Ruthlessly His Read Free

an eye. “In this instance, the rumors are correct,” he laughs. “Let’s just say that it’s been a while.” Colt looks at me. There’s something in his eyes. I can’t tell what it is. He squeezes my leg and stands up. “So where do you want me?”
    I stutter, “What? What do you mean?”
    “For the photographs,” he says. “You’re getting a bit skittish. What happened to the no-nonsense guy that was giving me shit in the living room, heh?” Colt gives me a friendly punch on the arm. He plays rough.
    I stand up. “Hey, I’m just relaxing,” I say, realizing my response doesn’t even make sense.
    “Let’s get to it.” He smiles at me. “I’ll warn you. I don’t think I’m going be a very good subject right now.” His large shoulders loosen a little. It’s starting to get dark outside. My mind drifts off for a second and when I arrive back in the room I swear he’s checking out my ass.
    “No, no,” I say. “You’ll be a great subject. You’re like a ball of pure emotion.”
    He grins. “Is that what you’d call it. I feel like a crushed bug. Small, dead.”
    “I don’t think you’re bad at sharing, Colt. That was almost poetic,” I say.
    His eyes actually light up for the first time and it flips my stomach. “I don’t know much about photography,” he says, “but I know the lighting in here is terrible.”
    “What room is better?” I ask.
     
    * * *

His upstairs bathroom has a heated stone floor. It’s as big as his living room. There’s a large walk-in shower and a row of fluffy towels. Colt got changed on his way upstairs and is standing by the radiator in slacks and a crisp blue shirt. I stare at him through my camera. “You should roll up your sleeves,” I say.
    “I’m terrible at that,” he says. “Could you roll them up for me? Nancy used to do it.”
    I set my camera down on the toilet seat lid. His shirt feels expensive between my fingers. I start to fold his shirtsleeves. Out of habit from cuffing previous lover’s shirts, I gently push my crotch against his thigh. He doesn’t react so I do the same while cuffing his other side. I feel comfy against him. His large powerful body is like a bed. He’s starting to open up a little too.
    I’m back behind my camera now, taking shots. He stands in front of the white wall and stares back at me. I guide him through the usual poses. He looks at me over his shoulder. He’s smiling and enjoying himself. I walk up to him and ask, “How about something risqué?”
    “Risqué?” he asks.
    “Yeah. A photo just for you.”
    “I don’t know,” he says. Did his cheeks just flush?
    “You have a fit body, you don’t want to capture that?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “I mean , if you’re afraid, that’s no problem.” I bite my tongue and grin.
    “That’s how you’re gonna play it,” he says. “Fine.” He undoes two buttons and says, “Better?”
    “It’s a start.” I stick out my tongue.
    “I’ve heard about this kind of photo shoot. Where the girl gets taken advantage of.”
    “You think I could take advantage of you?” I ask.
    “Well, I am emotional.”
    “You’re a tough guy with a soft center, Colt. I don’t know why Nancy would leave that.”
    “She wasn’t very good at getting to my center, I guess,” he says.
    I wonder what the inside of his mouth feels like. I’m feeling cocky and since he’s been open with everything so far, I just go for it.
    “Colt,” I say, “Did you ever stray from your marriage?”
    “I wish I did. I’ll tell you that much.” So I’ve got a delicious, hunky straight guy in front of me with a lot of pent up sexual aggression.
    Noted.
    “Did you ever model?”
    “I used to get offers, back when I played football. But I couldn’t tell which jobs were for legit modeling and which ones were for gay porn modeling.” He laughs. “I should have been more adventurous in my youth but everyone thinks that. How about you?” He’s definitely flirting with