Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“You’re awfully quiet,” he said when he finally stepped closer. I reached out a hand to pull him into the shower and under the water.
He groaned as soon as the spray hit, and the sound echoed deep in my gut. I gave him about twenty seconds to appreciate the refreshing rinse before stepping into his personal space and wrapping my arms around him.
“I really am sorry,” I murmured against his ear. “For interfering without asking.”
While Bash had been wrong about me having serious feelings for Way—what we had was purely physical, as I’d told my friends—I did care about him as a human being. He deserved not to be railroaded by a practical stranger, and I had a tendency to take over. It was one of the reasons I was so successful in business. And also one of the reasons I wasn’t always successful in my personal relationships.
Besides which, I was starting to see that he’d been right earlier. I might be able to ease some of Way’s burdens temporarily, but what he truly needed was to make some permanent changes. And I wasn’t going to be here long enough to become part of those changes.
Way let out a breath. “No, I’m sorry for bitching at you—twice—when you only had good intentions.”
We stood together under the water for a few more beats before he reluctantly admitted, “I’m not used to accepting help.”
I let out a laugh and pulled back to meet his eyes. “You don’t say.”
He grinned and shoved me away from him before turning his back on me to face the hot spray. His ass was moon-pale and rounded with muscle. I wanted to fuck him so badly, but so far, our mutual orgasms had been limited to frantic frotting and sloppy blowjobs.
I pressed up against his back and wrapped my arms around him, running my hands across his abdomen and chest and pressing my cock against one of his plump ass cheeks.
His low groan filled the shower, making my dick even harder. I pressed it against him and reached for the soap to slick up his cock. Even though I wanted nothing more than to fuck him or even be fucked by him, I was perfectly happy rubbing off on him right now. My desire for him was too hot and desperate to stop and think about the optimal way to take him.
Instead, I worked as quickly as possible to get us both off, stroking him with one hand and myself with the other, periodically allowing myself a quick fuck in the shallow crevice at the top of his ass crack until my release came storming over me and shot long and sticky across his lower back.
He gasped and sputtered in the shower spray as his own orgasm hit, throwing his hands out to support himself against the wall.
I was beginning to think this shower was the key to my future happiness.
We both stood gasping for a few moments as the water rinsed the evidence of our desperate session from his skin.
Without turning around, Way straightened up and put his hands over mine on his chest. “Come with me to Three Daughters tomorrow?”
One side of my mouth twitched up. “I thought we’d already agreed that I was coming. I bought boots.”
Way turned in my arms. Instead of the teasing grin I expected or the flushed relaxation postorgasm, he looked serious. “No, that was me agreeing—not very nicely—to let you come. This is me asking. Please, Silas.”
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “If you want me, I’ll be there.”
I could tell from the tension in his body that this wasn’t just a regular hike or an item to check off his to-do list, but the story didn’t come until the next day when we were half a mile down a dirt path at the base of Three Daughters. We’d been hiking in silence for several minutes, so his voice took me by surprise.
“My dad died out here alone.”
I glanced over at him, but he kept his face forward as he continued speaking.
“He was one of those ‘do as I say, not as I do’ guys, you know? Told us not to drink and drive but said he could handle a few drinks before getting behind the wheel. Wouldn’t let us go swimming in the river alone but didn’t hesitate to go in himself at the end of a hot day.” Way took a moment to suck in a deep breath and let it out. “It was the last weekend of the hunting season, and he still hadn’t gotten his deer quota. Normally, I would have been with him, mostly to keep him out of trouble since he was known to drink while hunting, but I was in school down in Laramie.”
I didn’t want to do or say anything to stop his story, so I stayed quiet and simply listened.