Page 88 of The Darkness Within

Stripping down to nothing, I kick my clothes aside in a heap and step into the shower stall. It’s barely big enough for one let alone two grown men, but that doesn’t stop Nash from joining me. He takes the bar of soap from my hand and his big arms come around me to suds my chest and stomach. His hands glide over my nipples, sending shivers dancing down my spine, and then he soaps my hips before moving down to my dick. The slippery glide of his hand makes my shaft thicken quickly, and he sets the bar of soap aside so he can double fist me, gently pulling back my foreskin. The constant, squeezing pressure of both his big hands is the sweetest torture. Drops of pearly liquid gather at the tip, mixing with the soap on his next pass.

“Ugh, don’t stop.”

His chin rests on my shoulder so he can watch. I can feel the hard shape of his dick slide through my cheeks. He thrusts in sync with the pumping of his hands, rubbing over my hole with the slightest pressure. The combination drives me insane. The head of his cock slides down my crease, over my taint, and bumps against my balls, making them ache to release. Nash sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I can’t hold back another second. The bite of pain pushes me over the edge of ecstasy, and thick white ropes erupt from my slit, painting the tiled wall.

As soon as I finish, his hips stop moving, and he nuzzles my neck with wet kisses. “That was sexy as fuck.”

“It felt incredible. Did you finish?”

“I, uh…” I turn when he hesitates to finish his sentence. He’s soft, so he must have finished. “I lost it,” he says sheepishly, and I can see that he feels embarrassed.

Fuck that. “We talked about this, Nash.”

“I know.”

“What did we say?”

“We said that it doesn’t matter, that we’re partners and we’re in this together.”

“Exactly. What else?”

“I don’t know, Brewer, I’m frustrated as fuck. What did we say?”

“We said that we would find alternatives. There’s not just one way to love each other and be intimate.”

“Yeah, we did say that,” he agrees halfheartedly.

“Let’s get washed off before we run out of hot water, and then we can crawl into bed and cuddle.”

“Cuddle?” He snorts. “We’re two grown men. Battle-scarred veterans. Recovering addicts. We don’t cuddle.” He says it like it’s a derogatory word.

“Oh no? Then, what do you call it when two men lie beside each other in bed and hold each other close, steal each other’s heat, with roaming hands and kisses?” I step aside so he can stand under the spray. “And let’s not forget about the kitten, who will undoubtedly be joining us.”

“Marinating, macerating, steeping…”

“What’s with all the cooking terms? Are you hungry?” He glares when I laugh.

“Fine, it’s cuddling,” he grumbles under his breath.

Ihaven’t been home for five whole minutes before my roommates start with their bullshit.

“Hey, look who it is! The honeymooners are home,” Nacho teases.

“Did you come back married? Pregnant?” Tex jokes.

“Welcome home,” Miles grunts, surprising me, because really, that’s a lot of words for him.

The entire drive home, I feared this. I don’t like to be the center of anyone’s attention. Makes me twitchy, as if ants are crawling beneath my skin.

Tex rushes forward and relieves me of my plant and my cat. “Leif, Valor, I missed you so much.”

He scoops them up and presents me with his back, completely ignoring me, as if he never spared me a single thought the entire weekend. As if he prefers the company of my plant over me. He’s so full of shit. It’s not like I would say he’s my best friend or anything because I don’t do best friends anymore. Not after Victor. But I can admit the tiny Texan is beginning to grow on me.

“Do whatever you have to do to settle in and unpack because the guy I bought the truck from is dropping it off in an hour, and you volunteered to help me clean it out.”

Nacho tosses me a rag and a bottle of some sort of all-purpose cleaner, and I have to drop my duffel bag to catch it.

“I volunteered? I wasn’t even here,” I point out.

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