“We need clean sheets.”
“It’s a good job I know where they are then,” he responded, squeezing my ass before throwing the sheets back.
I remained where I was, sticky, my sweat drying, and my gaze glued to his movements. When he peered over his shoulder, both his brows shot up. “You coming? The shower is plenty big enough.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. With a swiftness that had Jayden snorting out a laugh, I made it to the bathroom ahead of him, turning on the tap and checking the heat. And then I hesitated, hands on my boxers.
“You going shy on me even though I’ve still got your cum on my hand, Sutton?”
A glance revealed Jayden in the doorway. Once he’d captured my gaze, he tugged down his boxers. Not wanting to miss a thing, I followed the movement, staying on his half-hard cock.
My eyes flared, cock twitched, and the tip of my tongue dipped out, wetting my bottom lip. Jayden held on to his junk and squeezed. My brows shot high, opposite to my attention that quickly lowered.
“You know that just gives me ideas, right?”
“That right?” I asked, my voice gruff.
“Oh yeah. That water good?”
I reached out blindly to check it. “Yeah.”
As he stepped toward me, I got into the shower, happily watching the show. Once he was before me, he moved into my space. We were almost at eye level, me having just an inch on him. It felt right, being here like this with him.
With so much having happened, he was going to hate me for asking, but I needed to know. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”
He tilted his head, gaze searching mine. “Why aren’t you freaking out?” he shot back.
I rolled my eyes and leaned into the spray. It gave me a few seconds to get my thoughts together. A mighty feat considering the orgasm he’d torn from me had left me shaken and weak.
“Seriously, man, why?”
He sighed, nudging me so he could get some of the spray. “You making me talk about feelings and shit, Sutton?”
“Maybe… are you saying there are feelings to discuss?” My chest tightened, certain he could read the edge of desperation in my tone.
“I don’t usually make out with guys and kiss their faces off while we jack each other off to the point my eyes roll back inside my head.”
My mouth twitched at the visual. There may have been a little bit of cockiness morphing, too, knowing I’d done that to him. Alongside that was a reality of the man I knew who went through stages of sleeping around with League groupies. Not that I’d been that different, in the early days especially.
“What?” The concern in his tone was clear.
“Just thinking about groupies…” I trailed off, expecting the direction of my thoughts were clear, though already wishing I could take the words back. When the hell did I become this person? This fuckingman? Butt naked in the shower, and here I was asking my best friend if what we’d just done meant something to him. If it was more than a quick jack-off session. I straightened my back, tension rippling through me, feeling like a dickhead. “Forget I said anything.”
Reaching out for the shower gel, I turned my back on him, focusing on washing down and getting out of there as quickly as possible. If not, there was a chance I could humiliate myself even more.
I barely even recognized myself anymore.This, whoever this version of me was, was no one I recognized. If this was what it was like being in love and being on the verge of possibility, having hope so close to my grasp I could taste it, I wasn’t sure I was cut out for it.
“Sutton.”
I scrubbed my face under the water.
“Gale.”
Goose bumps appeared at the sound of my name and the tone of his voice. I could tell with just one word that whatever he planned to say was serious.
“Just look at me, man.”
I turned to face him, humiliation heating my skin. Not sure what to expect when I saw him, my breath was all but knocked from my lungs when he immediately reached out and cupped both sides of my face.
