Page 38 of Burn It Down

“Let’s save that for another day, shall we? You want to go first in the shower?”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” I’d planned for a day on the lake and then an evening at home.Myhome.

“No problem, I’ve got a pair of sweats that should fit. Come on.” He turns to walk down a hallway and the first thing I notice are the sconces on his walls. Dude has actualsconcesin hispenthouse.Whose life am I living right now?

And then I’m in his bedroom and I can’t quite stifle the groan that escapes. It smells like cologne and laundry detergent. It’s warm and heavy and I want to sink into it and let it wrap around me like an embrace.

My resolve falters.

Perhaps I could be someone’s experiment just one more time.

Jake’s king-sized bed has a tufted leather headboard, the kind with silver studs, giving it an almost gothic feel. The bed is neatly made and a fluffy, hunter green comforter rests on top, concealing his sheets beneath. His dresser and nightstands are mahogany wood with black knobs and his lamps are black iron with shades that match his comforter.

Dark colors indeed.

He pulls a pair of heather gray sweatpants from a dresser drawer and holds them up. “These should do.” Then he disappears into the walk-in closet and reemerges carrying a Yale t-shirt. “I’m smaller than you, but this is big on me. Give it a try.”

I have to fight everything in me not to slam my body into his and taste his mouth. His white t-shirt is almost see-through since his body was wet when he put it back on and my self-control is hanging by a thread.

A thread of a thread actually.

“Jesus.” I cough when it comes out as a whisper.

“What?”

“Did you go to Yale?”

“Yeah, why?”

I can’t hide my smile or my flirty answer. “Looks like Phoenix wasn’t the only nerdy firefighter on that boat today.”

Jake swallows hard, but ignores my statement. An apology rests on the tip of my tongue, but fuck it, I’m not going to dance around the elephant in the room. I’ve been honest and still, he invited me here.

“Shower’s through there. Feel free to use whatever you find. Towels and washcloths are in the cabinet to the right. I’m gonna go start dinner.”

He still won’t meet my eyes and although his tone isn’t rude, it’s more clipped than it was all day. He turns around and practically runs out of the room.

Stepping into the stream of water, it only takes two seconds to know this is the best shower I’ve ever had. The water temperature and pressure are both perfect and when I pop the lid on his body wash, I’m overcome with desire so strong, it damn near sends me to my knees. I should feel a little guilty for jerking off in his shower, but it’s either in here or at the kitchen table because I’m wound so tightly, I have to dosomething.

Wrapping my fist around my cock, I let the sensation pull me under. I brace myself by throwing one hand on the tiled wall and close my eyes. I see Jake in the water on the board. The way his arms move and flex.

I see him wipe the water from his eyes. I see his face, less than an inch from mine as the boat threw him into me. But it’s when I remember the feel of his hard body under my hands as I tried to keep him upright that I finally lose it, painting the stone floor of his shower with ropes of my cum.

The relief is short lived though, because when I get out and dry off, I imagine him slipping into this same pair of sweats withno boxers, his tip pressed into the fabric the same place mine is and my dick is fucking hard again.

Just like a swimsuit, trying to hide an erection in sweatpants is a no-go.

After five minutes, it’s still there so I have no choice but to own it. Maybe if I pretend it isn’t there it’ll give up? Although the way this day has gone, that seems unlikely. I slip the borrowed t-shirt on and head back to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Jake says when I step into view. “You mind watching this rice while I grab my shower really quick? It should be fine, but in case it starts to bubble over or something, just turn the burner off.”

Hestillwon’t look at me and that’s how I know I took it too far. I should never have compared him to Phoenix after admitting the whole nerdy firefighter thing made me hot. Especially since I was already unable to hide my erection from him.

There are a thousand things I could say or do, but I really can’t read him right now so until I know if he’s pissed, tired, or just uncomfortable, I settle with, “Yeah. No problem.”

While Jake’s in the shower I check in with Cassie.

Dylan 5:33pm

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