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He came, he came, he came.
Right when I needed him most.
Firm fingers grip my waist, using me for balance as he hobbles to reach one hand back, then the other, to yank off his socks. I shove his jeans and boxers down once he's steady, and he wastes no time in shucking them off completely, before plastering himself to me. Fully naked.
His bare cock brushes against mine, before pressing against my stomach like a heavy, hot brand. I cup his ass, squeezing him, pulling a deep groan from his chest as I grind my hard length up against his.
Our tongues swirl hotly in his mouth, and then I’m pulling back, scraping my teeth over his lip. He tastes like rain water and something headier, something distinctlyWill.
He makes a small noise of protest as I arch away from him, reaching blindly around me for the shower knobs.
It’s a massive walk-in shower, with one of those fancy rectangular showerheads that take up almost the entire stall. Feels like you’re in a rainstorm. It’s fucking Heaven.
Hands spread widely over my lower back, the sides of his pinkie fingers teasing the slope of my clenched ass.
“Damn,” Will breathes, pressing a quick kiss to my shoulder. His pupils are blown, eyes heavy with arousal as he takes in the shower behind me. “This is some fancy ass shit you got here.”
The pipes creak the slightest bit, and then water comes cascading down, crashing onto the tiled flooring. I hum a kiss against his cheek, before turning away to adjust the temperature.
Big wall to wall mirrors surround the shower from the waist up, so I have a perfect, unobstructed view of Will standing behind me. Tall and tanned. Muscular shoulders bunched from holding me so tight.
Like he’s terrified to let me go.
Like I might disappear if he does.
Our gazes connect in the mirror, and I’m thrown back to the many times we met like this.
That first night, over a year ago, in a dingy bar bathroom. A girl caught between us, none the wiser to the storm brewing around her.
Then months later, when he held me back from punching out my reflection. The night I thought we might never come back from.
The club bathroom, confetti and glitter sticking to our temples. Chests heaving. Lips still tingling. His raw confession—“You are loved. And I’m not better off without you.” —and the heartbreak that followed…
“We’re not good for each other, Waylon. Not like this.”
“We have a lot of moments in bathrooms, don’t we?” I whisper, chest growing heavy from the memories of our rocky start.
His mouth lifts at the corners. “You noticed that too?”
I laugh and it’s creaky.
His features soften and he drops his mouth to the side of my head. “No regrets.”
Sliding my eyes shut, I nod. “No regrets.”But I’m still sorry.
Steam fills the room, tickling my skin. The heat beckons, even though I’m already boiling.
As if reading my mind, Will slides his hands to my hips, and gives me a little nudge to get under the spray.
I hear the glass door slide shut just as I whirl around, grab Will by the skull, and crush his mouth to mine in an open, messy kiss. His arms come around me, catching me, just before we would’ve gone tumbling into the doors.
The water pounds down on our faces and slides over our shoulders. We’re pressed so tightly together, water pools along the grooves of our collarbones.
“Fuck,” he mutters, sucking water off my bottom lip.
He pulls back, cupping my cheeks in his warm palms. I blink through the water sliding down my head, my temples, droplets clinging heavily to my lashes. He collects the ones that fall with his fingers.
Moving his palm, Will drags a thumb over my lips, and I pull the warm digit in, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him over my tongue.
