time he’d do it. We got creative. Built jumps out of anything we could find and started riding. We had no idea it was actually a thing, a sport. Dad happened to look out the window to see Colt mid-air. He came stormin’ out of the house bitchin’ at us about safety. Like he fuckin’ cared. It didn’t stop us, though, and once Colt started researching new bikes, we came across BMX and our minds were blown. I mean, we were like eight and ten. We had no idea.” We pull away from each other, so I can make eye contact with him. I want him to know I’m invested in his story, and in him, it seems too. “Soon, Dad decided what we were doing wasn’t dangerous enough to keep us from making money or making him money. Long story short, TBX was born. Dad was home more then, and the fighting just increased. Nothing he did could make our mom happy.” What do I say to that— I’m sorry ? No. That’s too cliché.
So instead, I pull my shirt over my head as I stand. “You ever skinny dipped in this water before?” I want him back to the here and now, where I am. Not in the past - or the future where I can’t be found.
“I can’t say I have.” Head tilted up, his brown eyes rake in my braless chest and torso. His attention to every curve and dip of my body causes lust to lick up my stomach. When he stops at my cut-off blue jean shorts, the
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