Page 65 of Waves of Fury

Yeah, he’s lots older than me, but this man really does it for me.

Really, really, really does it.

His eyebrow arches up as he skates his gaze over my moving hand but doesn’t say a word. The unspoken conversations between us are sometimes the loudest. It turns him on watching me do this in front of him. After he scrubs his pits for a third time, he drops the soap and prowls over to me. I groan when his massive hand curls around mine as he takes over.

“Fuck,” I hiss, sliding one palm up his chest. “How is this so hot?”

He dips down, crashing his lips to mine rather than answering. I let him devour me, reveling in each blast of pleasure he delivers with expert strokes. I’m no novice and show him how good I can be with my hands too, earning a ravenous growl from him.

“You drive me wild,” he murmurs, panting against my neck. “The things I want to do to you.”

God, I want them too.

We’ve gone through so much shit and survived. That right there brings you closer to someone than you could ever imagine. But it’s not just that. It’s him. He’s a whole masculine, sexual, protective vibe that I want to bathe in and drink. I’m addicted to this man.

It doesn’t take very long before we’re both groaning from our mutual orgasms. Just in time too, since the warm water is gone.

“Water’s getting cold,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let’s get rinsed off before we freeze our asses off.”

After another soap down, this one quick and to the point, I shut off the water while he grabs our towels. The steam has slightly warmed the bathroom up, but I know the bedroom will be cold as fuck and I’m not looking forward to it.

As soon as we have our towels wrapped around our waists, Kellen grabs my hand and we run to one of the beds. He yanks back the bedding and then motions for me to get in. I watch with amusement and chattering teeth as he steals the bed coverings off the other bed and tosses them over me next. Then he digs around in his pack until he finds two pairs of socks. He throws one pair at me while he quickly yanks on his.

“We need to change your wet bandage,” I tell him. “Grab one of those too.”

He grumbles but then roots around in my pack until he finds the first aid kit. After more complaining about the freezing-ass room, he finally locates a bandage. I’d offer to change it for him, but he rips the other one off before quickly replacing it with a clean one.

“Dammit, it’s cold,” he gripes as he practically dives into bed with me. “Jesus. I’m pretty sure my nuts crawled back up inside my body.”

I laugh, wrapping myself around him, stealing his warmth. He holds me tight against him. We both shiver and curse the cold until our body heat begins to chase away the chill.

“We should sleep while we can,” he murmurs, breath tickling my wet hair. “Hell, we should try to eat too.”

Neither of us moves.

“I’m okay with doing just this,” I say with a grin. “At least we’re warm.”

We both go quiet. I can hear Wayne’s snores through the wall. Poor Gerry. He got the short end of the stick with roommates. It makes me wonder about the sleeping situation in my brothers’ room.

“Aaron better man up and make a move on Hope.”

Kellen chuckles. “Right? He’s hot for her.”

“She’s so much better than every single woman he’s dated combined. I like Hope. She’s fierce and sassy and tough.”

“They already seem to have taken to each other. Maybe as friends for now, but he’s smitten.”

“Aaron’s a good guy,” I assure him. “He deserves someone cool. We shouldn’t be the only ones getting laid around here.”

“I’m sure Dan’s getting laid,” Kellen jokes. “Staking his claim on his woman before Wayne attempts to.”

“I bet the kids are thrilled to be sleeping in the bed next to them.”

We both snort with laughter. This feels good. Dare I say even better than what we just did in the shower? Lying here, clean and snuggled up against Kellen in a real bed while we shoot the shit is what fantasies are made of.

“Kell?”

“Yeah, Ty?”

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