Page 33 of Tinsel & Tools
“Fuck,” I panted, my voice raw.
I stroked harder, twisting at the head, my cock slick in my grip. Wet sounds filled the room as I worked myself. My abs clenched with every jerk. My body jolted, begging for more.
Then the picture shifted. Gavin wasn’t on his knees anymore. He was bent over in front of me, his backside open, my dick pushing into his ass. The thought landed like a punch, sharper than I wanted to admit. My hand tightened and stroked faster, my hips snapping into my fist as if I was already fucking him.
I groaned as my eyes squeezed shut, imagining the heat and the stretch, how tight he’d be around me. I pictured grabbing his waist, holding him steady while I shoved in deep. I saw his back arching, his voice breaking as he begged me not to stop. The image drove me wild, and my shaft twitched in my fist with every tug, wetness dripping from the tip and making it easier to pump.
“Goddamn.” The word tore out of me as I went faster, needing the release.
In my head, Gavin pushed back against me, his ass swallowing me whole, his hand braced on the wall as he moaned my name. I imagined fucking him hard, my hips pounding, his body taking all of me.
“Shit,” I groaned, my hand flying over my length. My release hit fast and brutal, cum shooting across my stomach in thick ropes. I bucked into my fist, chest heaving, every pulse leaving me weaker until I dropped back against the mattress.
I lay there gasping, sweat damp on my skin, my cock still twitching in the aftermath. I reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand, wiped myself down, and tossed the mess into the trash.
I rolled onto my side and dragged the blanket over me again. My body felt drained, but my head refused to shut off. It wasn’t just the memory of his mouth anymore. I had pictured burying myself inside him, pounding into him until I couldn’t see straight, and the fact that I wanted it messed with my head even more.
14
Gavin
Outside, snow covered the lawn of the B&B, and the sound of electric tools filtered in from the porch where Cole was working. Earlier, he’d given me a brief hello before he got to work, and we hadn’t talked since.
I sat at the kitchen table with a half-drunk cup of coffee next to my laptop. Nearly two thousand words filled the pages. It may not have seemed like a lot to some authors, but after months of brutal writer’s block, it felt like a damn miracle to me.
Still, the luck I’d had getting words down hadn’t stopped me from thinking about Cole. The day before, he’d come by like he’d promised and brought his dad along. If I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn nothing had happened between us. He’d been nothing but professional, letting Jack take the lead when checking out the water heater and then explaining that he’d find a plumber to replace it. It didn’t escape my attention that Cole had barely looked at me—just like this morning—which likely meant he regretted what had gone down between us on Friday night or he wanted to pretend like it had never happened. Maybe both were true.
And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about him gripping the counter, head tipped back, moaning from what I was doing to him.
If he regretted it, then that was something he’d have to deal with. As for me, I wouldn’t change a single second of it. He was sexy as fuck, and I’d acted on my attraction. Simple as that.
I forced my fingers back to the keyboard, ready to start my next chapter, when my phone buzzed across the table, and I saw Allie’s name on the display.
I swiped the screen to answer. “Hey, bestie. No work today?”
“Actually, just got back. It was a short shift,” she replied. “What’s going on with you? You figuring out how to survive in Brookhaven without me?”
I glanced at my laptop. “It’s definitely not the same with you gone, but I’ve actually got some news.”
“Oh, spill.” Her tone dripped with curiosity.
“I managed to crank out almost two thousand words today.”
“Shut up!” she squealed. “Are you serious?”
I pulled the phone away from my ear and grinned. “Dead serious. Guess my brain finally decided to cooperate.”
“That’s awesome. What’s the story about?”
I hesitated. “Uh, just a little opposites attract.”
“What kind of opposites?” Her voice changed from curious to suspicious.
“An intellectual and a blue-collar guy.” I grimaced. My best friend was smart, and it wouldn’t take much for her to put two and two together.
She gasped. “Did something happen with you and Cole?”
“What would make you think that?”
