Chapter 76: Childhood friends only.
Someone poked his shoulder, and Gareth opened one eye expecting that Rusty was already awake, dressed, and leaning over him. He loved to see that smirk of satisfaction on his face after a night of orgasms.
Uncle Cletus.
Gareth’s eyes went wide, and he held in a curse. His head turned, and he prayed that Rusty wasn’t still in the sleeping bag naked with him. He was with his hand on Gareth’s chest. Great.
“Cletus?” Rusty’s voice, thick from sleep, had Gareth groaning. The man even sounded like they had fooled around last night.
“Ya boys need to get dressed and get downstairs.”
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Gareth explained quickly. Rusty’s hair was mussed, and he looked like Gareth had been running his fingers through the red locks. “We were sharing a sleeping bag to stay warm.”
“How did ya find us?” Rusty rubbed his eyes. “Why are ya here?”