Page 68 of Mr. Picture Perfect
I lean forward and catch his lips with mine.
Just that touch is enough to send me over the edge.
For the second time tonight.
Instinctually, he slows his strokes down as I come. My breaths turn jagged. My hands fall to his back, where I nearly claw with an urgent desperation as I feel myself empty. Something about the way he slows down makes me erupt even harder. Our kissing gains momentum as I cling to him, flying over the clouds, weightless.
I don’t know when it happens, but suddenly we’re just holding each other under the water, kissing. His hand is still down there, but it’s stopped, and my cock pulses as it calms down, dribbling its last drops of pleasure, spent and happy. His other hand caresses my cheek as we softly kiss.
It seems like neither of us wants to stop kissing.
So we don’t.
Maybe we aren’t ready for this moment to end.
“I swear, I could kiss you for hours,” says Cole.
I sigh happily against his face. “There goes the world we were trying to save, wasting all this water.”
He gives either of my cheeks a playful kiss, then zeroes in on my eyes. “How about we finish up before we drain Spruce’s water supply dry, then?”
I smile at him, feeling giddy and outside of myself. Then my smile falters. “But what about you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. No need to reciprocate.” He grins as he puts another kiss on my lips, then strokes my hair. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’ttotallymy pleasure to help you experience something amazing. That’s enough satisfaction for me.”
I return his kiss. “Are you sure?”
“Kiss me again and tell me this face isn’t sure.”
I kiss him again. Then again.
And again.
The rest of the shower is a dream. We wash each other. I play with his hair as I massage shampoo into it. He does the same to me while facing me and wearing a cute smirk. He slaps me on the ass at one point, surprising me, and then we’re back to hugging under the water as the steam swirls around us.
We’ve done the world no favors today—and certainly not the water bill, either.It is a statistical certainty that despite our efforts, we have drained Spruce’s water supply tonight.
“Do you wonder ifwe’resomeone else’s train town on a card table in a guestroom?” asks Cole later when we’re in front of the bathroom mirror brushing our teeth. He’s only in a towel. His bare, toned chest still has beads of water clinging to it like they’re in love with him, desperate not to evaporate or be wiped away, hanging on for dear life.Trust me, water droplets, I get it.
“Someone else’s what?” I ask, my mouth full of toothbrush.
“What if we’re just a made-up train town called Windville and an imaginative man is ‘playing’ with us, moving our pieces around the town and imagining our lives as they unfold?” He runs water over his toothbrush, then resumes vigorously brushing. “What do you think?” he asks me through his mouthful.
I wonder if he always wears his towels so low-hanging around his slender waist, or if he’s just doing it to be sexy around me.Oh, how little effort it would take for that towel to suddenly come loose and drop straight to the floor…
“I think you and my dad spent too much time playing with trains,” I answer him.
“Your dad’s, like,waycool.” He spits into the sink, then points his toothbrush at me. “And now I know where you get all of your quirkiness and personality from. You’ve got cool parents.”
I make a face. “Cool? They’re … embarrassing and … and really weird.”
“Aww, come on, Noah. They’re unapologetically themselves.”
“My mom babies me,” I grumble as I brush my teeth sulkily. “I don’t know why she keeps doing it. I’m an adult, now. And my dad is always engrossed in his weird little worlds. Just be glad he didn’t take you out to the garage to show you hisotherhobbies. It doesn’t stop at tiny train towns. You would be up until five in the morning hearing his jibber jabber.”
“I might be up for it. Been a while since I’ve enjoyed a good, longjibber jabbersession with a parent. And your mom loves you and cares about you, as far as I can tell. So what’s the problem?Lether baby you.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Heck, I’d rather have parents that baby me than—”
Suddenly he stops, appearing uncomfortable.
