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Holt looked up at me. “Yeah, you were,” he murmured.
I stopped so I could kiss him. His lips were warm and inviting. He didn’t hesitate to open for me, letting me take control. His tongue curled around mine as he pressed his body closer before he suddenly pulled away.
“How is this so easy for you? You’re not freaked out about kissing me or being seen with me like this?”
“No, because it’s right.” I rested my forehead against Holt’s. “Being with the others might have felt good, but the way I feel when I’m kissing you, touching you, sucking you off? That is something completely new. I want to bottle it up and keep it inside me.” I gripped the back of his neck. “I can’t even describe how good it makes me feel, H.”
Holt’s eyes were pure fire. “You don’t have to, Watson,” he whispered.
“Come on.” I grabbed his hand, and we started walking again. “I was excited to meet you that night. I always wanted a brother.” I squeezed his fingers. “Even if you were a nerd.”
He yanked my arm. “Hey!” He chuckled. “You were surprisingly nice to me, even though I was scared of you.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, well, most kids our age weren’t nice to me, so I was prepared to have an asshole as a stepbrother.”
We walked through the broken-down gate and onto the overgrown track. I was sad to see the track had fallen on hard times and completely broken apart like this. I had won several races here as a kid and teenager before I moved up to the truck series. Had my first kiss under the bleachers at the age of fourteen with some random girl I met after a race, and spent countless Saturday nights here with my dad, stepmother, and Holt.
“You okay?” he asked. “You miss this place?”
I nodded. “Lots of good memories.” I walked us over to the first set of bleachers so we could sit down. “Had my first kiss here.”
“Of course you did.” Holt groaned.
I cupped his head and slid my mouth over his. “But my favorite memory will always be you, baby,” I assured him. “Lie down.” I patted my lap, afraid he wouldn’t do as I asked, but when he did, I happily combed my hands through his dark hair. “What about you, H? What’s your favorite memory?”
“When you finally kissed me.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That’s your favorite memory?” I whispered, as Holt grabbed my hand and brought it down to his lips.
“I waited a long time for you, Watson, so yes, it is.” He peppered kisses against my palm.
“Thank you.”
Holt twisted around to look at me. “For what?” he asked.
His eyes looked nearly green in the moonlight. “For never giving up hope,” I murmured. Holt rose into a sitting position, then climbed into my lap. “Oh, I like this a lot.” I grinned. He hooked his hands behind my neck. “You getting frisky with me, baby?”
“I love you, Watson James.” Holt rested his head on my shoulder. “I don’t care if you never say it back. I just need you to know that I always have, and I always will.” His breath was hot against my skin.
I wrapped my arms around him, willing myself to say it back. Because I did. I did love Holt. I just... I never even told my mom I loved her. Just always “me, too,” or “same.” Never “I love you.” Was that weird? Probably.
Holt began tracing circles with his fingers against my back. “This is a dream, right?” he said softly. “A crazy dream that I’ll have to wake up from but don’t want to.” He sounded sad.
“Not a dream, H. I’m yours, I promise.”
“No more pit bunnies.”
I squeezed him closer. “No more pit bunnies,” I assured him.
We sat there wrapped up in one another for what felt like hours. Kissing, touching, and talking in hushed voices, knowing we wouldn’t have time like this once we left for Nashville in the morning. When we finally agreed it was time to leave, Holt’s lips were swollen from my kisses, and I could see burn marks from the stubble on my face against his skin.
On the drive home, Holt fell asleep, his head pressed against the glass, and I didn’t have the heart to wake him. Instead, I took it upon myself to unbuckle him from the car so I could carry him inside as if he weighed nothing. I only stopped to unlock the front door, thankful our parents were sleeping. We had spent the past few days in his bed, but this time I wanted Holt in mine, even if it just meant sleeping. I removed his shoes before stripping off his clothes to leave him in nothing but his briefs.
I stepped back to gaze at his perfect body, wondering how I never realize just how beautiful he was until recently. Holt’s body was lean from all the running he did, but his arms and legs were muscular from carrying tires over the years, and I had the sudden urge to sink my teeth into his calves, stake my claim on what was mine. His stomach was flat, and I could count the faint abs lines where my own were more defined. My cock jerked in my shorts at all the dirty things I wanted to do to him. If I had known Holt Walker was my kink, I wouldn’t have waited so long to get him in my bed.
I quickly lost all my clothes, made sure my door was locked, and then joined him in bed, wrapping myself around him. His scent, his warmth, the sound of his soft breathing. It was all too familiar and everything I needed to lull me to sleep.
