Page 206 of Better When Shared
Hamish blinked. “I still don’t understand why you’re afraid of horses. You’re fearless.”
“That’s what she said, too. But I’m not fearless. I also don’t like spiders. A man can’t be perfect.”
“Spiders, I can understand, but horses? They’re beautiful and magnificent.”
“Yep. They are. From a safe distance.” I slid behind the wheel, turning to face him as he climbed into the passenger seat. “So, we’ve got options. I can take you to Imogen’s cottage at the Cannery so you can get some rest, or we can head to my place, where she’s been sleeping anyway. Fair warning though—I’ve got clients coming in about two hours for a mountain bike tour.”
Hamish’s cheeks flushed pink, his eyes dropping to his hands. “If Imogen’s busy, I’d rather hang out with you until your clients arrive.”
“Yeah?” I tried to hide my excitement by starting the engine. “Don’t need a nap after your flight?”
“I slept on the plane.” His flush deepened. “I was finally able to relax after I dealt with everything back in England. It helped knowing I was coming back here. And I enjoyed that video you two sent me.”
Heat pooled in my groin at the memory of filming Imogen spread out in my trailer, her pussy stretched around my cock while she touched herself. “The one where I’m fucking your wife while she thanks you for letting her have my cock?”
He shifted in his seat. “God, yes. I must have watched it a dozen times. Wanked so much I’m going to develop a chafing problem.”
I laughed, pulling out of the parking lot. “Fuck, Hamish. I love your dirty side.”
“You bring it out in me, apparently.” His hand landed on my thigh, squeezing lightly. “Among other things you’ve discovered about me.”
I covered his hand with mine, lacing our fingers together. “It’s too bad I’ve got these clients coming. I’d much rather take you back to my place and see if we can top that video.”
“There’s always tonight.” His thumb stroked the inside of my wrist, sending sparks up my arm. “With Imogen.”
I nodded, forcing myself to focus on the road and not the growing bulge in my shorts. An idea struck me—impulsive, probably stupid, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Come with me on the tour,” I said.
Hamish turned to me, eyebrows raised. “What?”
“The mountain bike tour. It’s the same trail we rode last week—the one with the overlook.” I squeezed his hand. “You’ve done it twice before, you know the route well enough to pull up the rear. You could help me guide.”
“I’m no guide,” he protested, though I caught the interest in his voice.
“It’s a family—parents and three kids. You’d just need to hang back with the slower ones, make sure nobody gets left behind or lost. I’ll lead from the front.”
Hamish hesitated, chewing his lower lip. “You really think I’m skilled enough?”
“Absolutely.” I meant it. For a guy who’d barely touched a mountain bike before this summer, Hamish had picked it up remarkably fast. “Plus, you’re good with people. Better than me, honestly. You’ve got that posh British thing going on—makes people trust you.”
He laughed, the sound warming me from the inside out. “My ‘posh British thing’ is a professional asset, I suppose.”
“So, what do you say? Want to play tour guide with me today?” I held my breath, waiting for his answer.
“Yes,” he said finally, his eyes bright with excitement. “That sounds brilliant. Though I should warn you—I’ve never worked with children before.”
“Kids are easy. Just treat them like people. Don’t talk down to them, and you’ll be fine.” I squeezed his thigh, letting my hand linger. “We’ve got time to prep the bikes before they arrive. And I’ve got spare gear that should fit you.”
Hamish covered my hand with his, a smile spreading across his face. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m looking forward toit. A month ago, the idea of mountain biking would have terrified me.”
“A month ago, you wouldn’t have been caught dead making out with a surf instructor at a ferry terminal, either.”
“True enough.” He leaned across the center console, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth. “You’ve been a terrible influence on me, Makai Yamamoto.”
I turned my head, capturing his lips properly. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
We spent the drive back to Strawberry Creek Ranch trying to settle or raging libidos, which wasn’t an easy task, but Hamish brought up a lot of fascinating facts about spiders and horses to help me.
