Letting me go, he turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. I came up behind him and leaned against his back. My hands traced his stomach, feeling the muscle flinch.
“How come you call me old man? Nik is only a few minutes younger than me, you know,” he said, moving my hands and pulling me into the shower with him.
“Because you act like one. Plus, he has a baby face.” His smooth chest called to me, so I ran my fingertips down his skin until he groaned. Each contour like my own private playground.
“You know, it’s a good thing I’m a secure man.” He swatted me playfully on the ass.
“Hey now, you know I bruise easily.”
“I remember.” His voice dropped lower, heat sliding in. “But your ass looks so damn good with a little color. Just thinking about it…does things to me.” He pulled me into him as the warm water washed over us.
My hands wandered down his body, and I cupped his ass, kneading the firm flesh. Moving my hands, I brought them around and cupped his balls before wrapping my hands around his dick and stroking it until it started to get hard again. He raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side.
“Speaking of being sore. I think it’s only fair I do the same to you and Nik. I could tease and stroke you for hours, maybe suck a little. What do you think?” I batted my eyelashes as he groaned and moved my hands. “You’re no fun, old man.” I winked, and he laughed.
Warm water blasted me from my showerhead—thank god we each had our own—and I sighed, sinking into the comfort. I swayed, teasing him as I washed. His eyes were glued to me, so I sang. Choosing something was easy, and by the way his cheek twitched, I knew I was making my point. I tucked his reaction away; he seemed to enjoy it as much as Nik.
As I continued, he growled and launched his body toward mine, caging me against the shower wall with his strong body.
“Don’t tempt me, or I will absolutely run you like a river, and as it is, you’ll be hard pressed to dance with your little friend later.”
“Little friend? You should see him in tights.”
He rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks and dipped lower. “Don’t make me break his legs, kitten.”
“You’ll do no such thing. I’ll—”
He shoved his cock brutally inside me, making me cry out. Pulling my head back, he moved down my neck and sucked hard, marking me. I squirmed in hisarms, trying to pull away. But he nipped the flesh and pumped inside me until I was panting. Just as I was about to go over, he pulled out.
Slapping my ass hard, he barked, “No more for you.”
I whipped around, frustrated, but nearly crumbled as he grabbed his cock in his fist and stroked it. Fire spread through my body from the sight. I gulped, then whimpered as I reached for it, but he shook his head. “No,” he stated firmly.
“Please,” I begged, while he flashed a devilish grin in my direction. His fist pumped faster. He brought himself to the edge and then backed off. Gracefully, I knelt in front of him.
“Fuck, sweetness. You don’t play fair,” he groaned as I positioned my mouth near his cock. When he muttered “Open that pretty little mouth of yours,” I inwardly rejoiced. I took my time driving him crazy before he pulled my head hard against him and his cum ran down the back of my throat.
“God, I love your mouth on me,” he said, pulling me into his arms. I smiled, content once more.
After finishing up in the shower, I got out, then wrapped my hair and body in towels and kissed Alek on the cheek while he dried off.
“I’ll see you at breakfast, my King. I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you.” I headed to the bedroom closet.
“Kinsley?” His voice was soft, vulnerable, and his sapphire eyes were bright this morning. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you more than you’ll ever know.”
My breath caught in my chest. It might not have been anI love you, but in my heart, that was what I heard. I ran to him and kissed him.
“God, I swear I want to fuck you again.” But instead, he pulled away from me.
I giggled. “And that would be a problem for who?”
“You’re so naughty, kitten.”
“I mean, I practically have to be if I want to not be replaced,” I said, sticking my tongue out.
He stepped out into the hall, and I went into the closet to get dressed but stopped short—the container. When did it even get here? I would have to thank Marcus. Dropping to the floor, I opened it and gulped. Sitting on the top of a folder was another envelope. The handwriting, my name scrawled on the outside, brought fresh tears to my eyes.
It was sealed, which told me Marcus, even if he’d looked inside, hadn’t violated my privacy by opening the envelope. Hugging it to my chest, I took a deep breath and then ripped it open.
