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“Sorry,” he murmured against my skin.
“Unless you’re sorry they’re not deeper, shut up,” I said softly as I kissed him and then gently pushed him so his back was flush with the wall. I reached up to adjust the showerhead so most of the spray was hitting him and then I took my time washing his body. Most of the blood and grass stains washed away instantly, but I was shocked to find I’d left bruises all over his body where I’d pressed my fingers into him just a bit too hard. I didn’t even remember being that rough with him.
“Nate, I’m sor-”
His finger came up to press against my lips. “Unless you’re sorry there aren’t more of them, shut up,” he said with a smile.
I chuckled and then leaned in to kiss him. He took his turn cleaning me up and by the time we were done, we were both hard again. When Nathan’s fingers tentatively searched out my dick, I showed him exactly how much pressure to exert as I closed my hand around his throbbing length. This time I came first and Nathan was the one to follow. When we were once again clean, we got out of the shower and dried off. Nathan hadn’t brought any clothes with him, so he wrapped a towel around his hips. I didn’t bother with a towel or any other clothing. Nathan’s body flushed a pretty shade of pink as he took in the sight of me, and then he swallowed hard and turned to leave the bathroom.
He hesitated once he reached my bedroom, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes settled briefly on my bed and then the door to the room. Considering the balls it had taken to walk into my room and then my bathroom uninvited, I fully expected him to head for my bed. But insecurity must have taken over because he began heading towards the door. It would have been easier to just let him go, but I wasn’t interested in easy…at least not tonight.
I snagged his hand and led him to the bed. I heard the tiniest sigh of relief escape his lips as he followed me, and when I pulled back the covers and got rid of his towel, he crawled between the sheets.
A momentary twinge of guilt went through me at what I was about to do, but I quelled it and climbed in after him.
I hadn’t shared this house or even this bed with David, but I’d also never spent the night with another man since his death. And since I’d only ever been in a relationship with David, that meant I’d never actually slept with another man. And here I was about to do it for the second time with Nathan.
I didn’t know what that meant, but none of it was good for me…or him.
God, this was so fucked up.
But that didn’t stop me from pressing my front to Nathan’s back as I curled my body around his. My arm went around his waist and I didn’t relax until his fingers covered mine where they were resting on his chest. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my hand. My dick was lodged against his ass and though I was turned on, my body had finally had enough and my cock remained only half-hard.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked as Nathan played with our fingers where they were linked over his chest.
He was quiet for so long that I was sure he wasn’t going to answer. But then he whispered, “I think you broke something inside of me, Vincent.” I felt my insides clench at that until he lifted my uninjured hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against my palm. “Thank you,” he said so quietly, I barely heard him. He clenched my hand with his and then he was out, his breathing evening out to indicate he’d found some peace in sleep.
Lucky bastard.
Because those few words had pretty much ensured I wouldn’t be as fortunate tonight.
Chapter 19
Nathan
A cold, wet nose was pressed against my neck while a soft, hairy tail was flicking against my mouth. It wasn’t the best way to wake up, but certainly not the worst, either. The best would have been to feel Vincent’s lips on the back of my neck and his thick cock buried deep inside of me. Despite my sore ass, I would have welcomed him sliding into my body again. Less than twelve hours had passed since he’d pushed his thickness inside of me, and I was feeling the loss. I’d come more in the last few hours than I had in the last year, but it wasn’t enough. Even if he’d just gotten me off with his hand like he had in the shower or in the early morning hours as he’d slid his dick between the crease of my ass and humped against me as he’d jerked me to completion, I would have been more than happy. But it had been far too long since I’d felt that sense of satisfaction come over me.
