Page 5 of Holding On to a Hero
“I guess,” I grumbled. “At least about the beavers.” I started to think about having beavers so close by. This could be really cool! “I wonder if the wildlife preserve would let us put up a camera over here? We could have Beaver TV all the time!”
Jason groaned. “Noooo. No beaver cams. You can go take pictures like Will does though.”
“Will? That’s his name?” Maaaaybe he was telling the truth. I might have to come to terms with having to trust the guy.Wait a minute. “Did you say he’s gay? Is he cute?” I hadn’t really been paying attention to what he’d looked like when he’d come to the door a few weeks ago. I’d only looked at his camera.
Jason laughed, but then his voice dropped. “Will Graham is his name. And he is cute, actually. We, um, can talk about him when I get home.”
Ooohh. I chuckled. Something to look forward to. “Yeah, we really should. Call me when you’re on your way back. Drive safe, my love.” I hung up and stared at the beaver house some more. Some deep breathing helped dissipate the tension from my body. It was going to be okay. We were going to trust this Will guy and I wouldn’t have to come out until the plans were in place.
But you can bet I was about to Google the shit out of Mr. Will Graham. If he turned out to be the wildlife photographer he said he was, well, we’d just have to wait and see what he did going forward.
But I hoped he was as cute as Jason had said.
After my first blockbuster I’d regretfully decided sex was off the table for me, except under carefully arranged circumstances. By the time Jason and I had gotten together I was ready to make up for lost time. We experimented a lot, but one of our favorite things to do was role play. Which might or might not have started with a maybe/probably real life “actor tries to evade his bodyguard to go have fun and must be punished” scenario. It only took a few scenes for us to start pretending to have a third guy with us.
Talking about bringing someone else in for the night became a safe and hot – so hot – way to get off. Over time it became our go-to sex fantasy. And although we’d considered and discussed actually inviting a real person to be with us, we’d been stuck because either we felt more brotherly toward people we trusted or we didn’t trust people we were attracted to.
But boy, did we rock a vivid fantasy life. If the men we met on a daily basis – baristas, actors, bodyguards, cops, accountants, you name it – only knew what their imaginary counterparts got up to with us, they would probably pass out. Or be thrilled. We’ll never know.
But work came before any Googling or fantasizing. I spent the rest of the day helping Arturo, our ranch manager, put siding on one of the new stables. This one was going to be for hoofed animals like alpacas, goats and sheep. I couldn’t wait to see what we’d end up with.
After I showered I researched the very interesting Mr. William Graham. I was sure Jason would run a more thorough background check, but Google had a lot to tell me. First of all, his animal photos were just beautiful. If he didn’t end up selling us out I was definitely going to have him take some photos of the rescue animals.
Second of all,yum.Will Graham was in his mid-thirties with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. He had a friendly, open smile. I could see him in the supportive best friend role of any romcom.
But Will Graham was more than just a cute twink. Most of the information about him online was in news articles from a little over a year ago. Three people had died in a horrific accident on a lake near Denver. Will Graham had managed to pull two women to safety despite being severely injured himself. He’d been a wedding photographer up until then. Now he was in Austin and photographing animals instead.
Pending any revelations from Jason’s research, I felt a lot better about trusting Will Graham with my secret now. And it made him a perfect candidate to unknowingly participate in Jason and my fantasy sexual adventures.
When Jason came through the door that evening, I made myself stay in the kitchen and refrain from climbing his body and tearing off his clothes. But it was a close thing. Jason was obviously tired, but he grinned at me as he put his bag and keys down on the kitchen island.
“Hey, gorgeous. Did you leave the beavers in the pond? Or do we have them as housepets now?” He kissed me and gave me a hug.
“Ha ha ha. I’m not that bad.”
“Cole, you’re building a ranch to rescue homeless animals. You are that bad.”
“Fine, but the beavers aren’t homeless.”
I was so grateful this man was mine. I was even more grateful when he gave me a red-hot kiss. I could not stop myself from moaning. He did this thing with his tongue –damn.I was hard instantly.
I forced myself to pull back, but I left my arms around his neck. “How was your day, dear?” I faked a simper.
He laughed and tried to pull me closer again. “You don’t really care.”
“Of course I do! I want to support you as a small business owner.”
“Uh huh. What you really want to know is what I thought of our photographer friend.”
“Well, since you brought him up, did he pass the background check?”
Jason wiggled his eyebrows. “In fact he did. Did you look him up as well?”
“Duh. He’s hot, in an older twinky sort of way.”
He huffed a laugh. “If you meet him he doesnotcome across as a twink.”
“Oh? Do tell!” I’d been more concerned with getting him to leave the one time I’d interacted with him.
