“Why the hell not?” Richards frowned. “Who wears the pants in your house? Don’t be a wuss,” he teased.
“Oh, if only it were that simple. If you had to pick one of us to wear the pants, I guarantee it wouldn’t be me or Zach. And if I piss my woman off any more than she already is, I’ll regret it. She asked for three days.”
“Three days?” Richards lifted his brow and then whistled low and long. “Good luck with that. I’ll get someone to cover your shift until you can take care of um…business.” He waved a hand through the air as if to avoid stating the obvious. There was no way he didn’t realize the constant hard-on Corbin sported.
“Thanks. Later.” Corbin left, gritting his teeth all the way to his truck. His cock was so damn stiff, he thought it would explode. It was less than pleasant. And he hadn’t wanted to stand in the bathroom all day jerking off, so he’d fought that urge and ignored the stiff erection. Or tried to.
All he could picture was Laurie’s sexy naked body in every imaginable position the entire day. He even managed to conjure positions he’d never visualized before. And they were smoking hot and taking over his brain.
He eased into his truck, shut the door, and tugged on the seatbelt, wincing at the way it pressed against his dick.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes in exhaustion. “Zach. I’m leaving work. Where are you?”
“At the lower lodge. I’ll leave soon and meet you at my place.”
“Okay. You…uh…have any problems today?” He couldn’t think how to ask the man if he had sported a hard-on similar to Corbin’s or not.
“If you mean, have I dealt with a line of people who wanted their money back for their season passes, not too many. If you’re asking about the blue balls, then yes. I’m about to pass out.”
Corbin chuckled into Zach’s head, though it was not funny in the least. “I’ll see you at home.”
He drove on autopilot, thankful the road between Sojourn and Cambridge had finally been reopened. It took some work, but a combination of salt and sand had cleared the ice, or at least made it less dangerous.
Corbin drove until he reached the long stretch of road where the two counties met. With a sudden rush of need, he pulled off the main road onto a gravel side road and turned off the car. He jumped down from the truck bed and wandered aimlessly across the thick brush toward the base of the mountain.
When he finally stopped, he looked around. Shift? He unbuttoned his uniform pants and lowered the zipper.
On second thought, he needed to come. Forget shifting. What he needed was release. He lowered his pants and underwear enough to allow himself to take his cock in hand.
The first stroke from base to tip made him groan. He reached out with his free hand and braced himself against the nearest tree. “Oh, God. I needed this,” he mumbled into the silence. He didn’t give a shit about the cold. He only cared about getting release.
He gripped just hard enough to speed up the process and thrusted up and down, letting his fist ease over the tip of his dick with each pass. He gathered the copious precome from the head and used it as lubricant to keep from chaffing.
His eyes fluttered closed, bringing up visions of Laurie kneeling in front of him. Her eyes were wide as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth and moaned around the shaft.
Corbin moaned too, gritting his teeth against the tightening in his cock. His balls drew up higher. He thrust faster. Harder.
“Oh, God.”
He stiffened his entire body as his blood raced to his engorged shaft.
He’d expected to shoot off in seconds. Instead he found himself on the edge of orgasm, not quite slipping over. He’d never had this problem in his life. Nor had he been this aroused. What the hell?
He thrust faster, loosening his grip. After a few minutes, he realized he was holding his breath. He gasped for oxygen and released his cock. He leaned against the tree, holding himself marginally upright with both forearms, his breathing heavy, his legs wobbly.
When he caught his breath, he cursed, tipping his head back and screaming his frustration. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
It took several long moments for him to recoup enough energy to move, at which point he glanced down at his semi-flaccid cock and groaned.
This could not be happening.
And yet it was.
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It was dark when Laurie managed to stretch out her muscles and flatten her body on the bed. Something had startled her from her reverie.
She heard voices and knew instantly Melinda was there.
She didn’t want to face her sister naked, so she dragged herself from the bed, pulled her T-shirt over her head, and stepped quietly across the hall to the bathroom. Flipping on the shower, she stood next to the glass door, leaning her weight into the frame.