Rogue had been just about ready to ease onto the bed when he was pulled away and into a bathroom that was about as big as the bedroom out there.
With a flip of the switch, Wrath changed the overhead lights to dim, sending a sexy soft glow through the room.
The beat of Gravity sung by Sara Bareilles swept through the room. The song was on low volume, but he heard it. He didn’t know Wrath was such a romantic.
“Ah, not that one,” Wrath muttered with a laugh and lifted the remote on the side table, but Rogue stayed his hand.
“Leave it,” Rogue said, drawing Wrath into his arms.
“No,” Wrath said with a husky laugh. “That isnotour song.”
“We have a song?” Rogue couldn’t help but smirk when the sound of Perfect by Ed Sheeran started playing.
“Now, where were we?” Wrath tossed the remote with a clatter on the table and took his hand.
A hot tub sat off to one side and he thought that was the goal, but it was to the massive shower with black inlaid tile that Wrath pulled him to and flipped on the water.
With quick, efficient hands, Wrath removed the bandage and stepped beneath the warm water to beckon him with a come-hither look tossed over one shoulder.
Rogue could do nothing but follow with his gaze glued on Wrath’s flexing ass. The light dusting of hair on the man’s legs almost matched the color on his head. Blond strands fell just at the man’s shoulders, and Rogue stepped up to bury his face into the sexy mess.
They shouldn’t be doing this.
He shouldn’t get involved with Wrath, a man who thought they were “perfect” together.
He pulled back from Wrath, causing the man to pause and search his gaze.
A lump grew in Rogue’s throat and Wrath seemed to sense his hesitation. With slow strokes, Wrath caressed his chest, then arms, and finally, the bunched muscles at his shoulders. All the while, Wrath brushed his naked skin against him, along with the sound of the water raining down and heavy steam filling the room, and Rogue was a goner.
The fight went out of him and with a low groan, he gave in.
Wrath kissed him as if his life depended on it, as if his kiss was the answer to his prayers—aching as if the man would die without his taste.
The song changed to Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur and the kiss turned wild and hungry and Rogue moaned into Wrath’s mouth.
Pulled beneath the water, the warm spray ended his overthinking. He was pushed against the cool tile and when Wrath sank to his knees and cupped his ass cheeks, Rogue sank his fingers into the man’s darkened and wet hair.
“Wrath…” he breathed the man’s name just as his cock was kissed.
Wrath glanced up and slowly slipped his warm wet mouth over the head of his cock. Rogue wanted to drive into Wrath’s mouth so badly that he shook. It took every ounce of willpower to stay still. Wrath laved at the crown, sending pulsing heat through his gut and balls.
His dick was sucked, laved, and consumed like never before and he was left on his toes when Wrath finally eased back. Gasping, he blinked open his eyes. He’d been on the verge of release, and he growled at being denied.
Wrath slipped up his body and aligned their cocks with a soapy hand.
“Sweet fucking hell,” he snarled and gripped Wrath’s hair in a savage fist. He closed his other hand around Wrath’s and squeezed their cocks together.
Their eyes met, gazes locked, and Wrath took his mouth in a hungry kiss just as Rogue felt his dick explode.
Wrath didn’t let up that tight twisting stroke and after another second, the man’s pupils blew wide. The cock in his hand pulsed and Wrath came with a low groan, breathing hard.
“That was to take the edge off,” Wrath murmured against his mouth and then grabbed the soap.
Rogue plucked the soap from the man’s hand and proceeded to wash them both, careful of Wrath’s wound.
Several minutes later, after toweling off and rewrapping Wrath’s stitches, Rogue’s back hit the bed and he was pushed flat.
Wrath was roaming up and over him. He wanted to be inside of Wrath on the one hand, but on the other, he wanted Wrath inside, taking him hard and fast.