Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
It was an excellent trail—a long, winding loop recommended by a local ski shop, not too hard and not too boring. Zane was in excellent shape and was able to get up enough momentum on the flats to carry him over the small hills. He’d learned the stride motions well and was his usual eager achiever when taking on something new. There’d only been a few times we’d had to step aside to let others pass, but thankfully, no one had given us a second look.
“I’ve been enjoying the view myself,” I agreed.
Chuckling, Zane twisted at the waist so he could twine his arms around my neck. “Is that so? Because my booty’s been feeling the heat of your stare for the last mile or more. You’re not fooling anyone with those mirrored shades.”
“I’m not trying to.”
“It’s a good thing you can’t see my actual thighs, though. I think they’re purple from the chill.” He laughed again, and this time, I heard the tremor in it.
“Shit, Zane. Are you that cold?” It wasn’t particularly cold out, so I hadn’t expected our lack of ideal gear to be much of a problem, even after Zane’s tumble. But then again, I was a much bigger guy than he was. I hated that I’d been having so much fun I might have overlooked his tendency to get cold quicker.
“A little, but only when we go through the trees.”
“We’re almost back around to the vehicle. Give me half an hour, and we’ll get you warmed up and back home.”
He rolled his eyes and pulled away. “Bear, I’m not a delicate flower. I can handle a little cold.”
“Take my jacket. I’m a little overheated anyway.” It was a lie, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. “Wear it or tie it around your waist to keep the wind off of your thighs.”
“Bro.” Zane stuck his pole in the ground and began striding forward. “If you wanna warm me up, keep your eyes on my ass and help me think of a rhyme for ‘gonna make you come so hard you see stars.’”
My jaw dropped.
In all my years of practice and training, I didn’t think I’d ever enjoyed a morning of skiing so much…
And I suddenly couldn’t wait for it to be done.
As soon as we got back to the house, I low-key rushed him inside and straight to the shower, where I turned on the water from the multiple jets before peeling the clothes off him. Sure enough, his thighs were still red, and he was covered in goose bumps despite the heated drive back.
“If you get sick, I’m not taking the fall with Micki,” I muttered, rubbing up and down his legs with my hands.
His manager was a wonderful woman, and it was killing her not to be with him right now to make sure he took care of himself, but Violet had decided that the only people allowed to know Zane’s exact location were her, me, Lou, and Zane himself.
“P-poor Bear,” Zane mocked, despite his shivers. “Scared of Micki?”
“Hell yes. She’d kick my ass.”
“She would,” he admitted. “Because she’d know the only reason I’d have willingly strapped on skis was because you convinced me to try it.”
I pinched his ass before shoving him into the shower. “Get in there and stop running your mouth, Z. If you aren’t fully warmed up in the next five minutes, I’m going to break out that immune-support tea Kenji sent. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”
Zane hated tea, and Kenji knew it. But that didn’t stop the guy from forcing it on us every time Zane went on tour.
“There’s a very easy way to warm a man up, Bear,” he said matter-of-factly. He turned away from me and shook his pert little ass. “What rhymes with ‘Getting my pick plucked’? Hm.”
“I cannot wait to hear this song,” I teased, secretly thrilled he was giving me unspoken permission to join him in the shower. I began pulling off my clothes. “This must be the lyrical brilliance that made the Rolling Stone guy say your songs ‘weave a tapestry of raw emotion and inspiring imagery.’”
Zane laughed as hot water streamed down over his hair and shoulders. “I can’t believe you can quote my reviews.”
I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me. “Why don’t you put your hands on the wall and let me show you just how inspiring you are?”
As soon as he pressed his palms to the tile, I tilted a couple of the water jets to make sure he was still plenty covered by the warm spray.
And then I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks. His hole flexed automatically in response to my touch. “H-hey, what are you… ohh.”
My tongue came out to get a taste of him, just the inside of his ass cheek at first, but he could obviously see where I was going with it. I teased and licked and sucked until moving closer in to the whorl of sparse hair around his hole. Fantasies of fucking him, fingering him, stretching him out to ride my cock made my dick hard as fuck. I wanted to stand up and press him into the cold tile, impale him with my cock, and slam into him until he screamed for more.