Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
"I just wish I hadn't been so blind to everything." He looked at me. I couldn't see his eyes in the darkness of the truck, but I could feel the intensity of his stare. "It makes me wonder what other things I missed. What things I refused to see."
I tensed because I knew we were treading on dangerous ground. Part of me wished I could tell him the truth about the night he'd seen me standing over his father outside their burning barn. But I could never tell him anything about it.
"Have you had any luck with your uncle's finances?" I asked. My intent had been to change the subject, but I also wanted to know what kind of timeline I was looking at in terms of Brooks being in Eden. I knew he had a life to go back to, but I just needed a little more time with him. Maybe I’d figure out a way to work this need I had for him out of my system. Even as I had the thought, a little voice in my head was reminding me that things had changed, and it was no longer about just physically needing Brooks. And that was a really, really big problem.
"I finally managed to get most of his receipts and stuff entered into the accounting system. Now I just have to reconcile everything against his bank statements. Then I can see where the discrepancies are and do some analysis comparing the data from year to year. If I can see some trends, I'll be able to tell him and you what they are, and maybe that will help you guys focus in on certain areas."
The fact that Brooks was including me made my heart soar. It felt like an acceptance of sorts. When he’d arrived, his only goal had been to get rid of me. I couldn't imagine that was still his plan. I hated that even a little part of me worried that this was all some ploy.
"Can I ask you something?" Brooks asked.
I nodded and waited nervously. I told myself that if he asked me something about the finances that I wouldn't jump the gun and assume he was accusing me in any way.
"When did you know that… that you were gay?" Brooks asked, his voice shaky. "I mean, you are gay, right? Or bi? I mean, I don't think you’re just experimenting with me. I mean, I hope you're not, but if that's what you need, I guess that's okay…" His words had spilled so quickly from his mouth that I missed quite a few of them. But I got the gist of what he was asking me.
"Definitely gay," I said, and then I took his hand and settled it on my crotch so he could feel how hard I was. I let out a little swish of air when Brooks palmed my erection. "And definitely not experimenting," I added, though my voice came out breathy.
Brooks continued to play with me for several more seconds. I finally grabbed his hand and let out a little laugh as I closed our fingers together. "Keep that up and you're going to find out what it's like to be fucked senseless in the back of a pickup truck underneath the Wyoming night sky."
I expected him to join in on my joke with some nervous laughter, but instead, I heard him unclip his seatbelt. I glanced at him and saw him removing it. "Brooks, what are you doing?"
Brooks slid across the bench seat. He pushed up the console so it folded into the seat and then he was next to me. I forced myself to keep my attention on the road. There was only utter darkness around us as we flew down the remote highway. Brooks’s hand moved to my thigh, his fingers dangerously close to my dick. He began rubbing his hand in a circle while his mouth sought out my neck.
"So when did you know?" Brooks asked as he continued to rub my thigh. It was all I could do to keep the truck straight from swerving off the road.
"Um, I guess when I was around twelve or so."
"It took me longer to figure it out," Brooks murmured as he began nuzzling my throat. He opened his mouth and sucked on my skin, then pressed a soft kiss to it. He continued that motion down the column of my throat. My cock began to strain against my pants.
"Jesus, fuck, Brooks," I groaned as I dropped my head back against the headrest. I somehow managed to keep my eyes on the road, but they were working overtime to find a safe spot I could pull over.
Brooks’s fingers toyed with the button on my jeans. When he flipped them open, I whispered his name. I already knew what he was planning, and I tried to find the words to tell him it wasn't a good idea. But they wouldn't come.