Page 22 of Spark of Attraction

Which she’d already told me in the earlier texts. Or was there something she hadn’t included? I decided to keep it light. “Let me guess, she wants to rent your back field so she can keep alpacas?”

She laughed. “D’you know I wondered if she might ask that. She’s so passionate about her spinning.”

“She’s always needed to keep busy.” I stripped off my t-shirt and tossed it in the empty hamper. The grocery basket I kept my dirty clothes in at my place was overflowing. I really needed to do laundry one of these days, especially if I wanted to invite her over to my place again. Maybe if stopping off at her place became a regular event, I needed to keep a set of clean clothes here?

As I turned on the water, Ellie leaned against the door frame, watching me, mirroring what she’d done on the porch. “Your mom bought me a peace lily. Said it was a housewarming present.”

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow in a “gotcha” look that mirrored one her mother had given me when she caught me and Josh snitching some fresh-baked brownies she’d made for the school bake sale.

Then Ellie’s gaze lowered and laser-beamed on my crotch which made my cock twitch and harden at her attention. “Go on then. Don’t get all shy now. It’s not like I haven’t soaped up your Johnson before.”

I checked the water temperature, then stepped into the shower, but out of range of the spray. “Wasn’t that the plan this time?” I cocked an eyebrow at her. “And why are you still dressed?”

With a laugh, she lifted her shirt over her head, ditched her yoga pants, and stepped into the shower with me. Her breasts brushed my elbow as she bent to pump some liquid soap into her hand. I had to remind myself that my hands were still laden with oil and fiberglass so I shouldn’t play with those beautiful D-cup breasts until I’d fully cleaned up. So I grabbed the bar of soap on the soap rack and cleaned them off. It wasn’t as good as the orange stuff I used to get the worst of the grunge off but it wasn’t bad. I’d brought it over yesterday when I’d discovered her special soaps—like the one she was coating my chest with—did dick-all in cutting through grease.

I swore when her soapsuds-covered hands captured my dick and stroked my rigid shaft. My knees weakened, forcing me to lean against the tile as she tightened her hold and stroked faster, her thumb flicking over the sensitive head. The last time she’d jerked me off in the shower, she’d ended up on her knees, me coming in her mouth. This time, she leaned in, her breasts brushing my chest and whispered, “Let me watch you come.” Then she lifted my hand and placed it over hers. Her eyes widened, her pupils darkening, when I increased the pressure and stroked harder.

I placed my free hand on her breast and rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her breath stuttered and the rhythm of her hand around my cock would have been lost if I hadn’t been guiding its path. From the way her hips bucked, I figured she was close to coming herself, even without me touching her. That was enough to tip me over the edge. I barked out another curse and came hard, shooting a thick stream between us, coating us both.

Both of us breathing hard, I loosened my hand from over hers, and she released my still hard cock. She glanced down at it and raised an eye brow. “I’m impressed. It looks like you could go another round even now.”

After a quick duck under the shower to rinse off the remaining soap and ensuring my hands were indeed clean, I turned her around so her back pressed against the tile, lifted one of her legs at the knee and wrapped it around my waist. I caught her mouth with mine at the same time I thrust deep inside her.

Our moans mingled as my hips thrust a rapid pace, her sweet pussy clenching me, wet and welcoming. I reached between us and found her clit, thumbing it in a mixture of strokes until she came hard. Her calling my name was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, making me harder and ready to come again.

The bathroom door flung open, hitting the wall beside the shower. Josh stood there, his eyes widening, fist clenching and his brows lowering in anger. “Get off her, Walsh, you fucking bastard.”

Ellie squeaked and grabbed at the towel she’d hung over the shower stall, wrapping it around her and yelling, “Get out!”

Since Ellie had grabbed the only towel at hand, I stood there, buck-ass naked, my Johnson glistening with Ellie’s juices, still standing proud like the fucking CN Tower, though it was quickly retreating and would soon hang limp like a flag on a windless day.

“You motherfucking traitor!” Josh grabbed the shower door open and lunged for me. I don’t know if he deliberately pushed Ellie to the side or if she tried to intercept him, but she ended up smashing against the back wall of the stall, hitting her head on the tile, her feet going out from under her.

Keeping an eye on Josh to ensure he didn’t continue his assault, I knelt beside her, checking to ensure she hadn’t hurt anything.

Josh backed off, swearing how sorry he was, that he hadn’t meant to hurt Ellie. Right up until she got back on her feet, and then he started up with the questions about how the fuck could she betray him like this.

What the actual fuck. How had she betrayed him? I could see him coming after me, but going after his own sister and accusing her of betrayal? What had gone on during the Sunday brunch that she hadn’t told me about?

“Get out of my bathroom, Josh,” Ellie snapped. “In fact, get out of my house and don’t come back unless you’re invited.”

After I’d slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it this time, I checked her head for any cuts, but couldn’t anything, not even a hint of a goose egg. I held up one finger and, mimicking the television docs, told her to follow my finger and drew it back and forth. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to be seeing but I figured that as long as she tracked the movement, it might be a good sign. Still, I asked, “Do you need to see a doctor?”

“No, I’m fine.” She caught my hand and clutched it to her chest. “I’m sorry, Mal. I didn’t get a chance to tell them we were dating on Sunday. They were so caught up talking about the changes in this year’s tax codes I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”

Despite her protest that she was fine, I picked her up and carried her to her bed, ignoring Josh who was stalking the upstairs hallway, then returned to the bathroom where I grabbed my work pants, hopping as I pulled them on. I’d have to shower again but that was small potatoes compared to this situation.

As I headed back to Ellie’s bedroom, Josh faced me, his fists clenched, his entire face as red as his hair.

“Ellie told you to leave,” I growled.

“Not until I’ve had this out with Ellie. And you.”

Aware of Ellie getting dressed in the bedroom, and trying to spare her the venom in her brother’s voice, I narrowed my eyes at him and gestured toward the stairs with my chin. “Not here. Downstairs. On the porch.”

“What?” he sneered. “You think you need witnesses when I beat your ass?”

As if. Josh may have adrenaline and righteous anger going for him, but we both knew who would win in a fistfight and it wasn’t him. “Ellie needs to know this house is her safe zone and right now, you’re not keeping her safe. So if we’re going to get into this, we’re doing it outside.”

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