Page 57 of Whiskey Neat

“That can be enough for now, don’t you think?”

Salem exhales slowly, nodding. “Yeah, it’s enough.”

EIGHTEEN

SALEM

Back at Indy’s house, we enter to find the whole crew there, gathered in the living room. Kit, Bane, and Ridley are playing a video game while Lowen and Jerryn are huddled together looking at Lowen’s phone.

“Hey, guys,” Indy says, pulling me into the room by the hand. “What’s going on?”

“Just chilling,” Kit says, handing his controller to Jerryn. “What about you guys? Where’d you go?”

“That place over in Clearbrooke,” Indy answers. “With the burgers.”

“Was it good?” Ridley asks, tilting his controller and stomping his foot as he narrowly avoids crashing his video game car into a building.

“It was,” I say. “The fries were excellent too.”

“Can’t wait to try Wren’s burger,” Ridley says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m sure it’s his burger you’re drooling over,” Kit teases.

Ridley only winks in response.

“We’ll be upstairs if anyone needs me,” Indy says, tugging me into his side. “But don’t need me, huh?”

The guys only wave at us, and I hear a distant “have fun” as we walk up the stairs. The memory of what we did here earlier twists through me, and my skin tingles in response.

In Indy’s room, I walk over to his bed and kick off my shoes, watching him as he removes his watch and his shoes too.

“How about a quick shower?”

I nod, standing again. “Together, I assume?”

Indy nods, licking his lips. “Yep.”

I have to fight back the gleeful yip dancing on my tongue. Have I fantasized a million times about a night of amazing sex finished by a steamy shower with lots of kissing? Maybe. And Indy is about to make that dream come true.

The whole interaction with him since we left work early has me a little shook. He’s a considerate lover without expecting reciprocity. Is that genuine or is it part of his technique to lure unsuspecting twinks in before he decimates them?

The part of me that’s been used and discarded a hundred times wants to keep my defenses up and not let myself fall for it or him, but the needy, lonely, desperate-for-a-connection part is lapping this up.

He tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it into a wicker hamper as he walks to the bathroom. Even his gait is sexy as fuck. Standing, I remove my shirt too. I appreciate the shower offer given my lack of underwear.

I hear the water running and my stomach flutters. I have to keep my cool, even though I want to bounce up and down screaming to anyone who’ll listen that Indy Hart wants to be naked with me.

As I unzip my jeans, Indy appears in the doorway of the bathroom in all his nude glory, looking a little uneasy.

“Something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “No. I, uh…” Indy drags his hand through his hair, his muscles flexing as he does. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

“Are you sure? Because you look a little nauseous.”

He cackles, sauntering over to me and pulling me close. “I’m sure. Come on.”

I follow him into the bathroom, now filled with steam and smelling of sandalwood. After kicking off my jeans, I step into the shower stall with him. It’s a tight fit, which seems to be okay with both of us as we rub together.

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