On the Run (Whispering Key #2) - May Archer Page 0,50
from Adventure Camp.”
“Martin from Adventure Camp?” he scoffed. “My erstwhile rival? No. He doesn’t count. Ever. For anything.”
I snorted.
Toby’s expression turned sly as his fingertips danced up my arms. “But in the interest of total honesty between us as soul mates, what did you two get up to in that bunk?”
I licked my lips and pretended to hesitate. “I’d tell you… but I don’t wanna get him in trouble, what with you being a counselor and all.”
Toby’s mouth opened in an excited little O.
“For the love of Chris Evans and every single one of his abs,” he breathed. He cleared his throat. “I’m thinking you should tell me right away, Beale. No one will get in trouble as long as you give me all the details.”
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. “Well, he snuck into my bed the first time maybe a week before camp ended? It was the middle of the night, but it was a billion degrees outside—way too warm to sleep—so I was still awake.”
“Uh-huh. You were naked and sweaty.”
“Um… no. I was wearing shorts and—”
“Shhh.” Toby shut his eyes. “You were naked.”
“Right. Sure. Well, I’d noticed Martin before, obviously. He was cute, but kinda geeky. Small. Way, way smaller than me. Which was hot.”
“Yeah, it is.” Toby squeezed his eyes shut and sagged against me, his face mashed against my chest while his fingertips caressed the sides of my neck. “Keep going.”
I let myself touch Toby’s skin, let my fingertips trail over that smooth swath of skin just below the waist of his shorts, which felt so forbidden and erotic I could hardly remember what I’d been saying.
“I guess he’d seen me checking him out, because he stuck his hands down my shorts without saying a word, and then he kinda climbed on top of me?”
Toby whimpered, and the sound sent a bolt of lust straight down my spine.
I was glad someone was getting something out of the story because, to be honest, it hadn’t been all that great in the moment. I mean, it had, because orgasms were nearly always good, but it hadn’t been some earth-shattering experience or even anything hot enough to jerk to after the fact. I couldn’t remember Martin’s last name, and I was pretty sure we’d exchanged a total of two dozen words if you didn’t count unimportant stuff like “fuck” and “yeah” and “oh,” which I didn’t.
“He rubbed off on me, really fast and quiet, so we didn’t wake anyone else, and then he snuck back to his own bunk. But the next night, it happened again.”
“Christ.” Toby shivered. “Gonna think about that some more later, but with me in the starring role.”
I grinned. I liked that idea better, too.
“Then after that?” Toby prompted.
“Oh. Um. I used to go to this dive on the mainland called the SandBar.” I shrugged, starting to get uncomfortable.
“Ah ha. And let me guess… you didn’t leave alone?”
“No, actually I did. There’s a back hall, and…” I winced, remembering the last time I was there. “It’s kinda dark.”
“Why, Beale Goodman, as I live and breathe!” Toby grinned. “Clandestine, semi-public hookups?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said tightly. “It sounds better when you say it than I remember it.” Like a success instead of a catastrophic failure.
Toby stroked my chest with gentle pressure. “What’s going on in your brain, Virgo?” he whispered.
I ran a hand over my face. “Those experiences were super awkward. I kept trying, thinking it would be less awkward eventually, but it wasn’t.”
“Because they weren’t your soul mate.”
“No! I mean… yeah, probably,” I allowed. “But also because… Look, you might have noticed last night that I’m, you know.” I waved a hand down toward my erection, which was still jutting insistently against the front of my shorts, proving that my dick had no ability to read the room.
“You’re…?” Toby shook his head, confused. “More effective than Viagra? Mouthwatering? Perfectly formed? A testament to the existence of a higher power? Paul Bunyan with a great big axe?” Toby palmed his own erection and gave a little mmmph that made me wish it was my hand there instead. “Help me out here, Goodman.”
“Big! Really big. Possibly too big.” I swallowed. “And before you say I’m crazy, be aware that these other guys thought the size thing would be great, but it turned out to be too much work.” I clenched my hands into fists and struggled to speak around the vise that gripped my chest. “So, I don’t want you to… you know.”