Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“You can’t hide behind alcohol this time, Jake.”
He forced his fingers a little deeper and nipped at my bottom lip. “I wanna fuck your tight little ass till you can’t walk. How’s that for hidin’?”
Jesus Christ. I flushed all over and shuddered.
We were gonna fuck. That was happening. I’d never been fucked before. I’d dreamed about it, fantasized, jerked off to the thought…and now it was gonna happen.
What the hell were we doing in the tub? We should be in bed.
“Stand up.” I kissed him quickly and eased away from his hand. “I wanna taste your cock before we take this to the bed.”
The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know about what he thought of my plan.
I was fairly certain I’d read hair conditioner could be used as lube. Probably not recommended by any professionals, but… Wait. Fuck that! The salad we’d ordered had come with a packet of olive oil. I was a goddamn genius.
Once I was off Jake’s lap, he stood up and reached for the showerhead. I didn’t wait. I didn’t give a fuck about the suds sliding down his body. I kneeled in front of him and gripped his cock—
“Hold on, darlin’.” Okay, he cared. He turned on the water and washed off.
Whatever. I was on a mission. I sucked him into my mouth and got a shower in the process. He cursed and combed his fingers through my hair, so I looked up at him as he shifted the showerhead away from me.
“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
Keep talking. His voice when he was turned on was so goddamn hot. All low and whiskey-like.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured.
I obeyed.
He moved the showerhead over me and rinsed me of suds.
I swirled my tongue around him and sucked a little harder at the slit. I just wanted a taste. It’d been too long.
“Jesus fuck,” he breathed. “I gotta last—Roe.” He slipped a hand under my jaw and nudged me away.
Fucker!
I wasn’t ready. I wanted to fucking worship him. Something messed-up was happening with my mind-set, but I just wanted to give him everything. Bend over for him, suck him till he came down my throat, make him come so hard he’d never forget it.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply.
“Let me do this,” he said quietly.
Do what?
He handed me the showerhead, then picked up the packaged soap bar from the edge.
Really? Right now?
“You did it in Vegas,” he said.
I remembered.
I stood there, needy as fuck, and tried to summon some patience. Apparently he was gonna wash me like I’d done to him in Vegas. To be fair, we’d been sweaty as fuck after a night in a club back then. We’d been sticky with salt, lime, and spilled tequila.
Today, we’d only had a leisurely dip in the Pacific.
I looked up at him as he began sliding the soap over my torso and shoulders.
He watched what he was doing with an expression that…made me realize this was even more to him. I had no fucking clue what he’d been through since Vegas, and it would do me good to pay attention. He had his own way of processing and coming to grips with things.
A wave of empathy washed over me, and I reached up and kissed him softly.
He gave me a quick little smile and pulled me to him, and then he glided two soaped-up fingers between my ass cheeks.
“I think you have a thing for my ass.”
He smiled again. “I’m mildly obsessed.”
That was honest.
I touched his cheek. “You know I’m here for you, right? If you wanna talk about something.”
He nodded once and returned his attention to my body. “I’m workin’ on it.”
With so many uncertainties about later swirling in my head, I was satisfied with that answer. Jake and I balanced precariously on an edge we couldn’t fall off. If we tipped one way, I would go back to emotional misery. If we tipped the other way, we’d face decisions I guessed neither of us was ready to make.
Moments later, when we were both showered and sufficiently riled up from all the rubbing and massaging, we carefully left the tub. I bet there was more water on the floor than in the tub, and a sad little towel was swimming on the tiles.
Jake wrapped a dry towel around me and held me close to him.
I slipped my hands up his back, and we met in a kiss.
“No falling on our asses now.”
He grinned and shook his head. “We’ve hurt ourselves enough for one day.”
Definitely.
We left the bathroom, and I dragged the towel carefully over my body, avoiding the worst bruises. The tape around my fingers had survived the bath, and at least they didn’t hurt as much now. Tape worked better than the dumb brace thing.