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Before I could respond, he withdrew his hand and continued down the trail, leaving me staring with butterflies in my stomach.
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WILL
By the timewe came off the trail, temperatures had climbed into the seventies, and we were sweaty messes. Sammy suggested brunch, but we agreed to run back to my house and shower first since I lived closer to the park. Fortunately, Sammy had brought a change of clothes just in case.
Upon entering the house, Goldie headed straight for her water dish and then dramatically collapsed on the tile floor in my kitchen.
“Is she okay?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, she’s just a bit of a drama queen. This is her post-walk ritual.” I turned and headed toward my bedroom. “Come on. You can shower in my bathroom.”
I led him through my bedroom and into my bathroom, pulling towels out of the linen closet and gesturing to the shower. “Here you go. I’ll let you go first, and then I can hop in after you.”
His arm snaked out, grabbing me around the waist before I could get away. “Not so fast there, golden boy. You’re welcome to share this shower with me. It would certainly be more efficient.” He wiggled his eyebrows with a devilish grin.
“Was this part of your plan all along? Get me hot and sweaty on a hike so you could lure me into a shower and have your way with me?”
“Part of my plan? No. Happy consequence? Absolutely.” I shook my head at his blatant flirting, but I had to admit the idea was pretty damn appealing. There’d been a couple of moments on the trail this morning when he’d taken a turn walking in front of me, and damn if I hadn’t gotten a good view of his very fine ass. Just thinking about his body sliding against mine with water pouring down around us had my cock filling and lust coiling low in my belly.
I reached out and grabbed the ass in question, pulling him into me. “Itwouldbe more efficient to shower together. We could get to brunch quicker too. And I am rather hungry.”
“Oh, I’m definitely hungry.” He rolled his hips into mine, showing me just how hungry he was.
I stepped out of his grasp, reaching behind me and pulling off my sweaty shirt. His eyes darkened as he watched me drop the shirt to the floor in a heap. I put my thumbs under the waistband of my joggers but paused, eyebrow raised meaningfully. “You gonna watch, or are you gonna join me?”
“Jesus, golden boy. You’re killing me.”
“I’m just finishing what you started.”
Apparently done with our ridiculous banter, Sammy whipped off his shirt and yanked down his shorts, leaving me gaping. He pulled his hair free of the elastic, shaking his head and letting the wavy strands fall loose around his shoulders.
I stayed locked in place, unable to take my eyes off him. I’d had glimpses of his body in the last couple of weeks, but those had been rushed and frantic, barely allowing me time to take him in. Now, as he stood before me completely naked, I soaked up the sight of him.
He kept a watchful eye as I pulled my joggers down, moving slowly to reveal my own body a few inches at a time. The way his cock jumped as he watched told me he liked what he saw.
I reached past him and flipped on the water, hissing as my dick brushed against his thigh. While the water heated, I turned into him and shoved my hand into his dirty blond locks. “I’ve been dying to get my hands in your hair.”
“You like it long?”
“I loved your curls, but now… Yeah, I like it long.” I watched as the strands flowed through my fingers in shades of gold, like grains of sand flowing through an hourglass. He closed his eyes, sighing in contentment as I played with his hair. He rolled his head on his shoulders, and when he opened his eyes, they were slightly unfocused and dazed.
“My turn.” He reached his hand up and scratched his fingers into my beard, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. “I love this. I can’t wait to feel the scratch of it between my thighs.”
I groaned at the thought of kneeling and taking his cock to the back of my throat. I suddenly wanted that very badly. “Get in the shower, and I’ll make it happen.”
He turned to step into the shower, and for the first time since I’d moved back, I caught sight of his back without a shirt on. His pale skin was covered in a massive tattoo that spanned the width of his upper back and tapered to his waist. The image was of a phoenix, predominately red but outlined in black and accented in shades of gold. It was stunning.
He stepped fully into the enclosure, then turned when I didn’t immediately follow. “You getting in?” Something in my expression must have given Sammy pause because he immediately started offering me an out. “You don’t have to shower with me if you’re not comfortable, golden boy. It’s cool if you’ve changed your mind. I can be quick, and then you can jump in.”
I stepped forward into the shower, then turned him so he was facing the spray with his back to me. “When did you have this done? It must have taken hours.” I traced a finger along one edge of the piece, examining the artist’s work.
“It took multiple sessions to get the outline and shading just right, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.”
“It’s a phoenix, yeah? Why’d you choose it?” I began trailing kisses down the edge of one wing, licking the salty sweat off his skin as I traced the edge of the design. He gave a full-body shiver, and when he responded, his voice was gravelly with lust.
“A few years back, Warren Buffett purchased one of my sculptures at a show for young artists sponsored by the Joslyn Museum. He paid an obscene amount of money, ungh…” He trailed off as I licked a sensitive spot on his neck.
