NautiCal (Forever Wilde 8)

“Lube,” I said, losing my ability to make full sentences. Cal reached out and grabbed a tube and condom from the shelf that I was completely sure hadn’t been there earlier. “You’re a god,” I murmured against the wet skin of his shoulder.

He laughed and passed back the supplies before leaning forward to brace his hands against the shower wall. I cranked the showerhead out of the way and went to work sliding on the condom and slicking myself up. When I was ready, I slid one finger inside of him, quickly following it with another when I realized there was already lube inside of him.

“You naughty boy,” I said, looking down at his ass on display for me.

“What can I say? Sailing makes me horny.”

I had a ridiculous image of presenting him with his very own Hobie Cat, rainbow-sailed and wrapped up with a giant bow, but I blinked it away when I felt my finger brush over the right spot inside of him.

“Yes, fuck. Fuck. Yes,” he whimpered.

When I entered his body, I almost cried out. He was so hot and tight, so perfect for me. The tanned skin of my hands against the pale white of his ass turned me on, and when I began thrusting, that pale ass jiggled enough to make me even hungrier for him than I had been.

I banded my arms around his front and fucked him hard from behind, relishing every grunt and shout he made. Cal’s fingernails dug into my legs where he’d reached back to keep me from pulling out all the way, and his other hand stayed braced on the shower wall.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” I told him over and over. “Never want to stop.”

“Make me come. Please, Jon. Want to come,” he gasped. “Close. So…”

I gripped his cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts into his body until we were both coming. Loud breaths mixed with the sound of the water spray echoed around us in the stall. I pulled out and ditched the condom before turning him around and kissing the hell out of him.

Without taking my mouth off his, I backed up until my legs hit the built-in bench and sat down, pulling him onto my lap so we could keep kissing.

My thoughts were warm and affectionate, stronger than I’d anticipated and borderline scary. He deserved the best. Hell, he deserved the whole world. And I wondered if Nat was right. Was there any way it might be possible for me to be the one to give it to him?

“We’re wasting water,” he eventually said in a daze.

I stood him up and washed him off, scrubbing his hair and body while he seemed to stay in a suspended state of post-orgasmic bliss. Once we were finished, I dried him off and led him to bed.

“We’re napping?” he asked.

“Not really. But just lie here with me for a little while before we get dressed.”

Once he settled with his head on my shoulder, his daze seemed to clear a little.

“I think I need to head home after this.”

I ran my fingers through his damp hair. “Instead of staying and finding a job? What happened to change your mind?”

“You remember I told you about Annie who owns the sailing school back home?”

I murmured a yes.

“She fell. They think she might have broken her hip. I just want to be there in case she needs help. Besides…” He snuggled closer. “Maybe your seriousness is rubbing off on me. I think it’s time for me to figure out what’s next. And I miss my family.” He shifted and angled his head to meet my eyes. “Sorry I seem to be failing on the Prescott front.”

I responded without thinking. “I don’t want you going anywhere near Prescott. It’s done. Over. It’s not worth it. I should have never let that idiot get in my head. I’ll find another way to help Lucas see what an ass he is.”

Cal’s eyes were starting to droop, but his cheeks flushed with a sweet pink. “My, my. Someone is having strong feelings about a certain someone.”

I knew he was referring to my anger toward Prescott, but as Cal drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think about the feelings I was actually having about a certain different someone.

There were many things I didn’t know about Cal—how many crazy relatives he had or how he planned to achieve his dream of living his life on the water—but I realized I knew enough. I knew the important bits.

Cal was a good man. He was full of life and charisma and enthusiasm for others. He was determined to work hard and achieve good things.

For all that he was half my age, he was actually a good influence on me. He’d already taught me things and changed me for the better. I’d become too insulated and mistrustful, and that wasn’t the way I wanted to live my life. He was wise and loving and generous.