Page 48 of The Nook for Brooks
“Cody, it’s theonlyadventure I’ve ever had. Besides that, I’m sore, I’m filthy, and I require a very long bath. Does that sum things up for you?”
His eyebrows did a little dance. “You forgot the part where you had fun.”
“I did not have—” I stopped, realizing what he was talking about. “Oh, that. Well, yes, that part was… tolerable.”
He chuckled, but I was determined to keep up my façade as I teased him.
“Tolerable?” he asked, laying a hand against my neck.
I inhaled deeply. “Yes, tolerable. I suppose it was even… pleasant.”
His hand slid down my chest and rested for a moment against my stomach. “Pleasant? Is that the best you can do?”
I hitched my breath as his hand dropped to the waistband of the shorts. “I guess… ‘enjoyable’ couldn’t be ruled out.”
His hand reached down to my now swollen crotch and he squeezed.
My knees almost buckled completely.
“Enjoyable? Is that how you’d describe the moment my dick slid inside your arse? All… the way… in.”
Suddenly he leaned in and planted his lips on mine.
I gave in immediately, letting his tongue delve into my mouth while his fingers tugged and massaged my stiffening dick. For a moment I totally forgot where I was, right there in front of the Book Nook, for all the world to see. Mrs. Cuthbert could turn up at any moment with her elderly sister… or Mr. Benedict asking for a list of new releases for the town newsletter… or Mrs. Roper coming to complain aboutsomething.
Thankfully, nobody passed by. Nobody showed up. Nobody interrupted a moment that was raw and dirty and as romantic as an Austen novel.
Finally, I pulled out of the kiss, and all I could breathe was, “I need a bath… desperately. And so do you.”
The smirk spread wide across his face. “Is that an invitation?”
I smiled back. “It doesn’t come with lapsang tea, if that’s what you’re asking. But yes… it is.”
We hurried through the front door, locked it behind us, and climbed the spiral staircase faster than I thought possible… despite every blister and ache screaming at me.
By the time we reached my apartment, he was kicking off his boots and I was turning on the taps over the bath, letting the water gush into the tub.
Clothes were discarded with so much haste we may have lost a button or two.
When the steam had thickened in the room, we stepped into the tub together.
The bath was never meant for two. His knees knocked against mine, our shoulders bumped, and water surged over the sides as we tried to find space. It was something that normally would have sent me into an OCD meltdown. But at that moment I didn’t give a fuck, all I wanted was him.
I guess Mr. Hyde was back.
All the while, Cody laughed, loud and bright, before the faulty plug joined in with its first wet slurp, glugging noisily.
“Sexy soundtrack,” Cody teased, brushing his lips against mine.
“That noise is my mortal enemy,” I told him, before he kissed me fully.
Our mouths clashed, tongues sliding, water rocking around us. His hand slid beneath the bubbles, closing firmly around my hardened cock.
I groaned, clutching at his shoulder, and reached for him in return. My fist wrapped around his girth, hot and stiff under the water, pulsing in my grip.
We stroked each other in rhythm, the tub sloshing and the plug gurgling like it wanted a threesome.
He broke the kiss to laugh against my cheek. “Your bath sounds filthier than we are.”
