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Connor responded with another nod and brought his hands up to cradle my face. We gave each other another light kiss, and then he said, “I can accept that. It would be great to see you at Christmas, though, and I’m sure my family would enjoy meeting you. And with Spencer there, you’d already know someone who’s fun to be around.”

I smiled as we held hands. “I gotta go,” I said softly. “I promise to stay in touch, if not by phone call, then by text.” Connor took our hands, brought them to his lips, and kissed my knuckles on both hands. He stepped back and finally let go.

I hated the loss of his warmth. The sensation still tingled in my fingers, and the urge to grab them back made my heart ache. Connor seemed to have taken hold of something within me, which was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

He turned and walked around the front of my rig to cross the street, checking both ways. I followed and stopped in front of my truck as he jogged across the street. When he got to the other side, he spun and walked backward. “I’d better hear from you in a day or so, or you’ll have hell to pay,” he yelled at me with a pointed finger and a smile.

I shot my hand up and returned his smile, giving him a high wave to acknowledge his proclamation. I continued to watch his retreating form as he walked toward the campus. I didn’t stop staring until he was out of sight.

A car drove past, and I heard its slapping wiper blades. The increasing drops of rain hitting the hood of my rig finally brought me out of my reverie.

What was I going to do? Could I join him and his family at Christmas, or would that be too intrusive…or too soon to meet his family?

I decided I needed to do some serious soul-searching about my life, and about my future.

18

CONNOR

It started to rain heavily soon after I left Mason standing in front of his truck. It was almost eight o’clock in the morning, and I needed to get back to the dorm. If Spencer was up already, he’d either wait for me or head off to the pool. I hoped it was the former.

Parting from Mason was bittersweet, considering the happiness we’d shared during our unbelievable night together. But there was the question of when and if we’d be able to meet again. I hoped it would be at Christmas.

I’d tried to stay cheerful when we said goodbye, but my mood turned sour once I walked away. I hoped I didn’t come across as pushy inviting him for Christmas. It was a spur-of-the-moment invite, and I wasn’t sure how Mom or Kyle would react if I introduced him as someone I was interested in. Mason was my mom’s age, and that could potentially cause some awkwardness. I knew they’d love Spencer since his disposition was that of a golden retriever, and I’d already forewarned Mom that he’d be coming.

When I arrived at our dorm, I lightly knocked on Spencer’s door and quietly turned the knob to let myself in. We were both comfortable leaving our doors unlocked when we were in, and we knocked before entering.

I looked across the room to his bed; the light from the hallway illuminated the sight of two bodies huddled close together under the covers. Not wanting to disturb them, I quietly pulled the door shut as I backed out. I smirked once I was in the hall, then turned to open my door.

I decided to hit the pool by myself and let Spencer have his horizontal aerobics with whomever he’d hooked up with, and then we’d compare our amorous nights later. Knowing Spencer had ended up with a bedmate lightened my mood a little, and I didn’t feel quite so guilty about leaving him to spend more time with Mason last night.

I changed into my workout sweats, put on a baseball cap, and stuffed a towel in my gym bag. The thought of taking a shower beforehand to wash off the dried residue of Mason and myself left my brain quickly. I’d be hitting the shower before I got in the pool anyway.

The swim made me reflect on last night and this morning as I held a steady stroke through the water. Mason’s enthusiasm was a glorious surprise, and our night together was one I didn’t think I’d ever forget. I didn’t want to go down the mental rabbit hole of our exploits while in the pool; otherwise, my Speedos wouldn’t be able to hide my sprouting arousal. Those memories would help fill time later when I could use them for my self-pleasuring advantage.

I headed back to the dorm. I was pretty sure Spencer would be awake by now—and hopefully alone. I announced my arrival back at my room with a door slam, knowing he’d hear it. As I dropped my gym bag and pulled off my hoodie, I heard a single sharp knock, followed immediately by Spencer barreling through the door. He wore a Cheshire cat grin, his eyes wide with excitement. I couldn’t tell whether his expression was about his overnight good fortune or mine.

“Well?” he exclaimed, bouncing in place.

“Well, what?” I replied while I finished removing my hoodie.

He stopped bouncing. “Don’t fucking give me that. What happened with that sexy trucker man after I left you guys?” he asked in exasperation.

I decided I wanted to draw this conversation out dramatically.

“And just who did you bed down with last night?” I asked with a smirk, emphasized with a head tilt and raised eyebrows.

Spencer’s eyes shot open with surprise. He looked at me without speaking for a few beats, and I could tell he was thinking hard, looking for an answer. “How did you know I had someone with me?” he asked in a somewhat guilty tone.

I gave him a teasing look as I squatted down and fiddled with my gym bag. “I came home this morning so we could go swimming, as agreed, but you apparently had something more important going on under the covers than to hit the pool with me. I knocked on your door and didn’t hear anything, so I let myself in only to find two bodies snuggled up in that twin bed of yours.”

Spencer had a slightly pained expression, like I’d scolded him.

He looked at the floor and then peered up at me. “I’m sorry about our swimming date this morning. Last night was a spontaneous frolic with someone I met at the bonfire. We’d gone our separate ways during the night, but as I was heading to the dorm, he caught up with me, and one thing led to another.”

After his brief explanation about his overnight guest, he questioned me again. “Now, don’t get me distracted about my little affair. What went down with you and Mason?”

I picked my gym bag up and took my swimsuit out to dry. I waited a bit before answering. “We went back to his rig. It was amazing. It was his first time with a guy, so I took the alpha role. I gave him a blowjob; he didn’t reciprocate, which was fine. I didn’t expect him to. We spooned and slept, and he was frisky again this morning, so I took the initiative and jacked us off. By the time I finished us off, he was coated in our spunk.” Spencer stood mesmerized. “I could tell he was hesitating last night before we even began, so I took over. I didn’t want to scare him; I took the reins, and we eventually galloped over the edge together. We really enjoyed ourselves, and I want to do more with him next time. He’s got a beautiful cock.”

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