“You did not,” I said with a laugh.
“Oh yes, I did. I was so over it.”
“Well, I’m glad you aren’t finding being stuck with me as distasteful.”
He smiled at me, tilting his head slightly. “I’m not finding being stuck with you to be distasteful in the least, Cap.” He wrinkled his brow and squinted at me. “Why does everyone call you Cap? Even Annie calls you Uncle Cap. That can’t be your given name. Is it short for something?”
“It’s a nickname I picked up in school. I was captain of the football team the year we won state. All the guys called me Cap and it stuck,” I said with a shrug. “Even my sister called me Cap, that’s where Annie got it.
“So everyone calls you Cap?”
“Everyone but my mother.”
“And what does she call you?”
“My name.”
He shook his head and laughed. “And that would be?”
“Devin. Devin Michael Roberts.”
He smiled and nodded. “I like it. You look like a Devin.”
We paid for our food, and Frankie helped me choose a stuffed unicorn for Annie. Then we started our walk back to the hotel. “I can’t believe it’s still snowing. I hope the roads are okay tomorrow,” he said.
“It’s supposed to be pretty warm, so I think we’ll be fine.” I watched as he walked along gazing up at the sky. He stuck his tongue out to catch the snow, and I was entranced. He spun around in a circle, laughing.
“I love the snow!” he exclaimed. I laughed at him, but then he caught his foot on something and started to fall. I lunged forward, catching him. “Oops,” he said, turning in my arms and looking up at me. From that angle he looked so sweet, and I had to have a taste. I slowly lowered my mouth, gently brushing my lips lightly across his. He leaned into me and released a sigh. Reaching up, he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me back down. “Devin, if you’re going to kiss me, then at least do it right.” He nipped at my lower lip and I was done for.
I jerked him against me and covered his mouth with mine. I teased his lips with my tongue until he opened for me. I slipped my tongue inside exploring every inch of his mouth. He tasted like sugar and coffee, and something else, something that made me think kissing him could be highly addictive. I could’ve kissed him forever, but some yahoo in the parking lot yelled, “Hey, get a room.” That broke the spell, and he pulled back. I released my hold on him.
“I guess we better get some sleep if we’re going to not only drive, but get the truck unloaded tomorrow,” I said.
“Yeah, when I let Ripley and Reed know we were stopping, they let the guys know we wouldn’t be there ‘till tomorrow. Looks like we should have plenty of help.”
Back up in the room, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. “It’s all yours,” I told him. He went in to do the same, and I quickly stripped down to my boxers and crawled into my bed. He came out dressed in an adorable pair of pajama pants with cats on them and a t-shirt. I couldn’t help but wonder what he had on under those pajama pants. Did he wear boxer briefs most days and save the silk and lace for special occasions? I found that was a rather disappointing thought. I preferred to think he had on something like the pink panties that were in his drawer. I had no idea that was something I would like, but just thinking about it was enough to make me hard. He dug a book out of his bag, and then crawled into the other bed.
“If you’re going to be awake for a while reading, I’m going to turn the television on. I before because I didn’t want to keep you up.” And there was no way I was going to go right to sleep like this. I needed a distraction.
“No problem. It won’t keep me awake, anyway. I’m not a light sleeper at all,” he said.
I turned on the television determined to watch the movie and not think about the man lying in the other bed—or what kind of underwear he had on.
Chapter 10
Frankie
I lay there in the bed and tried to focus on my book, but it wasn’t working. It wasn’t surprising. I hadn’t had sex since I'd arrived in River Gorge, and there was an incredibly sexy man lying in the bed, like, ten feet away from me. A very sexy man who knew how to kiss. I wondered if he was as good with his mouth in other areas. My cock stirred, and I cursed myself inwardly for thinking about it.
He sat there covered from the waist down with a sheet watching some cop show, but his bare chest was a thing of beauty. I’d always had a thing for big men, and Devin was nothing if not big. And that hairy chest... I loved that. He looked over at me and caught me staring. I should probably be embarrassed, but he smirked and I thought, fuck it.
“Devin.”
“Yes, Frankie?”
“Get over here.”
“Are you sure? You know with Annie and the shop, I don’t have time for—”
“Devin,” I said interrupting him. He stopped talking and looked at me, waiting. “I have a business to start and that’s going to require all of my time. I’m horny and you’re hot as fuck. Now get over here.”
He crooked an eyebrow at me and said, “Wow, way to make a guy feel special.” But he flipped the sheet off and stood up. He was wearing a snug fitting pair of black boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination, and his thick hairy thighs made my mouth water. I’d always been a thigh man.
I licked my lips as I ran my eyes up and down his body. “You get over here, and I’ll make you feel special.”
I lifted up the covers in invitation and he slid in next to me. “Someone in this bed is wearing way too many clothes,” he said sliding his hand up under my t-shirt.
“I’d say we both are.” I trailed my hand down his stomach and cupped his cock through the cotton of his briefs. He pushed my shirt up over my head, and I raised my arms so he could remove it. As soon as it was off, he pulled me against him and took my mouth with his.
“I love the feel of your skin against mine,” he said between kisses.
“Me too.” I tilted my head to the side and he moved to kiss his way down my neck. “Fuck, I love that.” My neck had always been sensitive and that spot where my shoulder and neck met, damn; a bite right there lit me up.
He lightly feathered his fingers down my side, and then ran them along the top of my pajama pants. If I weren’t so turned on, I would be mortified. Here I was, the king of sexy underwear, and I was in bed with Devin wearing cat pajamas. I moved my hips back to give him better access, and he slid his hand inside the top of my pants. When he realized I didn’t have anything on underneath he said, “Commando, huh?” And I swear he sounded a little disappointed.
I pulled my head back and looked at him. “You know, I don’t think the normal reaction to finding out a guy isn’t wearing any underwear is disappointment.” He blushed. I got the feeling I was missing something. “Devin?”
“I was kind of hoping for something a little more sexy,” he said, blushing even more.
“And nothing but skin isn’t sexy enough for you?” I asked, confused.
“Maybe yesterday, umm, when we were packing, I may have seen some of your other things.”