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He pulls away from our kiss and looks down at my hand, his mouth hanging open as he watches with a lust-filled expression.
“Slower,” he mutters.
So I ease up my pace, squeezing the head slightly on every upstroke. He bites his lip while his eyes stare intently on the motion of my hand.
“Atta girl,” he whispers, and I let out a sweet moan of pleasure. He’s still touching me, but just the sound of his voice in that sultry tone turns me on.
“Are we still playing?” I whisper into his kiss.
“Yes. Why? Not having fun?”
“I am…” I reply in a breathless murmur when he curls his finger inside me, finding a spot completely new to me.
When his finger leaves my heat, I open my eyes and stare at him in confusion. Then, I watch him reach for the showerhead—the same one I used on myself the other day. And I already know where this is going when he takes my hand and places the showerhead there.
“Show me how you use this, baby.”
My breath hitches. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, even in the heat of the shower with the spray still pelting my skin.
I’ve never felt more sexual or more alive in my entire life. I do this almost every day. I let men watch me, but when it’s Garrett’s eyes on me, it’s different. It’s like they were always there, always meant to stay there. So natural that I feel stranger when he’s not looking at me than when he is. He’s not another person in the room…he’s more of an extension ofme.
So with our eyes locked, I move the warm spray down my body until the heat pummels my most sensitive spot. My stomach contracts and my spine curls as the breath forces itself out of my body.
Leaning against the shower wall, I stare back at him, bringing myself closer to climax. His hand is wrapped around his cock, and he’s stroking it the same way I just was. But our eyes don’t leave each other’s. I can see him jacking himself in the periphery of my vision, but it’s the look in his eyes I want. I want his most vulnerable, private expressions. I want to see into his soul.
I’m so lost in the intensity of our eye contact that I’m practically side-swiped by the sudden onslaught of my orgasm knocking the wind right out of me. My muscles tighten and I cry out, grabbing onto Garrett for support as I’m knocked down over and over by the sensation.
When I open my eyes, I watch the white jets of his cum disappear into the spray of water. He grabs me and crashes our bodies together, kissing me hard. The showerhead is hanging in my hand as I latch onto him, needing his touch, his kiss, his nearness.
When we finally come up for air, I use the showerhead in my hand to clean us both off, and we laugh a bit. Then we wash ourselves up, gentle smiles on our faces, stealing kisses every moment we can. And it really has me wondering how bad this is going to hurt when the week ends.
* * *
So how did things go with your stepbrother? Did you talk to him?
I bite my lip, staring down at the screen. It feels almost wrong now to still be talking to Drake when there’s clearly something going on with Garrett, but Garrett and I are just playing. He made that very clear. And since tomorrow is the last day at the lake house, there are still so many unanswered questions between us. What happens after this week?
Not exactly.
Uh oh. What does that mean?he asks.
It means…I don’t know. We’re keeping things physical, I guess.
There’s no response for a moment, and I start to worry that I shouldn’t be telling him this stuff about my real life. This is way too real for a conversation with a client, but Drake isn’t really one of my clients anymore. We’ve told each other really personal stuff that I don’t normally share with other guys.
“Who are you talking to?” Garrett’s voice makes me jolt as he leans over my shoulder, staring at my phone. I quickly pull it to my chest to hide the chat box with Drake because I don’t know how Garrett would react to me talking to Drake the way I do.
Of course, I don’t know what Garrett and I are, so I should probably figure that out first. After the hike, he seemed different. A little less like the jerk who toys with me and more like a man who…actually likes me. It threw me off.
I think it threw him off too. He’s been weird ever since.
“None of your business!” I snap, swatting at him to get him out of my space. He’s laughing as he heads to the fridge to pull a bottle of water off the top shelf.
“Is that your little camgirl app?”
I spin toward him. “You calling it alittle camgirl appis super condescending and offensive. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do,” he replies before taking a swig. “I just like ruffling your feathers.” He sends me a wink. Then he pulls his own phone out of his pocket, and I turn around to get back to my conversation with Drake.
