Chapter Eleven James

Rowan had been gone for nearly five minutes when he finally returned to the living room and delivered the news.

?"Uh… there's no bed in that room," he said, his face flushed.

?"Oh," I replied, not really sure what to say. "So… what"s in there then?"

?He turned even redder. "It's… It's…"

?I was getting concerned. "Is it a body?"

?Rowan shook his head.

?"Is it something we need to call the police about?"

?He shook his head again. "It's uh… a sex swing."

?"WHAT?!"

I was on my feet before I could help myself, my injured foot giving out beneath me. Rowan caught me and pulled me back to my feet.

?"You can't walk on that, remember?"

?"Show me the sex swing!"

?"What? No! That's gross!"

?"Then I'll walk myself!"

?I started to try, but he pulled me off my feet easily, scooping me into his arms as he scolded me. But when he saw that I wasn't giving up, he sighed and looked away.

?"If I show you… will you please behave?"

?I wasn't gonna lie, I kinda liked it when he scolded me. "Alright, I promise," I said, holding up three fingers on my right hand. "Scout's honor."

?"This is so fucking embarrassing," he grumbled as he carried me toward the door.

?"Don't be embarrassed. It's not your cabin."

?"No… but Adam didn't tell me this place was his sex den." He sighed again. "Why would he let me stay here?"

?"Because he's a good friend trying to help you out," I replied, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "A sex swing is just a bonus."

?Rowan grumbled some more, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. However, I was practically writhing with anticipation as he pushed open the bedroom door with his foot. My eyes widened as my gaze came to rest on the first sex swing I'd ever seen in person.

?It was a lot bigger than I expected. Someone had gone through the trouble of installing hard points in the ceiling, attaching them to the rafters above the drywall. Four eye hooks extended down connected to carabiners and straps that held the large leather swing in place.

?I just stared and stared, not quite believing what I was seeing. "Wow," I heard myself say. "This is pretty fucking awesome."

?"It's weird."

?"Why is it weird?" I asked, turning back to Rowan. "It's a swing meant for sex. If anything, it just means fewer bed sheets that need to be washed."

?"Isn't this some weird BDSM thing?" he asked. "Shouldn't there be whips and handcuffs and stuff?"

?"Only if you're kinky."

?"I'm not," he replied flatly, clearly not amused by any of it.

?"You sound boring," I joked. "Now put me in the swing."

?"What?! No!"

?"Oh come on!" I begged, putting on my best puppy dog eyes. "I've always wanted to try one!"

?Rowan's face turned as red as a beet. It took me a moment to realize what he thought I was saying.

?"I'm not asking you to fuck me," I burst out laughing. Of course, I had a feeling I wouldn't mind if he did, but that was a fantasy I didn't want to entertain while I was in his arms and my dick was less than a foot from his face. "I just want to sit in it and see if it's comfy!"

?"Do I have to?" He sounded so put out.

?"Yes! Doc said you had to take care of me and I won't get better if you don't put me in the sex swing."

?"Oh my god…"

?"You signed up for this," I reminded him. "When you texted me to hang out. This is the friendship deal."

?"Talk about fine print," he muttered.

?With all the gentleness of a lover, Rowan placed me in the sex swing, careful to make sure my injured foot didn't bump anything. Of course, as soon as I was in it, I put my hands through the handles and my feet up in the stirrups, my ass spreading wide under the thin fabric of my shorts. And the moment I was in that position, my gaze came to rest on Rowan and those brown eyes of his. My cock began to thicken, and I was just about to pull my legs down when Rowan's gaze zeroed in on my groin.

?For a moment I thought he was just staring at my bulge. But then I felt a sort of cool draft. It was with a sinking heart that I remembered I'd neglected to wear underwear on our hike. I glanced down, noticing that the tip of my cock had escaped the shorts and sat there pulsing against my thigh.

?"Uh…" I muttered, suddenly terrified of what I'd done.

I tried to pull myself free of the stirrups, but of course my feet got stuck and I was left to struggle helplessly, my cock slipping further and further out of my shorts with every movement.

?My heart was beating a million miles an hour and my face burned with embarrassment. It was one of those rare moments in my life where I was so overwhelmed that I wished I could just disappear. And all the while, Rowan's eyes were zeroed in on my thickening cock that slipped further and further out of my shorts.

?"Fuck…" I whimpered, trying to pull my injured foot free. The movement caused a streak of pain and I winced.

?However, my show of pain seemed to snap Rowan out of his fixation.

?"Let me help you," he said, stepping forward.

?"I can get it–"

?"Stop," he commanded, cutting me off.

?My gaze snapped up to him, the intensity in his eyes turning me on even more. I was a bit of a sucker for dominance. My skin tingled as he grabbed my ankle and pulled it out of the stirrup and placed it gently on his shoulder. I was extremely aware of his bulge pressed against my ass and I shivered with delight.

?"You're going to hurt yourself doing that," he said, pulling my other ankle free. "I don't want you in pain."

?"Sorry," I replied, desperately grabbing my shorts and yanking the legs down to hide my shame. "I wasn't trying to–"

?"It's fine," he replied, keeping his gaze clear of my crotch. "It was an accident."

?"Right…"

?God, I'd never been so fucking embarrassed in my entire life. Being coy was one thing and flirting was another. But I'd never resorted to just flashing my cock at guys to get them to like me. And being so turned on didn't help either. Granted, most of it was just the sex swing and the compromising position it put me in. But I couldn't deny that Rowan was doing something to me as well.

?At that moment, I almost wanted him to take advantage of me. He could give me orders and tell me to please him. Then he could use my body for his own pleasure. Honestly, that would've been really fucking fun and incredibly hot.

?Stop.

?Rowan had leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. It was the only way he could get me back out of the swing. As he carried me out of the room, I became only too aware of the fact that my hard-on was grinding against his shoulder. There was no way he didn't know how I was feeling, he just might not know the entire reason for it. However, I didn't need to be fantasizing about him and making it worse.

?"I'm gonna put you down on the couch," he muttered. "If you want, we can watch a movie or something before bed."

?"Yeah," I said, trying to act like everything was okay. "Probably best I sleep out here tonight."

?"If you're tired, I'll take you to the bed. You need better rest if you're going to heal and this couch fucking sucks."

?"Where will you sleep?"

?"Out here."

?"You can't do that!"

?I felt him sigh beneath me. "It's fine."

?"No," I barked, patting him on the back. "Absolutely not. I won't let my issues rob you of a good night's sleep. I'll survive a night or two on the couch."

?"You're annoying," he said, sighing again. "There's no arguing with you, is there?"

?"I won't let you sleep on the couch," I repeated defiantly.

?"Fine," he said, carrying me toward the bedroom. "Then we'll both sleep in the bed."

?I tried to open my mouth to argue, but I found myself unable to make a sound. My body betrayed me. I knew I should decline his offer. Two men sleeping in the same bed, especially after what had just happened… well, that had some weird connotations. And yet, I couldn't force myself to argue. No matter what I came up with, it wouldn't get me through the impasse we found ourselves at. I wouldn't allow him on the couch and he wouldn't let me stay there either.

?So I guess sharing a bed was our only choice. My heart leaped at the thought, but my brain began to spiral.

?How was I going to sleep with such a beautiful man inches away from me that I couldn't help fantasizing about? The couch might've been lumpy, but at least I wasn't rock hard from thinking about having its dick up my ass.

?By the time Rowan placed me on the bed and went to brush his teeth, my brain was a maelstrom of sexy and yet problematic fantasies.

?I had no idea how I was going to get through this weekend.

?None of this would've happened if I'd just worn some damn shoes.