Page 61 of All Bets are Off

Waggling his eyebrows, West pulls me into one of the private cubicles and turns the shower on.

“Ow!” I jump back when the hot water hits my skin.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m fixing it.” West slips out of his briefs, and motions for me to do the same. Then we stand, bodies pressed together under the blessedly warm water.

Resting my head on West’s shoulder, I breathe him in. He smells of sand and salt and sea.

“Are you sniffing me?” he asks, sounding amused.

“Maybe.”

His arms encircle me tighter, and I close my eyes, content to just stand there and get warm.

“What do you think of this?” I ask him after a moment.

“What?” West asks.

“You and me, here, together like this.”

“Is this a trick question?” he asks.

I snort. “No. It’s an honest question.”

“I think…it’s fine.”

I pull back. “Fine? Could you use a more ambiguous word?”

West shrugs. “I just mean it isn’t uncomfortable or weird or anything. It feels…normal.”

Mollified, I lean into him again.

“Why are you asking?” His voice rumbles against me.

“I just wondered if we’re going too fast for you,” I say.

“I’m the one who’s initiated everything this evening,” he points out. “The walk, holding hands, this shower.”

“Because I don’t want to push you.”

“Lo, stop worrying about that, would you? I know I was confused and reluctant before, but I’ve made up my mind.” Turning me under the spray so my back is to his front, he begins rubbing my shoulders and back, giving me a wonderful massage that leaves me feeling languid and a little dopey. When his hand encircles my cock, I let out a long moan of appreciation.

“Do you like that?” he says into my ear.

“You know I do.” I’m hard in his hand, and when he starts stroking me faster, I arch my back and inhale. West’s free hand trails up my side, fingers seeking my nipple. When he tugs on it, my climax rips through me like the lightning outside the window, and I shoot onto the tiles.

“That was sexy as hell,” he says, breath brushing my ear making me shiver.

Legs like jelly, I have to put a hand to the wall to steady myself. When I feel West’s hard cock nudging at my ass, I turn completely toward the wall, offering myself to him.

With a groan, West slips between the cheeks of my ass, letting his erection run up and down my crack. Resting my cheek against the cool tile, steam billowing around us, I listen to his breathing speed up as he pushes my ass cheeks together around his cock and ruts against me. West’s breath hitches, and I feel a warm splash against the top of my ass before he sighs and sags against me.

“Good?” I murmur over my shoulder.

“So good,” he answers, hugging me before pressing a kiss to my neck and letting me go.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

West

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