Page 121 of Barinov

“Stop laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, wiping a tear from his eye. “So near the end you… what?”

I lean in. “Near the end that voice in my head went…” I drop my voice an octave just for the hell of it. “FINISH HIM!”

He laughs so hard he folds forward and slams his forehead into mine.

“Ouch! Fuck, Cade!”

“Sorry, babe,” he gasps, clutching my bicep for support as he tries to catch his breath.

He finally stops laughing like a hyena and locks eyes with me. Something inside him softens, for all of two seconds, before his own grin widens again.

“What?” I ask.

“Finish him, Lex?” Cade smiles like the devil as another breathy laugh escapes him.

He doesn’t wait for my comeback. Instead, he slowly trails a single finger down the ridge of my abs, tracing my muscle like he’s marking his damn territory. When he reaches my hips, he bites his lower lip. His hazel eyes burn with a sudden heat that melts me to my core.

And I know damn well, this man holds one of the keys to my fucking soul.

Before I can even draw in a breath, he wraps his hand around my cock. He grips me tight, his palm slick with water and heat, and—holy shit.

“Fuuuuck, Cade,” I moan, my head snapping back as my eyes roll into my skull. The steady stream of the shower hammers against my face, but I barely feel it. I barely feel anything other than his hand stroking my cock. “I didn’t mean for this to be—”

“Shhh,” he hushes, cutting me off.

He lunges forward, crashing his mouth against mine. Our tongues entangle in a messy and desperate battle.

I feel my balls tighten when Cade picks up his pace.

God.

Fucking.

Dammit.

This cannot be happening.

This is embarrassing as hell. I’m a damn fighter. I’m supposed to have endurance. Supposed to be the one in charge. But with the endless number of Haley’s cockblocks lately and my raging case of blue balls… Cade’s hand moving like this with his body pressed against mine has me nearing my limit at lightning speed.

I’m about to blow before we even begin.

I reach down, fingers locking around his wrist like a cuff, and force his momentum to a grinding halt.

“Babe,” I grit. My lungs burn like I’ve just gone ten rounds. I pull his hand away. “Give me…” I clear my throat. “Just give me a second.”

He cocks me a brow. “You okay?”

I manage a shaky nod. “Yeah, it’s just.” I suck in a desperate gulp of air. “I was about to bust a nut before the party even got started. You’re killing me.”

Cade’s head drops to my chest. His shoulders bounce as he laughs uncontrollably. He reaches behind me, his wet skin sliding against mine as he twists the handle. The roar of the water dies instantly. Leaving nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths and the drip-drip-drip on the tile.

“What are you doing?” I breathlessly ask.

“Come on, babe,” he says. His voice vibrating in that low tone I haven’t heard in a long damn time.

He hauls me out of the shower, the cool tile stinging my wet feet like a shock to the system. We don’t even bother with towels. Just walk out dripping and leaving a trail on the hardwood. He marches me toward the bed with an iron-clad grip on my wrist.