Right Move (Clean Slate Ranch #6) - A.M. Arthur Page 0,72
to let him come. George adored and hated him for it. They didn’t touch intimately beyond frotting, except for the one time Levi needed to arrange their dicks into a more comfortable position, and George was grateful. They had time to go slowly. For George to ease into physical intimacy.
He also got in a good laugh when Sporty attacked Levi’s feet during yet another “you’re not coming yet” tease.
His second orgasm of the day? Epic. Mind blowing. Best moment ever.
They rinsed off separately under lukewarm water, and then spent a lot of time kissing before George realized the time. “We’re going to be late for dinner if we don’t head back soon,” he said.
Levi found his phone and looked at the screen. “You’re right. One sec.” He swiped a few times, then bit his lower lip in a weird way.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing wrong, precisely. I forgot to text Wes that I’d be here to check the cats’ food and water. He texted me about twenty minutes ago that he came by, saw the ATV, heard the moaning and left.”
George flushed so hotly he thought his face might burst into flames.
“It’s okay,” Levi continued. “The only person who knows you’re up here with me is Reyes, and he doesn’t gossip. It’s our private business.”
“I appreciate you saying that. I’m just...not used to people hearing me doing private things. I can’t even masturbate while Orry’s home.”
One of Levi’s eyebrows twitched. “Then I will take you getting off twice with me today as a high compliment. And just to be clear, I do not expect anything else from you just because we had sex today. And expect is the key word. Would I love to do all this again and more? Definitely yes. But no pressure and no expectations.”
George melted a bit deeper into his gooey feelings for Levi. “Thank you. I mean, I definitely want to do more, but I appreciate your words more than you know. I spent a good third of my life feeling pressured to be what other people wanted me to be. The very best skater. An Olympic medal winner. Then I spent the last seven years hiding from everyone because I was terrified of other people’s expectations. You are a breath of fresh air, Levi Peletier. I am blessed to have met you.”
Levi cupped his cheek in a warm palm. “I don’t want to control or manipulate you. Not ever. All I want is your friendship. Your companionship. And your honesty. I genuinely like the man you are. Just be you, George Thompson.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“You don’t have to try. Just be.”
The naked emotions in Levi’s eyes prompted George to rise up on his tiptoes and rub their noses together. “I’ll be.”
“I’ll be, too.”
They kissed until George’s empty stomach growled for food, and while they could have probably eaten at Levi’s place, it would look funny to the other guests if they didn’t show for the meal. Levi put wet food out for the cats. George also spotted a dry food dispenser situated under the stairs. They both petted and cuddled the cats, especially Ginger, before leaving the tiny house. George enjoyed snuggling against Levi’s back on the ATV ride to the ranch, and it was hard to resist his urge to hold Levi’s hand during the walk from the barn/garage to the guesthouse.
Dinner was a hearty chicken potpie, and George did his best to get mostly vegetables and less of the crust. Plenty of the other fresh offerings, too. He also allowed himself to indulge in one of Patrice’s yeast biscuits, which were soft and buttery and so good. So different from the flaky breakfast biscuits. No one at the table commented on his and Levi’s afternoon-long disappearance, likely because they all knew Levi worked at the ghost town. They probably (and rightly) assumed he had special privileges.
After dinner was an evening hike that George kind of wanted to go on but he was exhausted after his long afternoon with Levi. Instead, he settled in the downstairs area with his phone to read. Levi went on the hike, and George was completely unsurprised when Miles and Shawn appeared in the guesthouse. As if summoned. Possibly by a text from Levi. A good guess from the fact that the pair gravitated right over to George’s armchair.
“Hey, dude,” Shawn said. “How are you enjoying your vacation so far?”
George closed his phone screen. “I’ve had a lot of fun. The overnight camp was neat, and I really like riding a