Page 63 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

Wren leans in, nibbling my bottom lip before a sexy smile spreads across his lips and he sinks to his knees. I gaze down, dragging my hand through my hair to get it out of my face so I don’t miss a thing.

Wren dives in, swallowing me easily. I stumble backward, leaning against the tiled wall while steamy water washes down over us.

“Fuck, you look pretty like that,” I mumble, twisting my fingers in his hair.

“Use me,” he says, clinging to my thighs. “Fuck my mouth, Ridley.”

My stomach flutters as I grip his shoulders, pumping my hips slowly as he keeps his eyes trained on my face, his wet lashes framing the jewels of his irises perfectly. His tongue rubs on the underside of my cock, like he’s catching the drips from an ice cream cone, and not for the first time, I tell myself I could get used to waking up like this.

He moans around me, the sound vibrating down my spine and coaxing my orgasm to the surface. I want it to last forever—the hot water falling over us, his eager mouth, those pretty eyes gazing up at me like I’m some kind of god—but my body isn’t having it. My balls tighten and the tension in my belly reaches a crescendo, making my knees go weak as my cock pulses and Wren catches the first sticky rope of my release.

“Fuck,” I moan, gripping his shoulders as I ride out this wave of pleasure, fucking into his mouth with everything I’ve got.

Wren sucks around me, milking every drop until I shiver and pull away from him, but just as quickly, I grab under his arms and lift him up. He yelps in surprise as I push him back to the tiled bench and sink to my knees, ready to worship at my favorite altar.

His cock swings, heavy with desire, and I close my mouth over him, sucking his entire length down my throat until I choke myself with it.

“Ridley,” Wren moans, pumping his hips and twisting his fingers in my hair.

His cock fits perfectly in my mouth, and my mind drifts to what it would feel like fucking me. Mmm, yeah, we need to make that happen soon.

“You’re gonna fuck me soon, little rabbit,” I murmur before diving back in to deepthroat him.

“Oh god,” he moans, leaning his head back on the tiles. “Gonna come.”

I suck with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, excitedly waiting for the moment he coats my tongue again, and as he tugs my hair, he arches his back, quietly moaning my name as his cock pulses in my mouth.

I drink him down, my belly warming with the knowledge that I’ve given this beautiful man such intense pleasure. We stay like that for a minute or so—me on the floor between his legs, my head resting on his thigh as he cards his fingers through my hair. When the water starts to cool, I force myself to my feet to turn it off.

Wren curls his wet body around mine as we step out of the shower. I grab a towel and wrap it around the both of us, then bend my head to kiss him, lingering there. Somewhere along the way, this shifted from quick and dirty late-night hookups to morning intimacy, and I don’t hate it. In fact, I think I more than like it.

“You okay, man?”

I startle, looking up to see Indy behind the bar, grinning at me. “Uh, yeah. What time is it?”

“Two-forty. How long you been sitting here?”

“No idea.” I sat down to chill after the lunch rush and got lost in a whirlpool of thoughts. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.”

“Outside.” I don’t need Wren walking up in the middle of what I need to talk about.

“Sure thing.”

We head outside to the patio, finding a spot in the sun and sitting down. Indy leans back, watching me with a curious expression.

“When you and Salem started, it was just physical, right?”

Indy nods. “Yep. Neither of us had interest in anything more.”

“But that changed, obviously.”

“It did.”

“How? Was it one of you who brought it up or did it just evolve? How did you know what you were feeling was more than lust?”

A soft smile spreads across his face. “This is about Wren?”

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