Page 62 of Tracking Wolfe

I felt Trace still, and then his lips curved into a smile against my skin. “Oh yeah? Your little gay awakening?”

I barked out a laugh, the sound obnoxiously loud in the small space. “No. That came earlier.”

He pulled back and met my eyes. “Tell me.”

My fingers threaded through his thick, wavy hair. “About the awakening or the jerking off?”

“Both. Obviously.”

Trace’s hands moved warm and strong up and down my sides, making it hard to concentrate.

The awakening was too precious to share. Not when I was aware that whatever this was between us was temporary. So I told him about the other.

“We were all out climbing Goat Rock. I went first. Papa was cheering me on, like he always does. I remember you had this smirk on your face like fond amusement. Then Dad said something to you I couldn’t make out, and the two of you started snickering. Papa called Dad a jackass, the way he does where he doesn’t mean it, so I figured Dad was teasing him for being so eager⁠—”

Trace’s face lit up. “I remember. I muttered something to Derek about whether Jude would ever see you as anything other than a chubby-cheeked toddler. Derek said no, then asked Jude if he wanted another baby since he still had a lot of overprotectiveness to give.”

I laughed. “As if Papa’s the overprotective one.”

Trace nodded and moved a hand up to thread through my hair. “That’s why I was laughing so hard.”

“Anyway, I saw you laughing in the sun. The harness was… doing things to your…” I cleared my throat. “…shorts, or whatever.”

Trace’s eyes widened, and so did his mouth. “Wolfe Marian. You dirty boy.”

“Shut up. I looked away and kept climbing. Made it to the top, which wasn’t easy. Then rappelled down⁠—”

“Your favorite part anyway,” he added.

I loved that he knew that about me. “Yeah. So when I got to the bottom, I was feeling that high, you know?”

His hands moved up to cup my face for a long, lingering kiss. “So you walked behind a tree and took care of business?”

“Basically, yeah.” My face was on fire, and I was pretty sure the blush was leaving ugly splotches over my neck and chest. I could only hope the dim light of the van hid the worst of it. “I could still hear you teasing Dad. Your voice made my skin break out in goose bumps, and I had this, like… sliver of a view between tree branches where I could see your leg muscles shift and tighten as you began your climb. Fuck.”

I was getting harder just remembering it. The desire to arch up into him was becoming impossible to ignore.

Trace’s fingertips skittered over my collarbones and shoulders, touching me the way I’d wished he could back then. I could tell by his knowing grin that he could see the streaky blotches of my blush just fine despite the dark.

His voice hit low in my belly as his fingers moved down the center of my chest, brushed too lightly against my nipples, and continued down to my hips before dipping down into my waistband. “Did you come for me, Wolfe? Out there in the mountains with the rest of us only a few yards away?”

My breath hitched. My cock was hard and aching, probably as hard as it had been that day when I’d been nothing but a raging ball of hormones and unfulfilled fantasy. I finally arched up into him. “I can’t… I need…”

He tilted his head while pressing his own hard cock down onto mine, his eyes dark and focused. “Tell me another time you watched me.”

The air pulled heavier into my chest as I struggled to think. “H-hawaii? One of the anniversary trips. Senior year of high school.”

Recognition widened his eyes. “Christmas.”

I nodded. He’d brought someone. A man named Gio. Trace’s total opposite in every way. Someone who hated the outdoors and probably had a twenty-step skincare regimen.

“I saw you,” I admitted, feeling a familiar curl of jealousy. “You and Gio were in the little alcove where the ice machine was.”

I could tell by the look on his face that he remembered. Gio on his knees. Trace’s head thrown back in pleasure. Thankfully, his eyes had been closed. Otherwise, I probably would have died right there on the spot from embarrassment.

Trace moved one hand up to cup my face and leaned his forehead down until it was pressed against mine. “I’m sorry you saw that.”

I clenched my back teeth against the whiny words that wanted to spill. “Was fine. Would have been hot as fuck if it hadn’t been… you know…” I pressed my palm in the center of his chest. “You.”