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“To the bunkhouse. For a shower. Didn’t I just say that?”
“Why go there when there’s a perfectly good bathroom here?”
Butch wasn’t sure how Toby or the boss would feel if they got to hear about that.
“It’s still early. No one will know,” Sol assured him. “And we’ll be fast.”
The idea of a quick clean-up rather than braving the bunkhouse only to leave it again won out. “Okay.” He stripped off, and Sol did the same, then they walked barefoot out of the room and along the hallway to the bathroom. Not a sound came from the other rooms, and Butch guessed all the guests were still sleeping.
Light filled the room, glinting off the tiles. The first thing Butch saw was a shelf above the sink, where a toothbrush stood in a glass.
“Damn it,” he muttered.
“Something wrong?”
“There was another reason I was gonna head back to the bunkhouse—I wanted my toothbrush.”
Sol chuckled. “Gotta love a man who likes to be clean all over.” He opened a wall cabinet, and removed a brand-new toothbrush wrapped in plastic. “Here. There’s toothpaste too. Toby thought of everything. So while you brush your teeth, I’ll get a head start, which is probably a good idea.” He grinned. “The less time I spend in the shower with you, the better.” Sol looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on Butch’s erect cock. “Yeah,definitelya good idea.”
Butch brushed his teeth, but instead of watching his reflection, he watched Sol beneath the jets of water, the languid slide of lather over his skin, the gleam of the lights on Sol’s head, his concentration as he cleaned his ass with a soapy hand, working his fingers into his hole.
Then Sol glanced up and grinned again. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”
Butch got on with his task, averting his eyes to prevent further distractions. When he was done, he crossed the floor and joined Sol under the stream of warm water. Butch filled his cupped palm with bodywash from the wall canister, but when he reached behind to clean his crack, balls, and hole, Sol stopped him.
“That’s my job this morning.” And before Butch could get a word out, Sol slid a lathered hand down Butch’s back, rubbing slick fingers through his crease, pausing at his hole to push a fingertip inside. “Hands on the tiles, arms straight, eyes front, and arch your back.”
Okay, that was hot.
Butch didn’t hesitate, groaning when Sol penetrated him. He leaned in, his lips close to Butch’s ear. “Are you good to go?”
It took him a second to work out what Sol was asking, and heat surged through him. “I’m good.” He groaned as Sol’s fingers did a little dance inside him. “Any more of that, and I’m gonna be cleaning my cum off the tiles.”
“Not today, you’re not.” Sol’s tone told him that outcome was not up for discussion. He pulled Butch’s hips toward him, and water ran down his spine. Sol spread his cheeks, allowing the warm water to rinse away all traces of the soap. Butch thought they were done, until a warm tongue lapped his hole, and he let out a moan.
“Fuck, Sol. He sounds amazing. Where’ve you been hiding him? And are you going to share?”
Aw shoot, a guest.
Butch froze, then straightened without thinking, and Sol’s reaction was instantaneous. He placed himself between Butch and the guest, and Butch had only to look at Sol’s rigid stance to know he was pissed.
“What are you doing here, Darren?” Sol’s voice had an edge to it, a touch of steel, and Butch shivered.
“I heard the shower running. I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”
“Then why, when you could see I was plainlynotalone, did you think it okay to walk in here without making us aware of your presence, and then make that unprofessional comment? You know nothing about him, but youdoknow about boundaries, right? And you also know Toby would be as pissed as I am right now if he knew you’d breached them. So turn around, go back to your room, and be ready to explain yourself to me later. Because wearegoing to discuss this.”
Butch peered over Sol’s shoulder. Darren stood there in a pair of black briefs, his face pale.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I should know better. But I really didn’t know you weren’t—”
“Not now, Darren.”
He gave a single nod, then turned around and left.
Sol turned to face Butch. He expelled a breath, and Sol’s arms enveloped him.
“I’m so sorry about that.” Sol’s brows furrowed. “I hate it when guys don’t respect boundaries, especially a Dom who should know better. I know I only met the man yesterday, but that was very unprofessional of him. If he’s an example of the kind of Dom they have over there in Atlanta, I don’t think I’ll be going there any day soon.” He curved a hand around Butch’s cheek. “You okay?”
