Page 27 of Sticking Out

Will she ever be able to love me?

Fuck, that’s what I want, what I’ve always wanted, and if it’s never going to happen having a baby with her isn’t my smartest move. Not that anyone ever considered me smart. But that could lead to hurt and pain…loss. I gulp, because I can’t lose Dani. I can’t even consider what my life would look like without her in it in some capacity.

I turn on the rain shower nozzle and step into the big open shower. I tilt my head back, and try not to let panic overtake me as I let the hot spray fall over my tired body. A good run is supposed to help clear the head, not mess it up.

“Need a hand?”

I open my eyes and find a sleepy-looking Dani gazing at my naked body. My cock instantly thickens at the deep desire in her eyes and it’s in that moment, as I look at her, the fear subsides and I think maybe things will be different this time.

“Did I wake you?” I hold my hand out to her, and she unties her fluffy pink robe, letting it fall to the floor. My cock jumps at the gorgeous sight and I can’t help but think how quickly she’s became comfortable in her own skin around me. It was just three weeks ago that she wanted to have sex with the lights off, which is ludicrous. She has a body that needs to be admired. Did my brother allow her to leave the lights off, or worse, not pay her the attention she deserved? Jesus, I hate to think that, but the more time I spend with her, the more apparent that becomes.

She takes my hand, and mine swallows hers whole as I guide her in, and pull her against my body. “No, but I wish you would have.”

“I was probably going to, after I showered,” I confess.

“Didn’t you know I like my men hot and sweaty?”

I laugh at that. “I somehow doubt that.”

She squirts soap into her hand and starts washing my chest. “I also like when they smell like grapefruit.”

I moan. “Yeah, it’s such a manly smell.”

She breathes me in and I cup her chin, lifting her face to mine. I bend my head and kiss her deeply, and her moan of pleasure curls around me and tugs at my balls.

She runs her hands over my cock, massaging the length of me and I groan. “Shower sex is the best.”

Her hand stills for a second and that’s when I realize what I said. Of course, she doesn’t want to be thinking about shower sex with my brother, and I know I sure as hell don’t want to be thinking about it either.

“I’m sorry, Dani.”

She blinks up at me. “For what?”

“Memories,” is all I say. “They’re not easy. I know.”

She groans and glances down, her hands still on my cock, still caressing me. She stares at my length, and I’m not sure I even want to know what’s going through her head. I’m about to pull out of her hand when she speaks.

“I’ve never had shower sex before, Conner.”

What the fuck.

“Dani.” Her head lifts, and eyes full of sadness meet mine. What the fuck was wrong with my brother? How was he not having sex with this amazing woman all the time, all over his house. “I’m your first?” I ask. She nods and averts her gaze, like she’s embarrassed about that, but it’s not her who should feel shameful. My brother didn’t do right by her. But goddammit, I sure as hell am going to. Then another thought hits. “Do you want to have shower sex?” I ask.

She nods eagerly. “I do,” she admits eagerly and honestly, which prompts me to tell a small truth, too.

I push her damp hair back, my gaze moving over her flushed face. “I like having a first with you.”

She grins, and teases, “I woke up so needy.” A small laugh bubbles out of her throat. “My hormones are all over the place.”

Her words are a reminder that we’re not a couple, a family. We’re friends having sex and while we’re enjoying it, there’s an end purpose. She rubs my cock a little faster, and blood drains from my brain. What was I just thinking about?

No longer able to remember or care, I squirt soap into my hands, and run them down her back, wanting to make her first time having shower sex spectacular for her. I cup her ass and give it a small squeeze and she chuckles as she continues to stroke my hard cock. If she keeps that up, this will be over before it begins.

I move her so she’s positioned under the warm spray and I run my hands over her breasts, taking time with her pert nipples. Her body sways and I slide one hand lower, brushing her inner thighs.

“Conner,” she murmurs, and reaches down, taking my hand and putting it on her sex. I do love a girl who knows what she wants.

“Need something, babe?”

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