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We hop in the shower together, where I have to convince myself not to drop to my knees for him. I see the fire in his eyes and know he has to be imagining me down there too. His eyes drop to my cock and he smirks. “What do you plan to do with that?”
I glance down at my hard dick, where it twitches under both of our attention. “Nothing. I can’t help it around you.” I give him a grin. “You want to do something about it?” I joke.
Rax isn’t. He crowds me, pushing me back against the wall. When my back is against the cold surface, Rax tips his head to the side, analyzing me. I open my mouth to ask what’s going on when I suck in a breath for an entirely different reason. Rax’s hand wraps around my cock and strokes up slowly.
“Fuck,” I grunt, holding on to his shoulders as I push into his hand.
“Feels different than my own.”
Swallowing thickly, I say, “My dick is smaller than yours. You’re hung like a fucking horse.”
Rax’s dark chuckle washes over me and I push into his hand faster. “I like it. How you feel in my hand.”
“Christ,” I whimper, biting my lip hard enough to almost break the skin.
“He can’t help you now,” Rax drawls, running his nose over my jaw, moving his hand faster on my dick. “You said you want danger. My hand on your cock is as close as you’ll ever get to true danger.”
“God, yes. Squeeze my balls, please. Add some pressure.”
He reaches under me and squeezes my balls as he strokes me faster, making me cry out and spurt my cum all over him. My body shudders as I hold on to him, watching his gaze darken as he takes me in. My chest rises and falls quickly as I try to catch my breath, but it keeps ticking up with every stroke Rax gives my dick. He’s not letting up and I fucking love it.
“Want another?” he asks in his gravelly voice, stepping closer to me as he rubs his hard dick against my thigh. “I think I can make you come again.”
Shaking my head, I still his hand. “Not in here. I want you inside me when you make me come more than once.”
Again, he runs his nose along my jaw. “That can be arranged.”
Grinning, I watch him step away from me and soap himself with the cloth. I do the same, getting myself clean so we can eat. Rax washes his hair again and I smile, knowing I’ll get to brush it. His hair is so lovely—thick and lush, the dark brown waves cascading down his back. Hell, his hair is almost as pretty as mine. I’m not sure how he kept it like that the whole time he was in prison, but that’s not a question I’ll ask.
Though I do wonder about his time in prison. He said it was the same every day but didn’t really go in depth. What would I ask to get to know him? Do I really want to know about the shit he went through in there?
Yes.
In the two weeks we have together, I want to know everything.
After we dry off, we trot downstairs together, where I cook the eggs while Rax makes the sausage. “We should find something else to eat for breakfast,” he remarks.
“I can try my hand at French toast. I used to watch my dad make it all the time.”
“I love French toast.”
Nodding, I file that away for another time.
We grab our plates and eat in silence, with me occasionally glancing over at Rax, watching how his face transforms as he takes in the beauty outside. The trees and flowers are lovely, making it feel like we really are in our own little bubble.
I haven’t been outside since we came over a week ago and I’d like to. “Can we go for a walk?”
Rax nods. “Sure. After we eat?”
“When it warms up a bit more.” The mornings are pretty brisk, but the afternoons warm up nicely. Zeke only brought me a light jacket.
We finish breakfast and after Rax puts our dishes in the dishwasher, he rests between my legs and I brush his hair, humming “Love You Down” by Ready For the World, a song my dad loved and I didn’t understand until I got older. It’s not the same song I was humming the first time I brushed his hair, though it’s one of my favorites.
The lush waves don’t tangle as much anymore, so I’m done brushing rather quickly. I kiss the top of Rax’s head and hand him the brush.
“Done.” I drag my hands through his hair. “It’s so pretty.”
He chuckles. “It’s supposed to be bad ass.” He turns around, kneeling in front of me as he slides me closer to him. Rax smiles and tips up my chin. “Do I look pretty?”
