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“No, don’t say that.” Holt started to untangle himself from my body. “You’re you, Watson Brooks, NASCAR driver, Xfinity cup champion. Everyone fucking loves you. I’m just me. I can walk into any store around town, and no one knows who I am. I don’t have to hide or duck from the crowds. You, Watson, you’re the star. You light up the damn room with your smile, your charm, and you’re living your dream.” I could see his face from the moonlight casting into the room.
I reached over to brush his hair back from his forehead. “You’re not?” I asked.
“As a tire carrier?” He laughed, but it sounded forced.
“Tell me your dreams, Holt.”
“I’m tired, Watson.”
I watched as he dropped onto his back, no longer touching me.
“What did you mean when you said you were just about over me?” I whispered. He turned to face me. “Were you in love with me?” I slid closer. “Can I kiss you again, H?”
“No.”
I dragged my thumb over his fat bottom lip. “I asked you three questions,” I murmured, and felt the way he shivered at my touch. When Holt didn’t answer, I pressed my forehead against his. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“And you’re drunk.” His voice shook as he spoke.
“Let me kiss you again.”
Holt stared at me in the dark, his eyes wide with want and desire. He hadn’t pushed me away or climbed from the bed. “You’re going to break me, Watson.”
“You’re going to save me,” I promised him.
Those five little words were all it took before Holt’s mouth came crashing down against mine.
Chapter Four
Holt
I kissed Watson this time. Me, I did it, and I didn’t ever want it to stop. His lips were so amazing, soft and plump, and the man knew how to kiss. No wonder the girls liked him.
No, don’t think about that, Holt. Think about the fact that Watson’s cock is hard and pressed against your stomach. His big, thick cock that you’ve seen a million times and jerked off to more times than you can count.
“Watson, your hurt. Shouldn’t—"
