Page 24 of Playing Cowboy
He nods.“Right there.He said he’d been driving by the site all day, waiting for everyone else to leave, and was about ready to blast any second.”
“Stalk much?”I gush.
“Maybe, but at the time, I was flattered.This was Caleb Channing we were talking about.My first man crush.Everyone’sfirst man crush.And he’d waited all day for me to jerk him off.”
I frown, red flags waving in front of my widened eyeballs.“I mean...”
“I know, Chet.”Grady sighs, as if he were seeing them too.“I know how toxic this story is, trust me.But again?At the time?I just ...gave up at that point.I nodded, and he dropped right there in the half-finished living room.I was still fully dressed.He was hard as a rock.Hadn’t worn any drawers, just ...unzipped, tugged his jeans down halfway and out popped his big, fat chub.”
“Wowza.”
“Yeah, right?I mean, it wasn’t big, but it was my first ever real live guy right there in my hand, and boy was it pretty to me at the time.And smooth.So smooth.And hard.Curved upward, like a banana.He was already leaking, didn’t take much to have him wet and trembling with just a few light strokes, and I liked that, you know?Big strong guy, captain of industry, MVP, and he was panting, begging for it, calling me ‘baby’ and telling me how good it was and, well, I guess neither of us heard Parker’s truck pull up outside.”
I literally sit back in my seat, clapping both hands together in surprise.“No!”
“Yes,” he dishes, rolling his eyes as if we’re live texting about the latest episode ofActual Housewives of Madison County.“He stormed in expecting me to be alone and caught us in the act.Caleb jerked back to life, as if realizing what we were doing.Called me all kinds of names, said I’d lured him there for a job, all kinds of hateful bullshit.I was too stunned to deny it, watching him yank up his drawers and try to shove past Parker.But Parker’s Parker, right?”
“The big guy?”I ask.“Cowboy hat.Boots.Jaw you could strike a match on?From your office this morning?”
“That’s the one.He followed Caleb out to the drive.Called his lying ass out right then and there.Told him if he ever breathed word of this shit, word one, he’d flatten him right there on the football field at his very next game.He’d left the door open, maybe on purpose?Either way, I heard it all, standing there shaking, crying like some big, fat baby, and then I heard Caleb stammer out a scared as shit ‘Yes, sir’ and peel off in the stupid convertible that his daddy bought for him the year they won state.”
“And after that?”
“Parker came in and sat me down.Got me a glass of water.Said he’d always suspected and didn’t care what I did in my personal life, but to never, ever, even think about doing that in one of our properties again.I agreed, and then he stood up and walked out the door.Or started to, anyway.Before he left, he turned, winked to tell me everything would be all right, and told me to never give something away without getting something in return.Then he just walked out the door, burned rubber in his truck, and we never talked about it again.”
“Damn, Grady.That’s ...wild.”
“Buck wild,” he teases as we collapse into nervous giggles as if it had just happened.
“But ...your promise?”I remind him.
“Which one?”
“To never do anything in one of your properties again.Isn’t this ...one of your properties?”
“Back then,” he reasons.“When I made that promise?It wasDad’sproperty.Well, he and my stepmother’s.After he passed a few years back, he left me controlling shares in the company.So I guess you might say, this here ismyproperty.”
I gulp and nod, finding myself hard as a rail after Grady’s sexy little story.“You mean the cabin is your property?”I ask breathlessly, shooting my shot at long last.“Or ...I am?”
He beams in the day’s last light, taking me in and spying my throbbing erection beneath my wispy linen slacks.Hell, I’m so hard right now, they can probably see my stiffy from the Hollywood sign back home!
“Would you like that, Chet?”he croaks, standing slowly until he’s towering above me in those brand new boots and faded blue jeans.And suddenly?I’m not the only one hard in my pants.
“Would you like to be ...mine?”
