Page 66 of Saving the Rain
Beneath my lips, I feel his throat work another swallow. Roaming hot, wet tracks over his fluttering pulse with my tongue, I can’t help myself. Pure need is in the driver’s seat. And I want to push him to distraction as much as I know I really, really,reallyshould be slowing down. If I were a better person, I would be pausing until he can think straight, or something approaching that at the very least.
Letting go of the front of his shirt is the hardest thing to do, but it seems to be the secret to unlocking the restraint holding Kayce back up until now. He clings tighter in response, presses our bodies closer, and wets his lips. Hints of turquoise streak his gaze as he searches my face, flitting his attention between my mouth, my jaw, and back up to reconnect with my quiet stare.
“I feel safe with you.”
It’s a hushed admission, an unexpected gift, lined with a faint hint of pleading. There’s so much disguised within those simple words. A whole lifetime of unexplored parts of himself wrapped up in one soft statement of need.
Please. Make it good for me. Help me navigate this thing I don’t understand.
Who am I to turn him away? I’m already so far gone with this, I’ve been unable to keep my mouth off him, and barely fought the driving urge to drag him into my arms the moment I saw him slumped outside my door. So what kind of asshole would I be to abruptly end this?
Truth be told, I’m attracted to him in a way I didn’t think could ever be possible or certainly in a way that I didn’tallowmyself to consider. It’s not like we’re actually related. It’s not even as if we truly know each other. This craving burning hot and bright between us while here in Crimson Ridge has been as near-strangers more than anything. A palpable tension that, in all of a moment, transformed without warning.
My feelings for Kayce have shifted, grown, evolved. No matter what label you might attach to it... there are two distinctly different versions of how it feels to be around him. Years and years ago, it centered around obligation and a deep sense of hatred for our circumstances. But here and now, he’s a guy I can’t wipe from my mind. When I’m with him like this, it feels like the most naturalthing in the world to let my tongue run across the column of his throat, tasting the hint of salt and night air coating the warmth of his skin.
“That doesn’t answer my fucking question.” I fist the back of his head and drag a biting kiss over his Adam’s apple. Licking a long line up his neck, I stop once I reach his mouth, letting my eyes settle on his because I need to see what lies there waiting for me.
His stare is wider than ever. Big blue orbs with pupils almost fully blown out.
Kayce looks like my next fucking meal.
“This little naive cowboy routine is endearing and tempting and all, but a few stolen kisses after dark is one thing...” I give in to the urge to tug on his bottom lip again, drawing out another moan of pleasure, before pulling back. “Asking me to take care of your needs is another demand entirely... and you know it.”
Kayce’s palms drift from where they’ve lingered at my elbows and forearms, and he finally puts his hands on me. Properly this time. It’s still unsteady, but he catches hold of my shirt, and then gingerly slides both palms around my back.
My eyelids grow a little heavy at how good that feels, to have Kayce touch me in a way that seems as though he genuinely wants to trace my muscles and explore the planes of my body. There’s a curiosity there, a cautious mapping with his fingertips, and it leaves my heart rate doubling to have him wrapped up in me like this.
“Please.” He ushers that word, with just enough certainty that I’m already starting to walk him backward before he gets to the next part. “I want this... with you.”
“Jesus. You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting us into.” A groan escapes me as I seal our mouths back together. This time, the brakes fail. I’m tearing at his t-shirt, dragging it up his stomach—only pausing my next kiss for the brief second necessary to peel it up over his head before tossing it aside and stealing his lips once more.
His fingers fumble blindly with the buttons on my shirt, managing to unfasten a couple over my chest as I cup his face in both hands. Guiding us toward the bathroom, my tongue thrusts against his, urgency thrumming through every part of me. My cock is fully hardagainst my jeans, and Kayce has a bulge in the front of his sweats to match my own.
I shove him through the doorway, and he’s damn well panting. He looks at me and swallows hard, bare chest heaving. With the two of us in this cramped space, there’s not a lot of room to get undressed. Using my bulk, I crowd him against the vanity until he has to brace himself on both hands against the edge of the counter. Kayce’s eyes bounce everywhere as I forgo the effort of undoing any more buttons, reaching behind my neck to shuck the shirt over my head. It makes something inside me sit up and enjoy that tiny fragment of attention. When I lean across to turn the water on, and then start working my belt, he’s unable to stop staring at me open-mouthed the entire time.
Arching an eyebrow his way in silent question, I step out of my jeans and briefs.
Pink floods Kayce’s cheeks as his eyes drop straight to my groin. With one hand, I take myself in my fist and stroke, watching the blush darken as he can’t rip his focus away from the sight of me naked.
Why that feels so good, oh so right, is a concern for another day.
His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and I see his fingers unclench from where he’s been gripping onto the edge of the vanity like it's a goddamn life raft. I don’t wait for him to figure out how to do this next part, he’s gotta take this step for himself.
I’m uninterested in forcing anyone into anything they’re not fully sure of.
So, I keep stroking my cock and stand under the warm jet of water, letting it flow over my hair and face in a cascade. My dick is absolutely aching, pulsating under my palm, and the sensation of the shower spray flowing over my hand is only amplifying that scorching feeling. From the corner of my eye, I see Kayce finally start to move.
Turning to let my back rest against the wall, I pump a handful of soap and lather up quickly as I watch him through the running water. Christ, he’s fucking hot, with his body all toned and lithe from rodeo. He drops his sweats and briefs, kicking out of them, and his erection bobs up, slapping against his stomach. I see the moment his blue irises flicker to the sight of himself, hard and needy, before drifting over to me. Taking everything in for a second, his Adam’s apple dips, and hehovers in place for a long pause, transfixed by the sight of my hands moving over my torso and arms.
It’s nothing done for show, a functional act to wash off the day after being in the saddle and working with the horses, but he appears to like what he sees.
With both of us naked like this, the differences between us are more noticeable. His muscles are leaner and more defined, whereas my chest is thicker. I’ve always been bigger than him, but now, with age and not competing, I’m not sporting any abs like he’s got going on. His dick swells more the longer he takes in the sight of my nakedness, and a shining bead of precum gathers at his tip.
He’s not turning tail and fleeing, but there’s obviously a moment he’s needing to take, to mentally build up enough courage to get over here. Even if the yearning burns bright in his eyes. Tilting my head to one side, I watch him closely as those lips part—all kiss-bitten and flushed after being claimed by my mouth—and goddamn if he doesn’t look gorgeous when he’s staring straight at my dick like he wants to drop to his knees right this second.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Gonna just stand there, or are you gonna be a good boy for me?” I cup the stream of water to scrub over my face, watching him through my fingers. As rivulets run down my throat and lingering droplets cling to my mouth and beard, I bring both hands up to drag through my hair.
There’s barely enough room for two guys in here, but that works in my favor. Kayce has nowhere to hide once he joins me under the shower spray. His long lashes flutter closed as he tilts his face up to the water, and fucking hell, my erection kicks, seeing the exposed slope of his throat up close. I just want to bury my face there and keep sucking on that sensitive point hard enough to mark him the fuck up. A twisted part of me wants to see if the cowboy with all the charm and charisma will turn into a writhing mess from that alone. How far can I push to see if he’d blow all over himself again just from the pleasure of a man’s mouth teasing his body, his nipples, his ass for the first time?