Page 50 of Whiskey and Wildfire

“Something wrong?” I asked, reaching for his hand.

He shook his head. “No. Just tired.” There was a slight pause. “And the water heater in the house isn’t going to survive filling that bathtub and a shower.” He glanced up at me, a smirk on his face. “Can I shower with you?”

His words sent a jolt through my body that settled squarely in my groin, my jeans growing tight instantly. “I… uh… I guess.”

“It’s the ecologically responsible option,” he added. “Drought and all that.”

We hadn’t been in a drought for nearly three years.

“Right,” I nodded. “Drought.”

I led Logan to my small cabin, my heart racing with every step. As we entered, I flicked on the lights, casting a warm glow over the modest space. The shower was barely big enough for one person, let alone two grown men, but I wasn’t about to point that out.

“I never get tired of this place,” Logan said, his eyes scanning the room. “It’s so cozy.”

I cleared my throat. “You could live up in that big farmhouse and you like it here?”

Logan reached out, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I like anywhere you are.”

We stood there for a moment, the air thick with anticipation. Finally, Logan broke the silence.

“So, uh, shall we?” He gestured towards the bathroom.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. We moved to the cramped bathroom, our shoulders brushing as we squeezed past each other. The small space was filled with the sound of our breathing and the rustle of clothes as we began to undress.

I couldn’t help but steal glances at Logan as we undressed. His tanned skin glistened with a sheen of sweat from the day’s work, muscles rippling as he pulled his shirt over his head. I quickly averted my eyes, focusing on unbuttoning my own shirt with trembling fingers. I didn’t understand why I was so shywhen it came to him. Maybe it was because he was so beautiful or maybe because I liked him more than I wanted to admit.

The shower sputtered to life as Logan turned the knob, steam quickly filling the small space. He stepped in first, and I followed, hyper-aware of how close we were. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the dust and grime of the day.

“Here,” Logan murmured, reaching for the soap. “Let me get your back.”

His hands, strong yet gentle, moved across my shoulders and down my spine. I shivered despite the heat, leaning into his touch. More than once his fingers dipped low, grazing my ass and making me even harder than I already was. When I turned to face him, our eyes locked and our cocks pressed together. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes and his lips parted slightly, tempting me. I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a passionate kiss. Logan responded immediately, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.

Our bodies slid together under the warm spray of water, soap making our skin slippery. Logan’s hands roamed over my back and down to my ass, squeezing gently. I moaned into his mouth, my hips jerking forward instinctively.

“God, I’ve wanted this all day,” Logan breathed against my lips.

“Me too,” I admitted, trailing kisses along his jaw.

“Seeing you out there getting all sweaty and worked up… fuck…”

“Is that what does it for you?” I chuckled.

“Anything you do does it for me,” he groaned back, his lips trailing over my clavicle.

We explored each other’s bodies with eager hands and mouths, the small shower stall intensifying every touch. Logan’s fingers wrapped around both our cocks, stroking us together.The sensation was incredible, a familiar tingle building in the base of my balls, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Logan,” I groaned. “I’m… I’m not gonna last.”

“Me either,” he moaned back, stroking us both faster.

The intensity built rapidly, our bodies pressed close in the steamy confines of the shower. Logan’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, muffling my moans against his wet skin.

“Dakota,” Logan gasped, his voice strained. “Look at me.”

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His green eyes were dark and hungry, his lips parted as he panted heavily. The sight of him, combined with the delicious friction of his hand, pushed me over the edge.

“Oh god, Logan!” I cried out as I came, my body shuddering against his.

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