Page 64 of Manhattan Heart

India

You could say I’m an expert on all the noises Gray makes.

So, when I wake that morning, unsure what’s brought me into consciousness at the unnatural hour of 6 am, I roll over in bed to find it empty.

Not a surprise, Gray likes to rise early, unless it’s a weekend.

Climbing from the bed, I see the boys are fast asleep in their bed over in the alcove, the blinds are down so they’ll sleep for a while yet. I’m raising two lazy pups. But what I know is, the noise wasn’t them getting into some trouble.

I leave them sleeping, until the run I’ll take them on later in our new football field sized backyard.

My intent is on peeing then going to find where Gray is.

Then I hear it again.

It’s a moan.

A sex moan and my belly clenches uptight.

And it’s coming from the bathroom.

My feet carry me across to the en suite like I’m floating on a cloud. My brain fogs over listening to the sexiest sound on earth and what I find once I’m inside, is Gray behind the glass enclosed shower.

It’s clouded with steam, but I still see him clearly.

One hand is braced to the white tiled wall, he has his head bent over his body and the other hand…sweet Jesus, is wrapped tightly around his massive erection and he’s stroking himself roughly from balls to tip.

I swear, I can’t say under oath how I move my feet from the door towards the shower enclosure, but I’m in front of it in seconds and I see Gray’s head lift to look at me.

He doesn’t stop.

His moans are ragged and scorching as the steam continues billowing from his too-hot shower.

He goes right on hand fucking himself and his cock is big and angry red at the tip, I see its own wetness dripping over his rough, jerking hand.

I mouth his name and his grunts grow heavier.

His eyes don’t leave mine.

My presence urges him on, frantic and consuming.

My whole body is jolted with lust pounding me from all sides when he comes suddenly and his noises now are nothing short of pure sex.

Rough and low, drawn out until he lets his spent cock go and only then does Gray break our gazes by dropping his head under the water, both hands on the wall now to brace his satisfied body.

We have one of those fancy shower wet rooms that’s big enough for an orgy with shower heads in all directions and a door that’s thin and slides to disappear into the wall. When I slide back the door it’s in time to see him switching off the water. There’s leftover rivulets cascading down his entire body and my tongue dries in my mouth.

My breathing is out of sync.

Probably if I look at myself in the mirror, my pupils will be blown out too.

It’s been forever since I did that for him, since I was the one making him spill and grunt.

“Want to join me?” He rasps and my belly dips.

Wanting him badly.

“Gray, we can’t.”

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