Page 30 of The Wing
I nod, and our eyes stay locked as Hemi adjusts his hips so I can feelallof him. Everything pressed against me. I suck in a breath when his thick dick rubs mine and I drop a hand to his firm ass, squeezing and urging him forward.
Hemi thrusts in a slow roll, dragging his dick against me, and I throw my head back with a groan.
“Oh shit, Hemi.” I arch my hips and angle his head away from the swirling water, and kiss him. Thrusting my tongue in time with his hips.
He pulls away, sucks in air, and pants, “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you stumble out of your office.” He drops his head to my shoulder and clutches the edge of the bath to give himself leverage. His pace picks up, and I push into him, ignoring the water sloshing on the floor.
“Do you remember the interview you did after your first game with the team?”
He stops and lifts his head to stare at me. “Since then?”
“The way you spoke about rugby is how I feel about writing. Of course, the game in England where your jersey ripped and you had to change on the field helped.”
Hemi grins and bites my lip lightly. He rolls his hips again, rutting against me, forcing the intoxicating feeling of his dick on mine, and I haul him tighter, making his thrusts more shallow, not letting him pull away properly until we’re grinding against each other.
My stomach tightens, and my head hits the tub. I’m definitely going to have a headache later, but it will be worth it. “Keep doing that. Please.”
Hemi continues with the slow grind and whispers in my ear, “You’re so pretty with red cheeks. Flushed from the bath I drew for you.” He kisses down my throat and sucks my pulse point. “From my massage.” He nips my earlobe. “From my cock.”
“Hemi!” I arch up and my balls draw tight and I come with a long gasp and black spots cover my eyes. I pant, clutching Hemi’s ass, urging him to continue while I catch my breath. There’s no way I can move after coming so hard.
I turn my head to capture his lips and drag my teeth over his bottom lip, while my hand drops to the water and brushes his dick.
“Liam. Fuck,” Hemi groans, twitching in my grasp. His hips still, and he drops his face to my shoulder again, nuzzling my skin and pressing soft kisses anywhere he can reach.
We catch our breath, brushing gentle hands over skin, and when I can breathe properly and I’m not so sensitive, I say, “We should get out before the water gets cold and all we’re doing is sitting in our own cum.”
Hemi freezes momentarily, then sits back and laughs, clutching his chest. “Okay. Let’s clean up and eat.” He stands, and water rushes off his body, and I see all of him for the first time. I bite my lip and shift forward, reaching out a hand. Hemi wags a finger at me. “None of that, or we really won’t get out of the bath.” He steps out of the water onto the soaked bathmat and helps me out so I don’t slip.
We dry off after a quick rinse in the shower, and Hemi tells me to stay in my bedroom while he sorts out food.
In comfortable and dry clothing, I sit on the bed against the headboard and stretch my legs out. I wasn’t lying about Hemi making a great physio. My body feels significantly better than it did before the bath. For numerous reasons.
Hemi returns with bowls of stew, fragrant with rosemary and bay leaves, and we eat together in my bed, debating the finer points of Tolkien’s character arcs, and I fall asleep with Hemi’s heavy arm wrapped around my waist.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Liam
I frown when I realise Hemi isn’t against my back, tracing circles on my stomach. Rolling over to confirm he’s left the bed, I pout when I see the creased sheets and no rugby player. Cold too, so he left a while ago. I must have been tired if I didn’t wake up when he left, but a hike and orgasm will do that to you. Especially when you haven’t done either in a while. My hand doesn’t count.
Something’s sizzling in the kitchen, and I inhale the scents of bacon and eggs and coffee.
I sit up with a wince—Hemi’s massage could only do so much for my nonexistent muscles. I don’t want to imagine how I’d feel without his massage—and reach for my phone.
There’s a message from Daisy, who will be in South Africa now for the Freedom Cup. I sent her the photo of me and Hemi with the glacier behind us when we got home yesterday, and her complete surprise bounces off the phone.
1:15 A.M.
Hemi got you to leave the house?! Did he kidnap you?
You look adorable. Bold of you to hike without a hat. Did you burn?
1:30 A.M.
Jamie says Hemi likes lord of the rings. Maybe there’s a tour you could do together?
Did the hike kill you?
