“Nah, wouldn’t chance it. Make yourself at home. I’ll grab a quick shower, then we’ll have an early dinner, maybe grab a drink or two,” he says with a slight husk to his tone.
“That’s all fine and well, but you aren’t the only one who needs a shower.” I realize what I said the moment it slips from my lips.
“That you inviting yourself, cherry? Because you won’t find me complainin’.” He licks his lips for added effect.
“Not hardly, and you wish.”
“Damn straight, I wish. We’ll stop by the inn, you do your thing, and we’ll go from there.” Toren’s hand slides down the outside of my arm, taking one of the bottles of waters with him, and when he turns around, leaving me watching him walk away, I’m presented with a devastating view and what I think I hear him say, “I’ll be thinking about the beauty in the shower with me. Fuck.”
I guess I don’t have to wonder too hard if Toren has similar feelings to mine. Plus, the evidence of the slight bulge in his jeans that I got a glimpse of told me as well.
“I’m really going to need something cold to drink now,” I mutter beneath my breath, making sure Toren is gone when I say it. Sure, I’m thinking it, but this is the first time we’ve met. You can’t feel this way after only being around someone for a short amount of time, right? This is the question I ponder while waiting for Toren, and I’m sure I won’t get the answer by the time he’s out of the shower.
6
Toren
“Iwon’t be long, promise,” Indy says once we’re in her room at the bed and breakfast. There’s a small seating area near the balcony doors that lead out to a small, covered patio. They’ve really pulled out all the stops here. Can’t say I’ve ever stayed at Oak Haven or had a family member here, and have only seen it from the outside. The setup is sweet, and I’m assuming Indy’s boss spared no expense because this is definitely a suite.
“Take your time. There’s no rush.” She waited for me, and it took longer than I wanted, but I knew that if I didn’t take matters into my own hands, I’d be in a world of trouble. My cock had a mind of its own and no matter what I did, nothing seemed to help calm it the hell down. I’d gone through every damn project I had coming my way, figuring out how to give Jett hell for leaving me with the beauty I can’t quit like a bad fucking habit. And when that didn’t work, I gave up, allowing myself to let my imagination unfold.
The minute the hot water hit my back, I wrapped my hand around my dick, and I brought up the very first one that entered my mind. One where my mouth was on hers, swallowing every moan she gave me. I’d fumble with our clothes, ripping, tearing, and her body would undoubtedly be covered in my handprints that are dirty from working on my art. But fuck me, she’d like it.
The minute I had her naked, my mouth would leave hers, traveling down the length of her neck, sucking and pulling at the smooth velvet skin. Indy’s hands would dig into my hair, pressing me closer when my lips wrap around her nipple, working her other with my fingers. She’d be delirious with desire, rubbing herself against me. The underside of my cock would meet her slick core, and I’d be unable to keep from rocking back and forth, my mouth moving from one peaked tip to the other, blowing a puff of air and watching as her flesh comes alive with goose bumps.
“Toren,” I hear my name like a whisper brushing against your skin. Fuck, I must be hearing things, so lost in the moment of what I’d been doing in the shower that I’m dreaming of wanting Indy to say my name in a breathless tone. I close my eyes, settle back in the chair, and will my cock to calm down for the hundredth time today. Fat lot of good it does. The moment my eyes shut, I’m back in my fantasy. My hands are braced on the arms of the chair, and her aching core is right there, ready and waiting for my cock to slide inside her wet depths.
My hips shifted with each tug and pull on my dick, my precum helping guide my path along with the water from the shower. In a perfect world I would have dropped to my knees, kissing a path from her breasts, licking right along with it, until my nose would nuzzle between her thighs, smelling her for the first time and trying not to lose my shit.
“Toren.” My eyes flare open just as I remember the fantasy about me slamming inside of her in one hard thrust. I’d feel her flutter around my length and have to hold still for her to adjust to my dick. I’m out of my chair, quick on my feet, and gravitating toward the bathroom door.
Goddamn it, my cock hardens even more than I thought possible, pressing against my jeans so much that the damn thing will be sore and I’ll undoubtedly have blue balls. I’m at thebathroom, my palm pressed against the white door, wanting to push it open more than it already is. Instead, I stay stone cold still, listening to the noise and feeling the thick heat coming from the room Indy is in wet and naked.
Jesus, I’m a glutton for fucking punishment, but this right here, realization hits me right in the chest. I’ll break every damn rule about staying anonymous if it means Indy can keep her job. And something tells me that if she doesn’t get me to commit to a gallery showing, that’s exactly what it will happen.
Indy says my name again, then a low hum thrums from inside. I can imagine her in the shower, fingers buried where I want my cock, wet rivulets rolling down her firm body, and I wish like hell I were a fly on the wall. Her moans get louder, and it sounds like a hand slaps the tile. She must be getting closer. Fuck, I’m half-tempted to unbutton my pants, palm my cock, and come right along with her, but I’m not that bold or that much of a creep. And while I’m cool to play out any fantasy she wants to come to life, consent is the goddamn key.
I reluctantly walk away, taking one last deep breath to try and inhale her scent deep into my lungs, hopeful that it’ll last me until I get the real thing sooner rather than later. I’m going to have to make a tough choice, one that wasn’t on my radar for another year, if not two, and that’s going to require making plans, and fast.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and plop back in the chair. My cousin is going to kick my ass. Two years of carefully keeping my anonymity, and I’m about to break it all for a woman who gave me hell the first time we met then went around her ass to get to her elbow to find me. Jett is going to have a lot to say about this.
Me: How pissed you gonna be if I do this art gallery deal in Seattle?
The bubbles appear on the screen, then disappear, and then I’m greeted with a message.
Jett: This is all on you. I’m down for whatever. That being said, you know I’m going to be there to document everything as soon as everything’s set up.
Jett: Also, Seattle, big city for a man who doesn’t leave Whispering Oaks. EVER.
Me: I have no idea on the logistics. The woman sat in the heat, watched me work, gave me hell, and still wouldn’t give up. Told her she could take her best shot at dinner. Waiting on her now. I’ll keep you posted.
Jett: Give her my number. I’ll work as your assistant, I suppose
Jett: Also, this is going to cost you.
Me: Put it on an invoice. I’ve never shied away from paying, not going to now.
I run my hand down my face just as I hear the water turn off. That means I need to shut this conversation down.
