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Every time I fall into a restless slumber, I dream. And those dreams turn into nightmares.
The space beside me is empty, as Samuel has once again decided that he’d rather sleep anywhere but in my bed. Sick of this constant ache, I kick back the covers and decide to make myself a cup of cocoa. It always worked when I was a child, so I can only hope it’ll do so now.
As I slip into my robe, I hear the pipes whining as someone starts up the shower. Could it be Samuel?
Opening the door a sliver, I slip through and tiptoe to the bathroom. Light streams out from the ajar doorway, and I’m like a moth to a flame as I drift towards it. I don’t know what possesses me, but like a thief in the night, I take a deep breath before peeking inside.
It takes my eyes a while to adjust, as plumes of steam fill the guest bathroom, but when they do, I jump backwards and press my back to the wall. A freight train is speeding through my veins, my blood soaring loudly in my ears, my body tingling and betraying me because in that shower is not Samuel—it’s Saxon.
I need to turn away and go back the way I came, but I can’t. My feet act before my brain can keep up and before I know it, I’m flat to the wall, my face peering around the bathroom doorjamb. I’ve never seen another man nude before. And I feel sinfully wicked that that man is Saxon.
The mist masks my vision, but I can make out enough. Water trickles over his hardened body as he unknowingly lathers up a handful of soap. His back is turned—it’s golden and tanned and so very muscled.
The glass is caked with a thick fog, but when he turns to the side, I get a glimpse of a toned, firm ass. I never thought watching a man shower could be a turn on, but that was before I watched Saxon getting clean.
His hand slips lower as he begins washing over his stomach and down between his thighs. I instantly avert eyes, ashamed that I’m watching, but Piper’s comment today about Saxon’s junk has me curious.Ishe identical to Sam—inside and out?
Knowing I’ll never have this opportunity again, I give in to my inquisitiveness and shyly continue watching. My eyes follow each lithe movement, mesmerized by each droplet kissing his glistening skin. I’m lost in this erotic vision and don’t realize what I’m seeing until it’s too late to turn away.
His arm begins moving in a distinct manner, slow at first as he leans his head back, his wet hair sticking to the slope of his neck. As the strokes get faster and faster, the clear sound of his hand working his shaft bounces off the white walls. Water sloshes in time with his frantic speed, and when he slams his palm against the tiles and leans forward, I too mimic his movement.
Even under the water spray, I can hear his primal grunts, and the sound does something it shouldn’t. I press my thighs together, hoping to suppress the tingle shooting all the way to my core. I’m with him every stroke of the way, watching in breathless anticipation, desperate to see how it ends.
His outstretched palm curls into a fist, hinting that he’s close. Piper’s comment plays loudly in my mind as I stand on tippy toes, desperate for one…little…look. He shifts and by some miracle, the fog clears and his glorious ass comes into full view. Its firm and shaped liked a peach. His dimples of Venus are perfectly symmetrical, just like the rest of him.
The frantic speed of his arm and his low, guttural moans has me biting my lip to mute my whimper. He suddenly turns to the left, and through the cloud of steam, I see his hand working his length madly. The sight of his strong hand wrapped around his thick, long, hard, very hard…cock, has me yelping and bashfully turning away.
My heart is galloping and I feel like I’ve just run a race. This is wrong, so very wrong.
What the hell am Idoing?
I only saw him front on for two seconds, but it was two seconds too long. What I’ve just done hits home, and I race down the hall and into my room. It takes me minutes to calm my nerves and process what I just did. I’m appalling. No better than a peeping tom.
I crawl under my blankets, the comfort of cocoa long gone because I don’t deserve it. I’m trembling and it frightens me because I don’t know if I’m trembling in fear or excitement. Squeezing my eyes shut, I know another sleepless night is ahead of me. But somehow, I know if I dream, I’ll dream about the fact that Saxon and Samuel aren’t identical after all.
Twelve
I wake when a persistentnudging digs into my lower back.
Snapping one eye open, it takes me all of three seconds to realize that unrelenting prodding is Sam’s erection pressed into my lower back. His lulled, heavy breathing displays that he’s sleeping, but it’s not uncommon for him to get a little frisky when sound asleep.
Under normal circumstances, I would reach underneath the blankets and wake him up to a nice surprise. But now, I’m afraid I’ll lose a finger if I try. I also feel guilty after what I saw last night. But Sophia did say for him to remember we should try and revert back to our normal routine. So maybe a little action under the sheets isn’t a bad place to start.
Rolling over slowly, I gasp when the light streaming in through the curtains draws attention to his dark stubbled jaw line and parted soft lips. Looking so at peace, I can almost forget that underneath that tranquility lies a man who loathes me.
However, focusing on the mission at hand, I nervously lift the sheet and slide my fingers underneath. I don’t dare make a sound, afraid he’ll wake and tell me to stop. I rest my hand over his boxer briefs, his hard-on hot and demanding.
With cautious fingers, I slide them up and dip under the waistband of his briefs, biting my lip as I feel the soft curls coil underneath my touch. I stroke his length gently, my eyes glued to his face, waiting for any signal that he’s awake. He still appears to be asleep.
I lean up on my elbow, as this gives me more leverage to take control. I never miss a beat. I continue stroking up and down his shaft, increasing the speed and pressure as I feel a tingle beginning to build low in my belly.
His flesh is hot, scorching hot, and I feel empowered that it’s hot because of me. As I rub over him, a soft moan passes through his lips, but his eyes remain squeezed shut. He stirs, but I assume he’s lost in a wave of pleasure and happy to give over total control.
I cup the heavy weights beneath his length, rolling them gently while rubbing my thighs together, completely turned on. A sated sigh passes from both our lips as Sam arches his back, pushing himself into my palm.
“Oh, babe, that’s it,” he growls, his voice raspy and coated with desire. As I run my pointer over his tip, he howls, undulating. “You’re fucking incredible, Alicia. I’m almost there. You always know what I like.” His words instantly extinguish my flame.
I remove my hand from his underwear at lightning quick speed, shaking it out as I suddenly feel dirty. When his eyelids flicker and a scowl replaces his pleasure, I jump out of bed and run straight for the door.
