Page 22 of Hollis (The Moore Men #2)

“You’ve known who I was on that app from the start,” he says with a shoulder shrug. “It’s never been a secret who you were talking to. Who you were flirting with. So why the freak out once I finally figured out who you were?”

Blowing out a frustrated sigh, mostly at myself, I stare up at the tent, like it’s holding all the answers. “I shouldn’t have matched with you in the first place,” I admit. “I don’t know what I was thinking, or what I expected to come of it, but it can’t be this.”

“Why not?” There’s no judgment in the question. “You certainly enjoyed yourself last night.”

I huff out a breath. “You’re far too cocky for your own good.”

“Am I?” he asks. “Or maybe I’m just cocky enough, and it freaks you out how much you like it.”

I don’t respond. What’s there to say? He’s not exactly wrong, and I know if I were to lie, he’d see right through it.

“And what’s so wrong with giving in to something you want?” His voice is flirty and full of gravel. “We’re both adults, so why not do what feels good?”

“Because I’m not interested in repeating anything that happened last night,” I say, knowing full well it’s bullshit. “You caught me at a weak moment, and it won’t be happening again.”

“Yeah?” Hollis leans in closer. I can feel the heat from his breath on my face. “Then why won’t you look at me when you say that? And why’s your voice shaking?”

“It’s dark. Why’s it matter if I look at you?” I scoff.

“’Cause I want ya to… Come on, Cap. Look at me.”

The second I look at him, my resolve will snap. I know it. It’s all I want. All I can think about.

This is wrong. It’s messy, and nothing good will come of it. Do not look at him!

Then his fingertips brush against my chin, turning my head toward him, and a wave of arousal rushes through me. I can barely make out his gaze, but I know it’s full of heat.

And I know it matches mine.

“You’re a stubborn man, Captain Wesley,” he drawls, his fingers still on my face. “But now that you’re finally looking at me… Let’s hear it. Let’s hear how much you totally don’t want it to happen again.”

My jaw pops from how hard I’m clenching.

Between Hollis’s scent surrounding me and the grip he has on my chin, I can’t breathe.

He’s everywhere, and it’s becoming difficult to think clearly, much less respond.

I know what I should say, but my brain and my cock are not on the same page.

Hell, they’re not even in the same book.

“Got nothin’ to say, Cap?” he asks after a moment, when it becomes clear I’m not responding. “That’s okay. You can listen instead…”

Leaning closer, his fingers leave my chin and trail down my neck to my chest. His touch is featherlight, and I have to suppress a shiver.

“See, you may like to pretend that you haven’t been thinkin’ about it all day, but I’ve got no problem admittin’ that I have.

” Rumbly and low, his admission sends bursts of desire all through my insides.

“The weight of your big, fat cock slidin’ over my tongue…

The taste of you… And how deliciously rough you fucked my throat once you finally got out of your own head. ”

He groans, the sound like a gentle caress over my dick. I’m on fire, sweat beading across the back of my neck, every touch from him over my flesh heightened, and I’m waiting on bated breath for what he’s going to say, or do, next.

“You should let yourself have a little fun, Cap,” he murmurs, his fingers dancing lower, toward my abdomen.

I should stop him from going any farther…

But I don’t. I can’t. “And I’m here to help with that.

” His hand sinks lower until his fingertips tease along the waistband of my briefs.

I inhale sharply and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his hot breath fan across my cheek, his lips against my ear.

“Now, tell me the truth… You want my help, don’t you, baby? ”

Baby.

It’s not the first time he’s called me that, but fuck me, it does something illicit to me every single time. Trent wasn’t into pet names, and prior to marrying him, I’ve had a few people call me that, but none of them hit like it does right now.

“Answer me,” he growls before nipping at my earlobe with his sharp teeth.

A gasp falls from my lips, and despite my mind being hazy, I’m able to grit out, “We shouldn’t.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… That’s not what I asked, Captain Wesley. Let’s try again… Do. You. Want. My. Help?”

There’s an eruption sitting just below the surface.

It’s thrumming and pulsing, dying to come out, and with each second I deny to myself how badly I want this, the more it threatens to explode.

I’m like a dormant volcano, trying to hold myself back, but it’s not working.

The chemistry between Hollis and me is clear.

It’s loud and vibrant, and it refuses to be ignored.

Maybe it’s simply because we’re out in the middle of nowhere, and I’m able to pretend this doesn’t count, that we’ll head back to Wolf Creek tomorrow and it’ll be like none of this ever happened, I don’t want to ignore it.

I don’t want to hold myself back.

I want Hollis, even though I shouldn’t.

I want him, and in this tent, with him so close to me, his hands on my body, I’m incapable of pretending like I don’t.

