Page 24 of Taking A Chance

I’m so tempted to slip into the shower with her, soap up that amazing body of hers, then get her all dirty again. But I don’t. I meant what I said. While I want to spend every single minute with her, I know I can’t. We have a few days, then she’ll be flying back home and I’ll go back to Miami.

I pull on my clothes while she’s in the shower, deciding that time being limited, I’d be better off getting showered in my room. However, I wait until she’s done, as I don’t want to go without saying goodbye.

“You’re dressed,” she says as soon as she sees me. “There’s still hot water,” she points into the room she came from.

“I know,” I reply, walking towards her. “I’ll go shower in my room, so you can get ready.” Wrapped in a white bathrobe, her olive skin glows from the heat of the shower, she looks up at me with her big brown eyes. I collect a few drops of water that have collected in the hollow of her exposed collar bone with my finger. A waft of berries and vanilla invade my senses, making it impossible to resist putting my arms around her and bring her close, so I can breathe her in. “Come up to my room when you get back.” I don’t mean it to sound like a command, but it does. She goes to say something, but I silence her with my determined look. “I don’t care what excuse you tell Kat, but you make it happen.” I take her mouth, making sure that she knows I mean every single word and that she won’t be left disappointed. Letting her go, I take my leave and as I close the door behind me, I instantly feel bereaved. What is this woman doing to me?

When I get to my room, I find Ben slouched on the couch, TV control in hand, as he flicks at great speed from one channel to another.

“Ah, so my brother returns,” he says, without turning his attention away from the screen.

I lean across the back of the couch and snatch the control from his hand.

“What the…” he huffs as he stretches out, trying to reclaim the handset. “Guess you got lucky last night,” he sniffs and wrinkles his nose. “You stink of sex.”

“Stop channel hopping,” I bark at him to divert from the line of questioning that Ben is, undoubtedly, wanting to go. “You know it annoys the fuck out of me.” I toss the control back to him and he catches it with the skill of a pro baseball player and I make my way to the bathroom.

“So, who was the unlucky victim?” he sniggers. “Don’t tell me, let me guess.”

“Ben, I need to take a shower.” I pull off my shirt as I walk.

“Dark hair, brown eyes, tight little ass that would no doubt look splendid in the flesh.”

“Ben,” I let out a warning growl.

“And those tits.”

“Ben,” I say a little louder. My temper rising.

He holds a hand out in front of him, mimicking holding and squeezing one. “Imagine them bouncing in your face when you’re fuc…”

“Shut your fucking dirty mouth before I shove the damn TV control up your ass!”

“Woah!” he jumps up, holding both hands in the air in submission. “Calm down, I’m only busting your balls, brother.” I glare at him, my fists clenched so hard that the veins in my lower arms pop up. “Shit man, you’ve got it bad.”

“Fucking get out of my face,” I rage before stomping off. The bedroom door bounces off the wall with such force that it automatically slams shut behind me.

I throw my balled-up shirt across the room and it hits my pre-determined target, the folded, already worn clothes on the chair. I ferociously unbuckle my belt, push down my trousers and attempt to kick them off my legs, only for them to become caught around my ankles, causing me to temporarily lose my balance. All this does is infuriate me even more. I stand up straight, run my hands through my hair and take a few deep breaths to quench my wrath before walking into the bathroom and into the shower.

I let the water run cool. Hopefully, it will clear my mind, help me make sense of my feelings.

I ask myself…

Why didn’t I laugh at Ben’s stupid rantings?

Why is the thought of him looking at her in that way, riling me so much?

Why should I care? It’s only a few days of no strings attached fucking.

I turn the heat up a little before my balls and dick shrivel up and die from hypothermia. The warmer water begins to run over my head, so I grab the shampoo and start washing. Yet, by the end of my endeavours to get clean, I’m still no wiser as to why this beautiful woman has so easily got under my skin. Or why I have this unequivocal urge to go shopping.

Tomorrow, Kat and I fly home.

This week has been one hell of a ride. Full of new experiences, laughter, and the best sex that I’ve ever had.

After spending the days with Kat, I’d wait for the all-clear text from Cade, before sneaking up to his room. We’d have the most incredible sex, order room service, eat, talk, laugh and the have more incredible sex. And every morning I’d wake up next to him.

In general, Cade is the dominant one in all our bedroom antics, but occasionally, he allows me to take the lead for a short while. However, it isn’t long before he regains control. I don’t complain. I’m happy to be the submissive… in the bedroom.