Page 14 of Breaking the Rules of Love

“No,” I giggle. “I’m just messing with you.”

Jake stands and stretches, making me fully aware of just how much taller than me he truly is.

“Good, because I could really use a rinse right about now.”

“Well, follow me.” I smile. “And I’ll show you the way.”

I feel like some kind of naughty hotel concierge as I lead Jake through my house and up the stairs, through my bedroom and into the master bathroom. Of course I could let him use the guest bathroom downstairs, but where’s the fun in that?

“I hope you don’t mind using girly soaps,” I say. I pull back the curtain to reveal my assortment of bar soaps and body washes that is bordering on the absurd.

“I like the way girls smell.” Jake grins as he strips out of his tank-top and drops it to the floor.

His body is even more insane than I’d imagined. His abs are like something out of a men’s magazine, leading up to a chest that might be bigger than mine. He has those sculpted v-lines leading down into his gym shorts, and I feel my mouth starting to water and have to immediately look away.

“Okay, so just let me know if you n-need anything,” Oh God, I’m starting to stammer. “I’ll be…around.”

“Thanks, Sadie.” Jake says and leans in to turn on the water. The last thing I see before I turn and exit the room are the muscles of his monstrous back. And then I hear a voice in my head telling me to stay.

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Sadie was right;her soaps do smell girly, but I definitely don’t mind. There’s one that smells like vanilla and something else I can’t identify, but it’s got to be the one she uses the most, because it smells like she smells today. I go with the most neutral one I can find so we don’t end up smelling the same. For some reason, that feels like it would be strange to me.

I can still taste Sadie’s lemonade as I wash myself. It was delicious and unique. Who would ever have thought that mint and basil would go good with lemonade? Not me, that’s for sure. But then again, I’m just a grunt. What do I know about that sort of thing?

Sadie’s definitely a good homegrown woman, that’s for sure. Pops would be impressed by her. Just like I am.

Well, I’mmorethan impressed.

I look down at my hard-on and wonder what the hell I’m going to do about it. It was hard enough hiding it downstairs while I was sitting at the table across from her, but not getting one in her presence is like not having your mouth water with a juicy hot wagyu steak sitting in front of you.

My plan to weedwhack her lawn sure paid off. Just a bit of light morning work and here I am, naked in her house, in the bathroom attached to her bedroom.

It was so cute the way she led me up here like I didn’t already know where I was going. But how could she know that I was watching her last night? Watching her from the shadows of my bedroom, stroking my cock as she stripped down naked and put her beautiful body on display for no one else but me.

My own private show. That’s what I got. And she doesn’t even know it.

I finish up cleaning myself. My erection has gone downa bit, but it’s still noticeable. I look around for a towel, but there’s nothing hanging from the shower curtain or the towel rack.

“Hey, Sadie?” I call out. “Sadie?”

“Yes?” I hear her voice from what sounds like just outside the bedroom, then the sound of cute little feet scurrying this way. They stop just outside the door. “Do you need something?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, a towel maybe?” I hear her gasp from the other side of the door and try to picture her reaction. Jaw dropped? Hand over her mouth? Is she blushing? I wish I could see. I bet she looks so damned cute right now.

“Unless you want me to come out naked and air dry on the front lawn?”

“No, I can get you one!” she says quickly. “Just give me two seconds!”

Again I hear the adorable sound of her feet scurrying away, quickly followed by the sound of them returning. “Okay, I got one!” She knocks lightly on the bathroom door. “Can I just…come in for a second? I’ll just leave it on the towel rack and–”

“Yeah, it’s fine, Sadie,” I reply, the fullness returning to my manhood. “You can come in.”

There’s a moment’s pause where nothing at all happens, and I pull the curtain aside just enough to glance out and see the doorknob slowly turning.

“Okay,” she says. “I won’t look.”

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