Page 71 of Bad at Love

“What are you doing?” Storm shouts. He’s only a few feet from me, but I hardly hear him.

“I have no idea!” I laugh, getting rain in my mouth, but it feels good. It feels so free. I’ve never just… stood in the rain before. But it’s time I live a new life. One where I make the decisions and choose what is right for me.

I spin in a circle and stop to face Storm who is watching me with a curious smile. I take his hand and pull him away from the trail and the trees. He crashes into me, and we’re chest to chest. Rain drips down his face, cascading down his nose and landing on the crease of his lips before moving down his chin. He’s beautiful up close, here in the rain, drenched in rain. Flawless skin, beautiful blue eyes, full lips.

His hands go to my waist while his eyes stay on mine. I slide my hands up his arms and let them rest around his neck. I have no idea what I’m doing—what we’re doing, but it just… feels right. He isn’t pushing me away. He doesn’t look angry.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He shakes his head slightly, eyes dipping to my mouth. “Don’t know.”

“Keep doing it,” I say.

His gaze darts back to mine, eyes slightly darker.

“I plan to.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Storm

When the rain slows, we find our way back to the hotel. We get a few looks and laughs from the staff as we walk through the lobby, our shoes squeaking on the tiled floor.

“Get caught in the rain, did ya?” one of the hotel staff says with a smirk. He’s grinning knowingly.

“Nah, just went swimming with our clothes on,” I answer.

“Never heard that one before,” he answers, shaking his head.

I link my hand with Gabriel’s as we walk to the elevator. I don’t know what it is we’re doing—it’s just one of those things. This island is a beautiful place where you can’t help but be happy, can’t help but enjoy beautiful things, can’t help but want a bit of romance. I only drop his hand when we reach the room and I need to dig out my wallet to get the key card. It’s soaked, just like the rest of me.

The air conditioner is blasting when we get inside, and we’re already cold from the cool temperature throughout the hotel. I hurry into the bathroom and put the water on as hot as it will go. I peel off my shirt and realize Gabriel must be freezing, too. So I head back out to the room and pull him into the bathroom, shutting the door so he can’t escape.

“What are you doing?” he asks, watching me carefully.

“We are going to get in the shower because it’s warm.”

“Together?” he whispers as his eyes go wide.

Some would say the intimate moment we shared out in the rain is more to handle than standing under the shower head naked—especially since his dick has been in my mouth and he’s seen me jerk off. But this is Gabriel, and well, nothing with him is as expected. I’m starting to really enjoy that about him. He doesn’t argue, doesn’t tell me he doesn’t want to do it, so I help him take his clothes off.

His shirt falls to the floor with a plop after I pull it from his body. I’m rough with getting his pants undone, wanting him to know I’m not messing around. I kick off my shoes and he does the same. My pants come off next, briefs too. Then I work on yanking his down, standing as close to him as possible. The khakis are glued to his skin, and the task isn’t easy. It’s impossible to get them down without his boxer briefs, so they go too. Soon, we’re both standing naked, shivering. His lips are the slightest shade of blue, his nipples hard points.

I slowly walk backwards into the walk-in shower. There is no curtain or door that closes, just a single glass panel extending halfway to help keep the water and steam in. I stare at Gabriel as I step under the hot spray, my mouth falling open at how damn good it feels. The heat burns my skin as my temperature evens out. His eyes are on mine as he takes a careful step forward, his hard dick bouncing as he does.

Not for the first time today, do I wonder what the hell it is we’re doing. But I’m starting not to care anymore. Whatever it is, I’m here for it. I want it.

When he doesn’t move the rest of the way into the shower, I crook a finger at him and hold my breath, wondering if I’m going too far. Am I crossing a line by doing this? Honestly? I don’t care if I am. You miss out on a hundred percent of chances you don’t take.

Gabriel takes a step forward, then another, and relief floods me once he’s inside the shower. I reach toward him as he nears, grasping the back of his neck and pulling him to me the rest of the way and smashing my lips to his. He’s cold but I’m already getting warm from the hot water. I open my mouth, wanting to push the kiss deeper, and he allows me to, opening for me and stroking my tongue with his. The kiss is slow, tentative, like he isn’t sure… not about kissing me, but what to do. Or rather, how to do it. I laugh softly against his lips.

“How did I get so lucky?” I whisper, slowly backing him against the wall. He hisses when his back touches it and I drop to my knees, sucking his hard length into my mouth without hesitation.

“Jesus, Storm!” he shouts, hips thrusting forward so his dick goes right down my throat.

I gag and press him against the wall with my hands on his hips, and focus on making him come. Iwanthis cum in my mouth. I want to taste him, want to make him feel good. He’s had a rough week and he deserves an orgasm—or five. As many as he’ll allow me to give him.

I love the way he loses himself when we’re together, the way he lets everything go when his dick is in my mouth or when it’s in his hand and I’m telling him what to do. I love how he goes from an anxious mess to calm the moment he gives up control to me.

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