My Grumpy Old Bear - Jayda Marx Page 0,28
a laugh even though I was in the same predicament. “Let’s go get our float on.”
We made our way into a building that held changing rooms and showers, an area full of souvenirs, and a long counter where several employees in yellow polos waited to help customers. Once again, Noah paid for our tickets and waved off my offer to help. The lady behind the counter wrapped a plastic band around each of our wrists and told us we were free to tube down the river as many times as we wanted. Then I followed Noah to the changing rooms.
“Be out in a sec,” he winked and disappeared behind a curtain.
I stepped into my own room and kicked off my tennis shoes and socks. I unbuttoned my black cargo shorts (I’m an old, chubby man; I have a pair in every color) and breathed a sigh of relief; I’d had this particular pair for quite a while and they were a little snug. I pulled them and my underwear off and stepped into my new trunks, which were plain black as well. I popped off the tag and shoved it into my bag.
Fuck. I realized as I looked in my bag and only saw a towel that I forgot an extra t-shirt. The one I was wearing would get soaked in the river and I wouldn’t have one to wear home. Double fuck. I blew out a long breath and pulled my shirt off. I groaned when I saw the indentation of my shorts’ button under my navel. I scrubbed the skin with my hand, but the pink dent didn’t disappear.
“Ready when you are,” Noah called from outside my curtain.
Triple fuck. I pulled my trunks up a couple of inches to hide the pucker in my gut. I shoved my shirt in my bag and picked up my shoes. After another long breath, I stepped out of my room.
My jaw dropped when I saw Noah. His chest and abs were smooth; and by abs, I meant he had a fucking six pack. And a deep cut ‘V’ that disappeared beneath the top of his teal swim trunks that only fell halfway down his thighs. When I’d held his body against mine, I could feel he was tight and solid, but I thought he was just slim. I never dreamed he’d be so ripped.
“Dayum, beefcake!” Noah exclaimed as he looked me up and down with a bright smile on his face.
“What? You’re the fucking beefcake! Look at you, Noah!” I looked between his jacked body and my fluffy one. “I’m putting my shirt back on.” Screw it; I’d just ride home wet.
Noah put his hand on my arm as I dug for my shirt in my bag. “Please don’t.” The pleading look in his eyes stopped my searching. “Brooks, you said you trusted me, right?” I nodded; he was probably the only person on Earth I did trust. “So please believe me when I tell you I love your body.”
“But you’re…” I pointed at his defined abdomen without finishing my sentence; it spoke for itself.
Noah looked at his stomach and shrugged like it wasn’t the hottest thing on the planet. “Eh, I’ve always been skinny. I try to work out and buff up, but I just get smaller and tighter.” I raised my eyebrows at him; that sounded like the opposite of a problem. “But you…” He dropped his bag and placed both of his hands on my hairy stomach. “You’re so thick and beefy and I love it.” So ‘beefcake’ to him means thick like an actual side of beef. I couldn’t even be offended because of the way he was visually devouring every inch of me.
“God, Brooks,” he continued, running his fingers up onto my chest, “I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He was about to have several more inches of me to devour if he kept touching me like that. “And I love all of this sexy gray hair,” he said as he twisted my chest hair around his fingers and pulled slightly, drawing a quiet moan from my lips. “You are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life.” He raised his gaze from my torso to my eyes. “Never doubt that, okay? When you do, I feel like I’m not doing a good job as your boyfriend. I want to make you feel beautiful, sexy and wanted.”
“You do, Sunshine,” I promised, cupping his cheeks in my hands. “You make me feel all