She sighs, leaning slightly into my touch.
Closes her eyes.
“This is nice,” she says softly, voice almost drowned out by the rhythm of the water.
“Yeah,” I agree, my voice low. “It is.”
She shifts slightly, glancing at me over her shoulder, her lips curling into a small, content smile.
“Your turn,” she says suddenly, turning to face me, her hands now reaching for the same bottle of body wash. “Don’t move.”
Her hands find my chest, gliding over the hard planes with deliberate precision. Her touch is firm but teasing, and when her fingers skim down to my stomach, she bites her lip, suppressing a grin.
“I could lick these abs.” Her hands dip lower as her palms smooth over my skin, over my stomach.
I lift my arms. “Be my guest.”
Flattery will get you everywhere.
And everything.
Her hands slide lower, and my breath catches. She’s thorough, taking her time with each stroke, each movement of her hands a tantalizing mix of playful and seductive.
“Careful,” I warn, my voice rough.
Dick tingling.
Blood rushing.
We just had sex, but I watch as my cock stiffens again.
Watch as Austin drops to her knees…
25
austin
“You look like a woman in love.”
Dolly is at the end of my couch, stroking Gio as he sits on her lap, lounging like a tiny emperor on his throne.
“Do I?” I ask, sinking into the cushions and tucking my feet under me.
“Yes. You’re glowing.”
Am I?
I press my hands to my face and smile, but the second I feel how warm my cheeks are, I drop them, trying to downplay it. “I think it’s just the lighting in here.”
“Or maybe you’ve had too much wine.”
That can’t be it because I haven’t had any. I glance down at the wine glass sitting on the coffee table in front of me, the deep red liquid untouched.
None of it has passed my lips.
“I love the two of you together.” My best friend goes on. “It’s so fucking great seeing you happy—it’s about damn time.”
A warmth spreads through my chest, replacing the slight embarrassment with a feeling I can’t quite name. “Thanks, D. That means a lot.”