Firefly Lane (Briar County 1)

“Nope,” Holden replied, liking the sound of this more and more.

“Me neither. I messaged Lindsey and Wyatt; told them I’d be out tonight.”

“You trying to get me in trouble by keeping me out all night?” Holden teased. He liked this, bantering back and forth with Roe this way.

“A little mischief is always good.”

Goddamn this man for making Holden like him.

They made a quick stop at the market and grabbed some premade food, drinks, ice, and a Styrofoam cooler.

Roe drove out of town limits, down a quiet road where rarely another car passed them and there was nothing but land and trees, before turning off onto a gravel road that was so hidden, he almost didn’t see it. There was a gate, but Roe didn’t seem to mind—just left the truck running, got out, opened it, and drove in.

“I’ll get it.” Holden closed it behind them, and then Roe was driving down the pothole-filled lane. “Where you taking me?”

“To the old Silver property. It’s been vacant since I was a kid. They had the house torn down, oh…can’t remember for sure. Three or so years ago? They still own it, but they don’t do much with it. Not sure why they left either. When the house was still standing, it was a party spot for high schoolers. Right now it’s just trees and open field. Butts up against Briar Lake, but this side of it is quiet.”

“You really did want to get me alone,” Holden joked.

“Yeah, suppose I did, but don’t forget, this was your idea.”

And it was a good one, as far as Holden could see.

Roe turned off the gravel and into an overgrown field surrounded by trees. He didn’t go far before killing the engine.

They paused for a moment, Roe tracing the steering wheel with the tip of his index finger as if unsure. “This is kinda exciting. First the barn and then out here. I’ve never fucked my way around Harmony before. Sure, bathrooms in bars and shit, but that wasn’t here.”

“Look at you, being all naughty. You like being dirty in your hometown? Where everyone sees you as the nice man who will do anything to help others, but really, you’re a fuck machine that wants to blow your load right under their noses?”

“The one who’s gay, a fact they conveniently forget since there’s no man.”

While Holden was there, there was, so he said, “Come here,” at the same time leaning toward Roe.

They met in the middle with a rough kiss, the hard press of mouths, thick body against thick body, scruff rubbing against scruff. Jesus, did Roe Covington go straight to his head. The man made him crazy, made his blood overheat and his cock stiffen until it was painful and Holden was damn near out of his mind with lust.

He nipped at Roe’s lips, tried to work through why this man affected him so much, why this felt different, but then Roe peppered kisses down his neck and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Holden tilted his head back to give Roe better access. “Who said something’s the matter?”

“You didn’t have to. I can feel it in your body language.” His teeth grazed Holden’s skin.

“Nothing. Get out of the truck. I want to suck you out there, in the middle of the damn field, while you wonder if anyone can see you…see us…”

Roe fucking trembled, and it felt amazing to be the one to make him do that.

They scrambled to get out of the vehicle, like the moment would be taken from them if Holden didn’t get on his knees right then. As soon as they reached each other behind the truck, Holden held his face, took his mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside. Roe smelled like soap, some kind of…fuck, cedar with a tinge of sweat beneath it. He fucking loved that, the feel and smell of a man against him.

He pressed his hand over Roe’s thick bulge. “God, I love cock. I can’t wait to get this in my mouth.”

“Why don’t you do it, then?”

Holden leaned back slightly, and Roe gave him a half grin that made his dick twitch, made him lean in and press his lips to Roe’s, wanting to know what his smile tasted like.

Then…then he knelt.

He made quick work of Roe’s button and zipper, then tugged his jeans and briefs down his legs. Roe’s cock was dark and swollen, fat, with a pearl of liquid at the tip that Holden brushed off with his finger before licking it from there.

“Christ, Holden, you’re sexy. Pull yourself out too. I wanna see your cock.”

He did as Roe said, opening up his pants and tugging his aching dick free.

He ran his hands up and down Roe’s thick, hairy thighs, as Roe said, “So fucking hot like this.” Roe grabbed the base of his prick, angling it toward Holden’s needy mouth. He opened up, and Roe pushed inside. Holden tasted the salt on his skin as his lips stretched around the thick erection. “Hell yes.”