“Can we try something?” I ask, wrapping my arms around Rex’s neck.
“Sure?” He tips his head down, and the water from the shower blurs my view of him.
I unclasp my arms, dropping them to grab his hand and slide it between our naked bodies. His breaths turn harsh, his back straightening, when I close our fingers over his already-hard cock and move them up and down the length of him.
“You want to watch me jerk off?” he hisses through his teeth.
“Yes.”
My heart gives a nervous jolt when I fall back a small step, creating a narrow space between our bodies, giving me a perfect view of us working his erection. A gasp leaves me when he tightens his hold on his dick, causing me to do the same, and his head falls back in ecstasy.
There’s no taking my eyes off this … off him.
His soaked abs are strained, and the muscles in his arms tense with each movement. His thick hand, which has made me orgasm countless times, grips his cock, pumping up and down. Tingles sweep through me at the memory of the sounds he made that day.
This is it.
What I wanted to see so desperately that morning.
“Confession,” I whisper, my eyes not leaving our connection.
He bows his head, his eyes fixing on me, his breathing ragged. “Let me hear it.”
Our pace slows as we speak.
“When you were in the hotel …” I start before stopping in hesitation. “Before the wedding, I saw you in the shower.”
Understanding dawns on his face. “You watched me jack off?”
I nod, putting more space between us.
“Fuck,” he groans before sweeping his eyes up and down my body.
Thrill powers through my veins.
I want him again.
Need him.
It’s never just sex with me and Rex.
It’s love.
Mutual respect.
Feelings out of this world.
I push my wet hair away from my face to gain an unobstructed view of him.
“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me what you saw.”
“Your hand on your cock.” I squeeze my hand over his, feeling his thickness.
His eyes slam shut, his pace the same. “Did you wish it were yours?”
“Oh God, yes.” I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Did you wish you could join me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like it better up close?”
“Yes,” I whimper, as if the only thing functioning in my body were my hormones, and my brain can’t come up with another word.
He stifles back a deep groan. “Is that why you wanted us to shower that night?”
“Yes,” I whimper again, the word leaving my lips more strangled.
“Come here.”
I’m not given the chance to move on my own when he grabs my waist and tugs me to him, his hands roaming to my ass cheeks to lift me up.
“I’m not finishing on the shower floor. I’m finishing in you,” he grumbles.
My legs instinctively wrap around him as he pushes me against the wall at the same time his lips crash against mine, his tongue immediately sweeping into my mouth. It doesn’t take long until we’re messily making out, grinding against each other.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead meeting mine.
“What?” I ask, unable to stop my hips from grinding against him‚ feeling his hardness rub against me—so close to my core that it’s driving me wild.
His head doesn’t move. “I’m about to freeze my ass off to get a condom.”
When he starts to separate us, I tighten my legs around his hips.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out, my nails digging into his back.
His face is turned on and anxious as he stares down at me. “You sure?”
“Positive. Now, get inside me.” I slightly lift my hips, giving him the perfect angle.
My back arches when he thrusts inside and pushes me harder into the wall.
Our mouths stay connected as we steal each other’s breaths, and he screws me against the cold tiles of the shower.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” Rex asks, standing naked in front of me while drying me off from our shower.
I shiver in his arms, looking up at him while combing my fingers through my hair. “Nope, so you can go ahead and tell me.”
He chuckles, his eyes soft as I lift mine to meet his. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He snatches one of his shirts from the bathroom vanity. “Arms.”
I swing my arms up, and he tugs the shirt over my head. It’s white, my nipples showing as my soaked hair drips onto it. “You know I love it when you pump up my ego.”
He runs his cold finger down my cheek, stroking it, giving me goose bumps I don’t care about. “How’s this? Here’s all the reasons I love you—”
My heart nearly stops when I interrupt him, “Did you … did you just say, you love me?”
He raises a dark brow. “Uh … yes.”
“You love me?” A smile lights up my face.
A smirk flickers across his lips. “Uh … yes.”
My head is spinning. “Like … you’re in love with me?”
“Uh … yes.”
My hand flies to my mouth as my heart bursts with joy.
His eyes brighten at my reaction. “Has that not been obvious to you for, I don’t know, years?”
It has.
I just thought I’d never hear him say it.
That he loves me like I love him.
“It’s amazing to hear you say it out loud,” I explain.
“Is it now?” His smirk grows. “I’ll remember that whenever I want to make you smile.”
A gasp leaves my throat when he drops the towel from my body, hauls me over his shoulder, and rushes into the bedroom. I bounce on the bed after he tosses me onto it and crawls up it seconds later, in the space between my legs.
He caresses my hair while staring down at me, his forehead still beaded with water. “I should have said that a long time ago, huh?”
“Yes, definitely.” I curl my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. “Same goes for me. I should’ve told you how much I love you.”
His lips curl into a smile before he slowly kisses me.
We’re wet against the sheets as he makes love to me just as slow, whispering he loves me with every thrust.
My life was empty until I met Rex.
He filled me with light.
Then, when that light began to fade, he lifted me up.
No matter what I’ve gone through, he’s always been by my side.
My dark times are always brightened with the lightness he brings to me.
I stare up at him, watching his face flood with love and desire as he makes love to me.
I know what I need to do.
I have to fix what could break us.
Eventually, Rex has to shower by himself.
I don’t join him. It’d probably end up with wet, sloppy sex again.
My grip on the phone is so tight that I’m shocked my fingers aren’t crushing it.
This has to end.
Rex has opened up his heart to me, giving me his all.
I owe him the same.
If he were to ever find out my secrets, it’d damage our trust.
Would he hate me if I told him? Probably not.
Would he try to fix it? Yes.
Would he hate me when I told him not to? Yes.
It hurts my heart to know I’m hiding this, but he can’t know.
A chill crawls up my spine, and I take a deep, steadying breath when I hit his name.
Me: This has to end.
It takes him less than a minute to respond.
James: No. We’re not ready.
Me: I AM READY.
James: Too bad. I’m not.
I blink away tears.
Me: WHY? This is ridiculous!
James: What’s ridiculous is you leaving me when I told you not to.
My anger spirals out of control as I hold myself back from throwing my phone across the room. Screw him.
Me: Are you kidding me? You know why I left!
I have no idea why I’m arguing. My goal is to make him happy so he leaves me alone.
James: You never gave me the time to explain myself.
Oh, he explained himself aplenty.
He texts again before I reply.
James: Meet me, and we’ll talk.
Me: I’m not meeting you!
James: It’s meet me or nothing.
Horror flows through me.
Meet him.
Rex will for sure ask me what’s going on if I tell him I’m meeting James, but seeing him might be my final way out of this.
Me: Fine. Where?
James: Tomorrow. My place. Noon.
Oh, hell no.
Me: I’m not going to your house.
James: The bistro off-campus?
Me: Too public.
James: Public is anywhere but my house.
Me: I’ll be there at noon.
James: Love you.
There’s no stopping me from texting him back with my precious endearment.
Me: Go screw yourself.
James: I liked it better when you screwed me.
I throw my phone down on the bed.
I hate him so damn much, and I know he won’t make it easy on me tomorrow, but I have to attempt to play nice with him. All I need is for him to sign a document.
If only it were that simple.
I’ve never lied to Rex before.
I’ve omitted the truth, yes, but never flat-out lied.
That’ll change tomorrow.