Page 38 of Double Play

“This is new,” she hums in appreciation.

I had chest hair when I was younger but shaving it off was a thing then. Now, I could care less about its presence, and if she likes it, it stays.

Her delicate but strong hands work over my shoulders, squeezing my biceps and stroking down my forearms. She momentarily flattens our hands together and links our fingers.

The sensation is soothing, intimate.

When her hands hook into the sides of my pants which are already relatively low on my hips, I suck in a breath, causing my abs to contract.

India arches a brow before dropping her gaze and lowering my pants to the shower floor. Crouched in front of me, she glances up, catching her eyes on the space to the left of my cock.

“This is new, too,” she whispers, placing her hand on my hip and stroking her thumb over my pelvic bone.

Over the ink that is a mix of falling snowflakes and flaming trees, symbolizing a wildfire scented by snow.

Her gaze fixates on the design that covers a good portion of my pelvic region, stretching down my upper thigh and up my abs a bit.

Lifting her eyes, she leans forward and presses a tender kiss to the hard bone covered in ink.

I suck in another breath.

“Is this for me?”

I don’t answer. My tongue is swollen because she’s running her nose against the area, dragging it in a way that’s almost ticklish. Then she kisses the tip of my dick which is quickly coming back to life.

“India,” I warn, knowing realistically I need more time to recover from what we just did.

Dismissing me like the vixen she is, she stands, squirts more body wash into her hands and strokes over my hips, along my dick, and between my legs.

I lean back against the steam-coated wall and step out of the pants pooled at my ankles. Spreading my thighs, I allow her to play as I stiffen and lengthen again.

“What are you doing to me?” I glance down, watching her hands pump and squeeze, gentle but firm, as the soap rinses away.

“I’m going to take care of you.” Her voice is pure seduction. Perhaps she’s been as wound as me, pent up and desperate to be unleashed.

To be knocked out of the park and then tossed back into the game.

Within minutes, I’m hard but not hard enough. India doesn’t care. She kisses the tip, peppers the length of my shaft with more, then returns to the top and opens wide.

“Wildfire,” I ground out, cursing her while loving it. I tip back my head, sucking in a deep breath until the warmth of her mouth surrounds me.

Unable to look away, I bow my head, watching as she worships my cock. I brush my fingertips along her cheek and fist as much of her thick mane in my hand as I can gather.

You’re going to break me. She’ll tear me in two and I won’t be whole again, not that I’m certain I’ve ever been whole without her. Nothing has ever felt like this feels. I’d thought maybe the memories of her were enhanced because we’d been so much younger. But with her lips around my cock and her soft sounds of enjoyment, I know nothing ever will feel like what it feels like now. With her.

“Get up here,” I demand, wanting to please her as much as she’s teasing me.

With her lids raised, she swipes down my shaft, giving it a playful peck on the tip before she stands. The tile has made little indents on her knees, and I don’t like that she might be hurt.

Her hand cups my chin bringing my gaze to her face.

“Bed?” She raises a brow. “We don’t even have to sneak into the room.”

The reminder brings both a chuckle and concern.

“What are we doing?” I whisper, brushing back her hair, watching my fingers comb through the dark tangles before meeting her eyes again.

“We’re giving ourselves three nights.” She pauses. “My favorite number.”