my own climax rush over me. It hit like a wave, my abs tensing and jumping, my toes curling against the cab’s floorboard as I came in hot, pulsing waves into our joined hands.
“Fuck,” I said low, slumping down a little. The motion made Heath move, too, and he squeaked a little in surprise, which made me laugh.
“Was it good?” Heath asked, a little shy.
“Amazing,” I said. “Beyond amazing.”
Our hands were disgusting—both sticky with cum. Heath looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, his lips bitten and kiss-swollen. The idea hit me like a physical blow, knocking all other thoughts from my head, and I was speaking before I could even think about what I was saying. “Clean me up.”
Heath’s eyes widened.
“Gimme your color, baby,” I said, as I lifted my hand to his mouth.
He swallowed hard. He met my eyes for a long, hot moment. “Green.”
He leaned forward enough to drag his tongue across my palm. He was thorough, licking the cum from my palm, dipping his hot tongue into the crevices between my fingers as well. Once I was cleaned up, I lifted his own hand to his mouth, and he repeated the process, making my cock stir again with interest. Maybe another time, though.
This was more than enough for tonight.
“Good boy,” I said. “You’re such a good boy.”
Heath looked dazed when he was finished. A little spaced-out. But he looked so content, relaxed, and happy—I wanted him to look at me like this all the time. He was so fucking gorgeous.
But we couldn’t stay in the cab forever. For one, the air inside was dense with humidity and reeked of sweat and sex. The sound of the waves crashing outside was alluring, so I gathered him into my arms and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “Let’s move.”
“No,” he whined. “Comfy.”
“Not going far. It’ll be worth it.”
Heath sighed dramatically, but nodded.
We climbed out of the cab and into the bed of the truck. I spread out a quilt I kept in the backseat for this purpose and stretched out on it, patting the space next to me. Heath smiled a little shyly, and then lay down next to me, scooting close to my body and resting his head on my shoulder so I could keep my arm wrapped around him.
It felt so good. It felt right, holding Heath like this. The crashing waves, cool breeze, and the warmth of Heath’s body was a combination that was sure to lull me to sleep if I wasn’t careful. I staved it off by watching Heath doze instead, the moonlight gleaming on his blond hair.
I could get used to this. Really, really used to this.
Then, Heath’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He grimaced. It went off again.
“You need to get that?” I asked.
“It’s just my email,” Heath murmured, his voice low and sleepy.
“That James guy hitting you up already,” I half-joked. “Gotta say, I admire the confidence.”
“It better not be,” Heath said, sounding a little more awake now. He wrestled his phone out of his pocket while still staying nestled as close to me as possible.
He opened his phone and pulled up the message. His expression shifted from wide-eyed fear, to brow-furrowed annoyance, to blank in the space of a breath.
“What?” I asked, more alert now. I had a feeling it wasn’t James. “Who was it?”
“Nothing,” Heath muttered. “It’s not important.”
“Hey.” I squeezed his shoulder a little tighter to get his attention. “You can tell me.”
“It’s not a big deal.” He sounded a little defeated. “But. I mean, here.” He turned the phone toward me.
EYES EVERYWHERE, the email read. STILL WATCHING YOU.
It was from an obvious burner email—a random string of letters and numbers. “You’re still getting shit like this?”
“It’s not a big deal,” Heath said, in a tone that was a little too casual to be natural. “It doesn’t mean anything. Especially now, with you and the Hell’s Ankhor guys looking out for these guys—they can’t do anything to me. They’re just trying to get under my skin.”
Anger flared in my chest—how dare those assholes keep harassing Heath? And in such a fucking cowardly way, too. The fact that they were trying to get back at me through him burned me up inside, and the fact that I couldn’t stop them from doing this just fanned my anger. And why hadn’t Heath told me? Didn’t he know that I just wanted to keep him safe and protected? I couldn’t do that if I didn’t know what