Page 52 of Shattered Dreams

But it’s late, Rylee is asleep, and I really like the way this feels right now; Dre’s mouth on my neck, his hands on my hips. His hard dick pressed against my ass. So I don’t fight or argue.

“This okay?” he asks, his voice low, warm like the water rushing over me. I nod.

“Yes,” I answer solidly.

Dre’s lips trace a path up my neck to my jaw until he finds my mouth with his.

I groan with relief as he kisses me; his hand finding my jaw as he holds me in place. For a moment, I swear time stops as we stand there underneath the spray, just making out. Naked. In his shower. My cock voices its interest as I shift my position, turning so I can pin him against the tile. The need to feel him—to feel his hardness against me like this is… overwhelming. But also kind of arousing.

If he was expecting my advance, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he lets me push him right up against the tile, deepening the kiss between us as I grind my cock against him, because I need to feel some sort of friction.

Dre breaks our kiss, looking up at me with a hazy gaze, searching my eyes for something I can’t quite place.

I run my fingers over his jaw, over his kiss-swollen lips.

And then I carefully find his cock with my hand, waiting to see if he’ll stop me. He doesn’t.

“This okay?” I ask, the slight nervousness in my voice evident.

Dre nods, and then I feel him, his hand finding my cock, his thumb carefully settled right over my sensitive slit, and it’s only then I realize I’m not just hard as hell, I’m already well on my way to coming.

The last time that happened, I’d been fully clothed, and so was Dre. But we’re most certainly not clothed now, and while that should make me nervous, maybe a little anxious over seeing or feeling another man’s cum, I don’t feel weirded out at all. In fact, there’s a desire and curiosity within me that wants to know what it feels like.

“Keep going,” he whispers, his thumb trailing rhythmic lines over my leaking hole. “Don’t stop.”

His words hit me harder than they should, and I don’t hesitate. I start to stroke him, slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him in my hand, how warm he is, the pronounced raised feel of his vein along his shaft. Dre kisses me hard, as he slowly starts to move, bucking into my fist as his strokes come faster, harder. Before I know it, we’re both panting, thrusting into one another’s fists, and I can feel my balls getting tight and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Dre, I’m—”

“Me too,” he whispers, his voice warm and smooth as he kisses me, chasing my tongue with his.

I don’t know who comes first, because we both groan low and deep, and my orgasm hits me hard, and I erupt into his hand. My own fist fills with the rush of his release, and it doesn’t feel as weird as I thought it would. I keep stroking him, using his cum as lube, until he starts to slow down, his breathing turning steady.

When he pulls away, I can’t help but feel a tight pull in my chest. My heart beats a hundred miles a minute.

We take our time as we wash one another up, not caring that the water’s gone cold.

And when we get out, drying ourselves off, there’s a feeling of contentment that I never thought I’d ever feel again.

We get into bed wordlessly, and I throw my arm over his hip and pull him close. He doesn’t fight me. Exhaustion hits, and I bury my face in his hair, breathing in his soapy, masculine scent.

The way his body molds to mine is so fucking perfect.

He’s fucking perfect.

“Good night, Paul,” he says, his voice far away.

“Night,” I mutter as I let the warmth of his body and the darkness pull me under once more.

Chapter Nineteen

Andre

Each day gets easier. Not only our routine, but the emotional part of it too. I haven’t traveled in so long that I was used to having Rylee around all the time. Her starting school has been an adjustment for us both. Thankfully, Paul has already been through this and has been a rock for me, and has helped so much with Rylee. Not only with her adjusting, but with picking her up from school and even bringing her in some mornings.

If I wasn’t working right now, I don’t know what I’d be doing. Going crazy, that’s what. Working during the day helps keep me sane. I’m too busy dealing with these kids to sit and worry about made-up scenarios in my head. I have to remind myself that Rylee is safe where she’s at and if anything is wrong, they’ll call me.

Her being with strangers is what’s getting to me the most. When she wasn’t with me, when I had to travel, she was with my parents. That’s it. There was never anyone else. Never any babysitters. Nothing. She never went to preschool or daycare. Victoria always stayed with her. Taught her everything. And she did a good job because Rylee is smart as hell.