Page 111 of The Holiday Fakers
“But you weren’t touching yourself.”
“Didn’t matter. I was touching you. That’s all it took. I told you I was about to shoot my load.”
Without thinking, I glance around, like I’m expecting to see ropes of cum splattered on the fogged-up glass.
Brody chuckles. “Down the plughole.”
I turn back to him, my cheeks heating.
He strokes a lock of hair from my face, his gaze running over my features reverently. “You’re so beautiful.”
My heart squeezes.This man. How did I get so lucky?
“That was the hottest experience of my life,” he continues.
“Me too,” I say shyly.
“And the day’s not over yet.”
I ignore the prickle of anxiety in my stomach, the reminder that my whole family is downstairs, and Brody might be leaving for New Zealand in less than two weeks. Instead, I focus on the man in front of me.
“I don’t have any condoms with me,” I begin. “I never thought …”
He smiles. “Me neither.”
“But …” I swallow. “I’ve got an IUD fitted, and I got tested after my ex cheated on me, so …”
Brody blinks, looking stunned. “I, er … I’ve always used condoms, but I got tested anyway after my last relationship.”
I love that he doesn’t say Marisa’s name, like she doesn’t even factor into his life anymore.
“If you’d rather use one, then we can wait,” I say.
He shakes his head so fast that water droplets fly off his hair.
I laugh. “You look like a wet dog.”
He grins. “I feel like a dog, one that wants to hump you at every opportunity.”
“I’m down with that.”
We smile at each other. I’ve never felt so happy before. I wriggle in his lap, his cock hard again beneath me.
“Told you, I’m so fucking hot for you.”
I shimmy off his lap and kneel in front of him. The shower cubicle is big enough for two, so I’ve got space to admire the cock of the century.
The silence between us is electric. His eyes bore into mine as I slowly lower my head and sink my mouth onto him, taking as much as I can.
“Fuck! Piper!” he shouts.
“Hmmm?” I hum around his cock.
He jerks away from me and pulls me to my feet, his chest heaving as he breathes. “Piper …” Huffing an incredulous laugh, he rubs his forehead. “You … Jesus Christ.”
“But I want to.”
He pins me with a gaze that makes my heart flutter.
