Page 29 of Accidental Fire
I’d forgotten what the hell I was even doing. “Yeah, sure. Come up front so you can strap in. Safety first!”
How fucking lame did that sound? Jeez…
River got up from the bed and moved to sit in the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt. “I’ve never been in a truck like this. I was on the bus that Regal and the band had for touring, but I was little back then. Skyler went with him more than me, but From the Ashes was more popular when he was younger. It’s ironic that Sky’s settled down with a husband and a kid, and I’m on the road with my own band.”
I started the Peterbilt, slid my seatbelt into the latch, and checked both of my mirrors to be sure I didn’t run over anyone. I shifted into gear and slowly approached the gate. Allen was there with the security guy to let me out, waving me through.
We drove to the resort and I turned into the security lot, happy the gate guard recognized the truck and opened it without an issue.
“Do, uh, are you meeting someone there? I wouldn’t mind sitting here for a while and talking,” River said, his voice soft. My heart spiked.
“No, I’m not meeting anyone. I was just going to get some food and a beer or two before I crashed. You sure you don’t need to meet with the band?” My stomach churned a little.
I’d eaten a couple of tacos at the venue while the band was in hair and makeup, and I didn’t want them to return anytime soon. The longer I stared at River, the more I wanted to hold him in my arms and keep him safe.
What the fuck am I doing?
“No. The band and I need to spend some time away from each other. We don’t see eye to eye on much outside the music. It’s better if we have our own interests and only collaborate on things related to Accidental Fire. We work better when we’re not smothering each other.” River didn’t meet my eyes.
“Do they bother you? Your bandmates?”
I was no therapist, but thanks to Nate, I was supposed to be a sort of mentor for the band members. What I wasn’t supposed to do was fall for River Ashe.
I took a huge breath. “I’m not gay…or I’m not sure… I never thought…” I had no idea what I was trying to say.
“Oh no, Kit. I know you’re straight, and the shit that happened—that kiss? It means nothing. We were drinking and—”
“No! I refuse to blame my feelings for you on alcohol. I’m not sure why, but I’m attracted to you, River. I’ve only been attracted to women over the years. Some I’ve bedded, but many I haven’t. I have no idea why you’ve gotten into my head and my heart, but there’s something that makes me want to be around you.”
I had no idea what the fuck to do. I couldn’t take my eyes off the man. He was unlike anyone I’d ever met.
“You’re attracted to me? You just said it yourself—you’re straight, Kit.”
I stood from my seat and moved back to the sleeper, taking a seat on the bed. When River didn’t move, I reached over the passenger seat and ran my fingers through River’s soft hair, tugging a bit. “Come back here.”
He got up, ducking under the frame, and came into the sleeper. I reached over to the small fridge I had, opening it and pulling out two beers. “Want one?”
“Yeah, I mean, if you’re having one.”
I smirked at him. “If we drink these and want more, I can get some delivered, or if you’d rather go to the resort and sit at thebar, we can do that. I’m not sure I’m in charge of my own mind right now.”
The man with the nimble fingers and the beautiful voice leaned forward, his lips a millimeter from mine. “I’m not sure what I’m doing either, Kit. I know you’re not gay. I don’t want to—”
I pulled him on top of me as I reclined on the bed. I slid River up my body so our eyes met. “I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m pretty happy I’m doing it with you.”
I moved my hand down his body and touched the belt of his tight jeans. His gaze met mine, but I had to ask. “Is this okay?”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything.”
I opened his pants and wiggled my hand inside, wrapping my fist around his thick cock. I gently slid my hand over his hardness, feeling the precum leaking down his length.
“Please don’t take this wrong. I can’t figure out why I’m attracted to you—not that you’re not attractive, but I’ve only ever…” I stopped talking and moved my hand over his length, feeling my own cock fill until it was hard enough to pound nails.
I opened my pants and gripped my cock, shoving my boxers down and wrapping my fist around both of us. I slowly moved my hand to our cockheads. Fuck if it didn’t take my breath.
“You don’t have to do this,” River gasped as I continued to stroke us.
I couldn’t stop. “What are you doing to me?”
