Page 43 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“You certainly impressed me,” Nolan admitted.

“Well, that’s all that matters, then,” Reid said, and while they both knew it was a lie, they didn’t mention it, pushing it from their minds in the form of another kiss.

Reid’s dashing pants ended up crumpled on the floor alongside Nolan’s jeans. His breath was short, heart racing as they bared more and more skin, as they pressed closer and closer and tasted the affection between them, sweet on their lips.

Reid was the one who turned the shower on this time, ducking beneath it and motioning for Nolan to join him, eyes sparkling and dark with desire at the same time.

This was… big. This moment.

Nolan knew this was the point of no return. He was going to fall for this man, this man whose life he was supposed to ruin.

If he stepped into that shower with him, he knew there was no turning back.

Nolan walked into the steam, joining a waiting Reid.

Reid

Nolan joined him under the spray, and suddenly it was like no time had passed at all. Once again, the water slicked their bodies and dripped between them. It was hot on his tongue as it melted into their kiss, as he chased the drops down Nolan’s neck, pushing him against the shower wall.

As he slid a thigh between Nolan’s legs, felt his hard length against his skin and chased the rush, he realized this was only the beginning. It was only Monday, even though it felt like he’d already lived a whole week in just one day.

He still had a whole week with Nolan. Of this.

And suddenly he didn’t want to wait anymore. He pressed even closer, slotting their cocks together and basking in Nolan’s moan.

“You know what I just realized?” Reid whispered.

Nolan’s eyes were wide as he shook his head. “What?”

“We have all week together,” he announced, dipping his head to take his lips again.

Reid couldn’t believe he’d almost allowed himself to miss out on this. Almost let himself walk out of Nolan’s life without looking back.

Nolan hummed, the sound tickling Reid’s lips. His hips kicked forward as Reid dropped a hand between them, wrapping around both their cocks and stroking slowly.

He leaned into Nolan even more, holding him against the wall. The water barely reached them in this corner, and chills spread over his skin at the contrast of the chilly air and the mist.

The next thing he knew, his back was pressing into the cold tile, sending a shiver up his spine, and Nolan was curling his hands in his hair, tilting his head up, deepening the kiss.

He rolled his hips into Reid’s touch, and Reid slowed the pace, squeezing his hand on each upstroke.

“Reid,” Nolan panted into the kiss, and god, that was hot. Hearing his name on Nolan’s breath.

Zings of pleasure danced across his scalp as Nolan tightened his grasp, and Reid’s fingers closed around them in turn. Nolan’s breath skated across his cheek, and Reid couldn’t help himself; he fought the delightful tug in his hair so he could chase another drop of water across his skin, desperately jealous they were closer to him than Reid could be.

He licked and sucked along the line of Nolan’s neck, and Nolan tilted his head to the side for more, holding Reid there with a hand in his hair as the other dropped to his hip, holding him in place, pushing him against the wall.

Reid loosened his hold a bit more, just to see what Nolan would do, how desperate he’d get.

He groaned again, the sound deep and needy in a way that made Reid’s blood run even hotter.

“Are you intent on torturing me?” he questioned, righting his head and staring into Reid’s eyes.

Reid swallowed. “Maybe.”

“Like you said, we have all week, yes?” he asked, gaze drifting to Reid’s lips, and then lower.

Reid didn’t know what to do except nod.