Page 109 of Here & There

“It’s okay,” she says soothingly.

Oh God, she thinks I couldn’t get it up.

“It’s not that either,” I say. Without thinking about it, I stand up so she can see the dark stain of wetness between my legs.

Shelby claps a hand over her mouth. “Oh…”

Fuck. I should have just quietly excused myself. She must think I’m a teenager. Or maybe a virgin. One who somehow knows he loves pussy…

“I’ll…I’m going to go grab that shower,” I say. “I’ll…thank you.”

Shelby’s clutching her sheet over herself, but I’m so embarrassed I can hardly even look her way.

Thank you?I grab my shirt and slip out of the room before I can fuck this up further.

The house is dark as I cut across the deck and slip inside. I head for the main floor shower, which is on the opposite side of the house from Nate’s room, even though, hopefully, he’s asleep by now.

My briefs and jeans are a sticky mess as I undress—I didn’t just come, I fuckingcame.

I think of Shelby as I climb into the shower. First about how embarrassing that was, but soon about how good it was before I lost control.

Jesus, she tasted good. Like a fucking peach. I reach down to soap off my dick, surprised to find it semi-hard again. If only she knew how far from unable to get it up around her I am.

Because her breathtaking curvy body is still etched in my brain, I stroke myself again, guilt and embarrassment temporarily suspended as I picture what I still want to do to her. I need to leave the shower, to go back and apologize, but suddenly I find my cock is rock hard again, and I’m stroking myself over and over. At first I’m angry at myself. Then I just see her. “Fuck, Shelby. Fuck.”

It’s only then that I hear the creak outside. Panic ripping through me, I jerk back the shower curtain.

Shelby’s there, frozen, her fingers on her lips.

She’s put on pajamas—shorts and a tank top. Her hair hangs loose around her shoulders, dusting across her beautiful tits, unrestrained by a bra.

But even through my embarrassment, my cock pulses in my stilled fist.

Her eyes drop to my clothes on the floor, where my mess is obvious, in case she didn’t get it before.

Water pounds on my back. I should turn it off.

But she opens her mouth.

“I thought—” Her words are barely audible over the roar of the shower. She swallows, her throat bobbing. “I thought maybe you were a good actor,” she says, loud enough for me to hear her clearly. “That you weren’t really enjoying yourself. But you said my name just now.”

Heat floods my cheeks. But it’s not embarrassment now. It’s anger that someone, sometime, made her feel that she was undesirable. “Shelby,” I say. “First of all, you should know I’m a shit actor. I can barely pretend to like a meal, let alone fake the kind of reaction I have around you.” I angle myself so she’s protected from the spray of water beating against my back,then I reach out and take her hand, pressing it against my wet chest. “Whoever gave you that kernel of doubt, whenever it was, whoever fed it and watered it and helped it grow, I want you to look at me whenever you feel that way andknowit’s patently untrue.” I shift her hand so it’s over the center of my chest, so she can feel the beat of my heart. “Feel that?” I know it’s going fast. I can feel it. “It does that whenever I even think of you.”

Her beautiful eyes are on mine as I slide her hand down. I watch her carefully, taking in the way her irises flare as I wrap her hand around my cock, fully engorged once more.

“And this?” I slide her hand up in mine so she can feel my full, throbbing head, the slickness already gathering at its tip. “This is what happens when I think about every curve on your body. When I kiss you. When you so much as brush your hand against mine. Hell, when you breathe in my direction, I get hard. That’s how desirable you are, Shelby. You drive me crazy. All the fucking time.”

Shelby’s eyelashes flutter. “Show me,” she says, gently sliding her hand away from mine.

“You want me to?—”

She nods.

I swallow. Then I push the shower curtain wide so she can see.

I draw my hand up in one long stroke. I close my eyes for a moment, consumed with the raw pleasure of knowing she’s watching me.

“I’ve never lost control like that before,” I say. It’s true. Not even as a teenager. I hesitate, suddenly worried about coming on too strong. Bit too late for that. My dick is literally in my hand.

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