Page 104 of Wilde's End
I catch up to him, understanding better than ever. “Good thing you don’t need to go that far tonight.”
Wilde doesn’t agree, and I give him more time than my patience wants me to.
“Right?” I demand.
“Haven’t decided yet.”
It’s a fair answer. I know it is. We haven’t promised each other anything, and nonexclusive has been the name of all my relationships … maybe ever. Doesn’t stop my jaw from clenching though. “Why? You wanna fuck, and I wanna fuck. Why waste the fuel?”
“The fuel?”
“Exactly.”
He stops, barely visible in the dark, but maybe he can see better than I can because I can feel him watching me. “You’re worth more than a tank of fuel, Hudson.”
Nerves launch in my gut as he keeps walking. “So you’ll stay?”
“I didn’t say that.”
I have to bite down on my lip to stop from arguing with him. Wilde isn’t going to give me more, so I have to give him something he can’t say no to. Tempt him into staying. Make sure that Wayward doesn’t even cross his mind.
I’m still scrambling for a plan when we reach his house, and something catches my eye in the moonlight.
His outdoor shower.
I’m sweaty and gross from our match, so I have a good reason to use it. A good reason other than wanting to get naked in front of him and drive him out of his mind.
“Enjoy your night,” I tell him, breaking from his side andapproaching the back of the house. It’s a nice night, and a warm shower sounds like fucking heaven.
I pull my shirt up over my head, then switch the shower on. It doesn’t take long to heat up, and I decide then and there that I’m not suffering through any more cold showers at home when he has this one right here.
“What are you doing?” Wilde asks as I kick out of my shorts. My dick is already at half-mast, and if hedoesstill try to abandon me, I don’t trust myself not to chase his car down. I haven’t needed him to fuck me as badly as I do tonight.
Sex after a fight is something I haven’t tried before, but with how I’m already humming, I’ll bet it’s intense.
“Showering,” I tell him. “You got me so filthy back there.”
I step under the water, facing him, and I tilt my head back under the spray. Even without looking, I can feel his eyes on me, and damn if that doesn’t make my dick thicken in an instant.
I refuse to look over at him, but it’s hard to keep my resolve when Wilde stays completely silent. When there are no hands on me or the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Wilde is still the most stubborn man I’ve ever met, and while it’s annoying, I also wouldn’t want that to change.
Slowly, I blink the water out of my eyes and look over at where I left him. He’s settled on a chair, watching me, and a spark of triumph flows through my veins. If Wilde wants a show, I’ll give it to him.
My hand follows the water down my chest, over my abs, until I wrap it around my thickening cock. Fuck, I love being horny. I love sex, and I love the high that comes with it, even if every time I’m with Wilde, I expect things to crash right after. It never happens, but I can’t shake that feeling.
It’s like shame and regret are built into my DNA, and I’m questioning how to function when that familiar flood of emotiondoesn’t happen. It’s not like I’ve upped my standards with Wilde, but I don’t completely hate myself for sleeping with him.
Is this what respect looks like?
I’m not about to analyze that when the feel of my hand moving over my needy shaft is taking all my focus. He’s watching me, blatantly taking in my body, gaze moving from my pecs to my abs to my dick and back again. Something about the predatory look in his eyes has my gut heating more than the hot water has been able to.
The throbbing, lusty need pouring into me is begging for Wilde to get up and join me, but he only shifts lower in the chair, legs widening, hard cock standing proudly beneath his loose gym shorts. The sight of that rigid outline makes my balls ache.
“Thought you were leaving,” I mutter.
“I was.”
“So go.”
