Hello all! I've joined some fab authors in writing a round robin story called Different Tracks. The authors are Sophie Bonaste, Brynn Stein, Grace Duncan, Suki Fleet, Elizabeth Noble, Kim Fielding, and Lane Hayes. A new chapter will be posted every Monday and Thursday, so make sure to check the sidebar for the schedule and links. As the story grows, I might move it to it's own section.Here are the links to the current chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Peter woke up with a sappy smile on his face. Last night had been amazing, evident by the way his body ached as he stretched. His ass was especially sore. Memories of last night warmed him all over despite the air conditioning cooling his bare skin. A small moan escaped him when he thought of Xander’s hands all over him, the way Xander’s teeth had nipped at his skin, the feel of Xander’s soft lips against his, and the taste of his mouth. Peter couldn’t remember the last time he’d been fucked so good. With a grin on his face, Peter blinked open his eyes. His smile promptly faded.
Xander was gone.
Peter sat up and sighed. Xander’s absence wasn’t a surprise. However, the feeling of disappointment flooding through Peter was. What the hell had gotten into him? He’d never done anything so bold. Casual hookups weren’t his thing. Neither was coming onto a guy he barely knew. He’d tried his best to ignore Xander in the car as he sat there beside Peter, dripping wet, but then Xander had gone and taken off his shirt, and Peter had been mesmerized by Xander’s inked skin. His fingers had itched to touch, to run over every inch of smooth surface, over every curve and dip.
“I’m such an idiot.” He got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up. What was it about Xander that made him feel so reckless? Did he really want to find out? It was obvious Xander wasn’t interested in anything more than what they had last night, and as great as it was, Peter wasn’t looking to become any guy’s occasional lay. His head was telling him it was better this way. Why try to pursue someone who didn’t want to be pursued?
After finishing up in the bathroom, Peter got dressed and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast. As he did, he realized he didn’t even have Xander’s number. Speaking of phone, his cell rang and he checked the screen. It was Jo. He was tempted to ignore it, but he knew better. Jo had a way of getting information out of him one way or another.
“Hey.” He braced himself.
“So… where were you two last night? Mr. J said you guys didn’t make it because of the weather.”
“Yeah, it was getting pretty bad out there, so I told Xander it would be okay if we didn’t go.”
There was a pause then a sigh. “Are you really going to make me drag it out of you? Because you know I will.”
Peter worried his bottom lip. He knew he could trust Jo not to say a word, and considering how he had no idea what his next course of action should be, confiding in her might help. Jo always seemed so confident, like she knew exactly what she wanted all the time and how to get it. Maybe he was overthinking this. “We slept together.” There was a high-pitched squeal at the other end and Peter chuckled. “I’m glad you approve.”
“Was it amazing?”
“Better than.” Something in his voice must have given him away, because Jo’s tone when she next spoke reflected her concern.
“He didn’t stick around.”
“No,” Peter sighed. He carried his mug of coffee to his kitchen table and took a seat. “He was gone when I woke up. Guess that’s that then.”
“That’s that? You had amazing sex with a hot guy who you really like, and that’s that?”
Peter arched an eyebrow despite the fact Jo couldn’t see him. “I’m not exactly sure what it is you think I can and should do. The guy left before I woke up. He didn’t even want to see me. I don’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like I was going to propose or anything. Either way, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this. It was one night.”
“Uh-huh. And when you see him on Saturday?”
If I see him. Then again, Peter doubted Xander would go against a court order just to avoid some guy he’d had a one night stand with. “I’ll play it by ear, see how he reacts. I don’t want things to be awkward.”
“A little late for that.”
“Thanks,” Peter muttered.
Jo let out a soft laugh. “Look, just talk to the guy. It’ll be fine.”
“Thanks.” They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Peter hung up. He wished it could be that easy. What was he supposed to say? He let his head fall against the table with a groan. Six more days until he saw Xander again. The wait would either help him clear his head or drive him crazy. Knowing him, it would most likely be the latter.
Check in with Sophie on Monday for Part 9!