Page 50 of Wrecked

Ending up at the king-sized bed, he was surprised to hear the jets go on in the Jacuzzi tub. Water from the bottom and sides sent bubbles pumping to the swirling surface.

The comment from Rebel about this being only for a moment had caught him off guard. And yeah, he felt offended. Was that what Rebel wanted?

Then so be it.

He would get his mind off of fucking Rebel and turn it to convincing the young man to try another way of life. Something outside of the realm of assassins.

“I’ve been thinking—” Crow began.

“I’ve been wanting to use this since the moment I saw it,” Rebel interrupted, pulling off his silky dress shirt and tossing it to the floor.

Crow’s mouth went dry and he jerked his eyes away from Rebel’s bare skin. Crow stripped in record time and left on his dark blue briefs.

He needed to get into that fucking Jacuzzi before Rebel noticed his hard cock.

Perhaps the warm water would help his raging dick, but he very much doubted it. He had been hard since the elevator kiss and having Rebel undress wasn’t helping. He sank into the water while Rebel was still working on getting off his boots.

Crow felt pride knowing that Rebel was wearing the clothes he had bought. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, but there was no denying that he was extremely possessive when it came to Rebel.

And that could be dangerous for both of them. He wanted something permanent and Rebel wanted something for the moment.

Those two ideals didn’t mesh.

Crow tried to close his eyes, he really did, but when Rebel peeled his dress slacks down his legs and kicked them away, Crow couldn’t have looked away to save his fucking life.

Tiny black briefs molded to Rebel’s hips, tops of his thighs, and all the way in between.

And so help him God, Crow looked his fill.

Before walking his way, Rebel turned and snagged two waters from the mini fridge and placed them on the rim of the tub.

Rebel hissed when he climbed into the tub.

“It gets better if you just sink down,” Crow said with a slight smile.

“No way, I have to do this in increments,” Rebel laughed, and then his arms waved about to keep his balance.

Crow caught Rebel’s wrist to balance the young man and received a smile for his efforts.

That smile killed him.

This attraction had been ramping up like nothing he’d ever felt before. He’d never been indecisive before, but he was now.

Since the lounge downstairs, Rebel’s smiles had been coming often accompanied by teasing laughter. Of course, it had something to do with the vodka, but for him, it was a win. And Crow reveled in it.

He was fiercely glad to see and hear each fucking giggle or laugh because it meant that Rebel might possibly be healing from his traumatic past, or at least starting to heal.

That also meant that Rebel trusted him. At least, he liked to think so.

At his touch, Rebel’s eyes glittered with something untamed and wild, and Crow slipped his hand further up the man’s arm. Sliding his palm over wet skin until he could wrap his hand around Rebel’s bicep.

“I’m good,” Rebel mumbled and slid his arm away.

Crow missed the contact and dropped his hand beneath the water, hiding his clenched fist.

Across from him, Rebel eased down with a sigh, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. Thick dark lashes sat like crested moons on his cheeks and the dark fall of curls shone like onyx beneath dim lights overhead.

Rebel’s lids slowly lifted and Crow was caught staring.

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