It doesn’t have to mean anything, and after this weekend, it won’t ever happen again, but for tonight, I’m giving in.

“Yes…” The word leaves my mouth on a whisper. A confession. “Help me.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs before turning his head and crashing his mouth into mine.

His tongue parts my lips while his hand slips into my boxers and palms my hard length.

I groan into his mouth, my head swimming as I roll onto my back, bringing Hollis with me.

He settles between my legs and shoves the material down, never breaking away from our kiss.

As soon as he rids me of the only piece of clothing I have on, he takes his off next before straddling my thighs.

The weight of his stiff cock slides against mine as Hollis sits back on my lap.

Reaching behind his head, he tugs off his shirt and tosses it to the side before he tucks his chin, letting spit fall from his lips onto his cock, then mine.

Once we’re coated in his saliva, Hollis closes his hand around us and rolls his hips, letting his slick, hard cock glide against mine.

It feels so fucking good, and I can’t help the moan that slips past my lips as he tightens his grip.

My hands come to his hips, holding them in a bruising grip as I thrust into his fist.

“This what you wanted?” I grit out. “Is this what you’ve been thinkin’ about doin’ all day?”

“Fuck yeah, it is.” Hollis smirks as he glances down at us. “And you feel just as good against my dick as I thought you would.”

My teeth are bared as pleasure erupts through my body. “Yeah, well, enjoy it now, because this ain’t happenin’ again.”

Hollis leans down, resting his free hand on the mattress next to my head. Flicking his tongue into my mouth, he breathes out a dark chuckle. “Sure, it isn’t,” he rasps, arrogance seeping through his words. “That’s what you said about last night, yet here we are.”

Nostrils flaring, I flip us so I’m on top. Hollis groans as I slap his hand out of the way and wrap mine around us instead. My hips snap against his as I feel myself lose control. I’ve never met anybody so full of themselves as Hollis is, and it’s infuriating.

And hot.

“Look at you,” he drawls, his darkened gaze locked on mine. “Look how needy you are for me. How hard you were before I even touched you. You were probably hopin’ I would come in here tonight, weren’t you?”

“You don’t know what you’re fuckin’ talkin’ about.”

The blood pumping through my veins is molten lava, every inch of my skin on fire. I’m so turned on, so on edge, I can hardly take it.

“I see right through your bullshit, Cap,” he tosses back, a groan rumbling from his throat as he brings his hand back to mine until we’re moving as one.

“And I’d almost believe you if it weren’t for the fact that you knew who I was this whole time.

You knew, and you flirted with me anyway.

You knew, and you let me get you off. You knew while I was in the dark, and goddamn, that shouldn’t turn me on so much, but it does. ”

“I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere,” I bite out, but the excuse is weak to my own ears. “It was just talk.”

“Was it?” The roughness of his voice lets me know he’s close, just like I am. “Or were you just able to hide behind your anonymity while acting on your desires?”

Pleasure swims through my veins, making my head dizzy and my body hot all over. We’re both thrusting into our fists, grunts and groans filling the air. I hope like hell nobody’s awake because this tent is far from soundproof, and there’s no hiding what’s happening.

“Come on, Cap,” he purrs as he slides his hand up my abdomen. He teases my nipple with his fingers, and the sensation ripples down to my toes. “It wasn’t just talk, and you know it. Just like how you know this won’t be the last time you have me naked beneath you.”

“It will,” I growl, my nuts tightening into my body as pressure builds at the base of my spine. I groan as he twists and tugs on the hardened bud. “Fuck, I’m close…”

“Me too,” he moans. “Give it to me, baby. Let me see you come for me again.”

Throwing my head back, I squeeze my eyes shut and let the pleasure take control.

Pulse after pulse, I empty myself onto Hollis’s stomach, and when his hand around us tightens and he lets out a long, low moan, I glance down and watch as he spills all over himself too, his thick, creamy release mixing with mine.

The sight is erotic and enthralling; I can’t look away.

I collapse onto the air mattress beside him once we’re finished, my breathing rapid and shallow as I rub a hand over my mouth, wondering how the hell I let this happen twice . Using his discarded shirt, Hollis cleans himself up before rolling onto his side to face me.

Shoving me playfully, he says, “Get outta your head.”

“I’m not in my head.”

“Yeah, you are.” He chuckles. “Is this an ideal predicament we’ve found ourselves in? No, not exactly. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it for what it is.”

Turning my head, I meet his gaze and ask, “And what’s that?”

“A damn good time, of course,” he drawls, lip curling into a grin. “This was fun. Don’t overthink it.”

Then, giving me whiplash, Hollis presses a quick kiss to my lips before grabbing his pants and pulling them on before leaving without another word.

Don’t overthink it.

I huff a breath and shake my head.

Right, because it’s that simple.