Wild Trail by A.M. Arthur

Author:A.M. Arthur
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-10-12T18:39:23+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

On Saturday morning, Wes woke with a weird pit in his stomach and a sense of unease he couldn’t shake. He stared at the underside of Miles’s bunk, the room barely lit from the rising sun, uncertain why he felt so strange.

We’re leaving today. I’m leaving Mack behind.

The last two days had tested the limits of Wes’s physical restraint every time he was in proximity to Mack. The need to touch him, kiss him, lick him, bend over for him—so intense that it kind of scared him. On both Thursday and Friday night, he’d gone to Mack’s cabin for more amazing sex, and knowing Wes wouldn’t have that tonight...depressing as hell.

I got attached to my vacation fling. I was not supposed to do that.

To be fair to himself, though, he had a funny feeling Mack had done the same thing. The way Mack had clung to him during their shared shower, washing Wes’s skin for him, the long look as Wes said goodbye. Last night had been their goodbye, because at three o’clock this afternoon, Wes was leaving.

They hadn’t made each other any promises. They hadn’t even exchanged phone numbers. It needed to be a clean break, so they could both move on. Live their lives.

Except Wes wasn’t making a clean break. Even though he’d only known Mack for a week, Wes was leaving a small part of his heart behind with that gruff, papa bear cowboy.

No one else was awake yet, so Wes slipped into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. He jerked off to memories of Mack faux-fucking him in the shower on Thursday—an impromptu fuck with Mack’s dick riding the crease of Wes’s ass and conditioner for lube, and Christ, it had been hot. Wes hadn’t been sure he could get it up again, but both he and Mack had come twice that night, and it had been awesome.

So many awesome memories of this vacation. Back to the real world tomorrow.

The thought left him depressed as he got dressed. Conrad was starting to stir, but Wes wasn’t in the mood for his friends, so he slipped out of their room and crept downstairs. The house was pretty quiet, except for Patrice puttering around in the kitchen. He snuck out to the front porch. The sun was rising over the horizon, painting streaks of purple and red across the sky.

He rarely saw such gorgeous sunrises in the city. Wes wasn’t a morning person in general, so he rarely saw the sunrise, period.

A tall figure walking in his direction made Wes’s heart jump. Then he frowned when the person was Reyes, not Mack. He expected Reyes to continue walking toward his destination, but he came right toward Wes, hands in his jeans pockets, head ducked like he was nervous.

“Morning,” Reyes said.

“Yeah, morning.” Wes eyeballed him, curious and a little weirded out. Reyes had never initiated conversation with him, other than a few polite words when their paths crossed in the cabin. “Guess you’ll be glad you don’t have to keep spending your evenings with the horses.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.