Page 50 of Goodbye Paradise
Josh shivered. Dirty talk always made him hornier. Ilovedthat. I loved to shock him a little.
“I’m going to come in your ass,” I threatened. “You’re going to feel my hot seed inside you. Probably for the rest of the day.” His moans got louder, and I stroked him harder. But it was just all too good. The sights and sounds of our fucking were more than I could bear. “Gotta come,” I growled. My hips began to shake, and then I was shooting, and shooting again. I gave a shout against Josh’s pecs.
He whimpered, then froze, and I worried that something was wrong. But then he drenched my hand with his seed. “Mmm,” I crooned, milking him until he finally sagged against my chest.
For a long minute nobody said anything. We were pancaked together, both sweating and breathing hard. Josh’s chin lay on my shoulder, and I flopped a hand onto his bare back.
We drifted on the most wonderful post-sex haze. Until Josh startled me by saying, “I’m going straight to hell.”
My heart seized, because this was exactly what I’d been worried about. Josh’s back shook under my hand, and I feared for the worst. “No!” I whispered. “That’s…” I cut myself off, because I realized he waslaughing.
“Caleb,” Josh chuckled. “Thing is, I don’t care that much.” He lifted his body a little, and my exhausted dick slipped out. “We aredefinitelydoing that again. But right now, we need a shower.” Without another word, Josh climbed off of me.
Stunned, I followed him into the bathroom, where Josh was already testing the water’s temperature with his hand.
I squeezed his shoulder. “You’re really all right?”
He turned, rolling his eyes. “Don’t ruin it, okay?” He stepped into the shower stall.
“Ruin it?”
“I hate that you think of me asfragile,” he complained as I followed him under the spray.
“I don’t think that,” I said quickly. He’d always disliked it whenever he suspected me of babying him. “But it was you who said we were asin.”
Josh put soapy hands on my chest, rubbing me gently. His face was thoughtful. “I did say that. But that wasn’t really the issue.”
“What was it, then?” I closed my eyes as Josh began to shampoo my hair. His hands on my body were pretty much all I wanted out of life. When Josh was touching me, I was able to forget how fucking perilous our life was right now.
“I’ve always been the one they calledfaggot,” Josh said quietly. “I didn’t even know what it meant until after we’d lived in the bunkhouse for awhile. But I knew that it was a bad thing.”
I hid my sigh under the shower’s spray as I rinsed off the shampoo. “Come here,” I said to Josh after I quit drowning myself. I pulled his slippery body to my chest. “That word isn’t what we are. It’s just a word for everything those idiots wanted to bash. It’s just a putdown.”
“Yeah, well,” Josh grumbled, reaching for the shampoo bottle again. “You weren’t the one getting put down.”
I took the bottle from him and poured some shampoo in my hand. “Still don’t know what that has to do with what we just did on the bed.”
“Everything and nothing,” Josh said. “I don’t like thinking that Ezra was right.”
“He,” I said fiercely, unwilling to even repeat that fucker’s name, “does notexistto us anymore, okay? If you let yourself think like that, then he wins.”
Josh closed his eyes as I swirled sudsy hands through his soft hair. “I know you’re right. But it’s hard to forget.”
Patience, I reminded myself. Josh only needed my patience. “Did you…” I cleared my throat, suddenly shy. “…Enjoy it, though?”
Josh didn’t answer right away, because he was pushing water out of his face. When that was done, he shut off the shower. I could tell from his expression that he was listening—trying to figure out if Maggie and Daniel had come home while we were showering. But it was still quiet.
Meanwhile, I was dying just a few inches away, desperate to know whether Josh had found sex to be as life-changing as I had. As far as I was concerned, we should do that every day. Maybe twice.
Finally, his gaze made it back to mine. Then he smiled. “Next time, I want you to hold me down.”
Next time!
I grinned, and grabbed his waist. “I’m free right now,” I said, kissing him. Backing him up against the shower wall, I pinned his hips to the tiles.
“Mmm,” he groaned.
Then we heard the sound of tires in the driveway.
