Page 59 of Naughty November
Not that Icould, but my dick was still trying.
Fletcher let go of the cage, and I let out a shuddering breath that sounded more like a whimper, the whole thing giving me flashbacks to puberty—right after he came out to his family, back when my dick used to get hard every single time he looked at me, making me seriously wonder for a while if it wasn’t just hero worship I felt for him, but if I was actually gay, too.
Of course, that had been before I’d realized that Fletcher would never look at a kid like me the way I used to wish he would back then, and since no other guy—heck, no otherperson—ever got me that excited, I’d decided I must not be gay after all.
Besides, girls were so pretty. I liked them, too. Maybe not as… asmuch, but I did.
I took a deep breath, pushing off those memories.
That wasn’t important now. He hadn’t been touching melike that. He was just trying to help.
“So, do you think you can do it?” I asked. “Can you get it off?”
He grinned at me. “Yeah, button, I’ve got a few ideas about how we can get this thing off of you. We’ll just need some tools. I think Everett keeps his in?—”
“I borrowed them,” I blurted, embarrassed all over again. “He let me take his tool box a few months ago, and I’ve been meaning to bring it back, but…”
I bit my lip. I had no good excuse.
“No problem,” Fletcher said easily, as if nothing on earth was toomuch for the man. “I’m done with Miss Lucy here, so I’ll just follow you to your place and we’ll get it done there.”
“You really don’t mind?”
His eyes flared again, making my stomach squirm in a way I was rapidly getting addicted to.
“Trust me, button,” he said, his voice getting a little lower, a little raspier, “I don’t mind at all.”
THREE
FLETCHER
I moved a packed cardboard box from Holden’s couch to the floor as he padded back into the room with my brother’s tool box in hand.
The drive over to his place had been just enough time for me to give my dick a stern talking to about keeping this clinical and helping Holden out without scaring him off. A talk that my dick decided to completely ignore the moment Holden handed the toolbox over and turned those big eyes on me again, like he trusted that I’d have all the answers.
“How do you want me?”
I bit back a groan. I absolutely couldnotanswer that one truthfully. Not unless I wanted to traumatize the pretty little thing.
“You’ll need to take these off for me again,” I said instead, my hand twitching toward the fly of his jeans before I got it under control again.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the same luck with my mouth.
“Want me to help, button?”
His eyes went wide, cheeks flushing my favorite color of pink again. Before I could take it back or apologize, though, he gave me all the future fantasy fodder I could handle.
“Yes, please,” he said in that same breathless tone he’d used when I’d first seen him on Everett’s doorstep today.
He lifted up the hem of his shirt, then just… waited.
It hit me then that, despite the unforgivable way his ex had left him, at some point, he’d presumably consented to being caged. Which meant?—
“Do you like giving up control, baby?”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes going even wider as I unsnapped his jeans, then carefully lowered the zipper.
“Baby?”