Revelation (The Protectors 7)

I could see Cain’s eyes traveling the length of my back. He was no more than an inch or two behind me, not close enough to touch, but close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. I was glad to see in the reflection that he was hard…it was one less hurdle to have to worry about.

I grabbed the body wash from the shelf in the corner of the shower and squirted some into my hand before giving it to him. I began washing my body, but paused when I felt his hands skim over my shoulders. His touch had goose bumps covering my arms and it was all I could do not to reach for my aching cock. He took his time exploring me after that. My back, my ass, my thighs. Occasionally his cock would nudge my ass, but he kept the contact to a minimum. He seemed content just to get his fill of touching me.

“You’re so beautiful, Ethan,” he murmured in my ear before placing soft kisses along the column of my neck.

I would have told him I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever met…the most beautiful person, actually, but he kissed me before I could. His hands moved to my chest and soon he was worshipping the front of my body just like he had the back. The only place he didn’t touch was the one place on my body that needed it above all others.

“Oh God, Cain, I’m sorry, I’m not going to last,” I admitted as I reached for my dick and began stroking it. Humiliation tore through me that I couldn’t even give him this moment, but his touch had been just too incendiary.

“I want to watch you,” he murmured and then I felt his cock nudging the crack of my ass as his hips began to match the pace I’d set on my dick.

I began pushing back against him and let out a sigh of relief when his shaft slid between the globes of my ass.

“Look at us, Ethan,” I heard Cain whisper as he continued to glide his fingers all over my chest.

I looked at the mirror which was quickly steaming up, but I could still make out our bodies. His larger one bracketing mine, his tanned flesh golden against my paler skin. I barely even noticed the bruises because my gaze was on his ass as he flexed every time he slid his cock through my crease. My own dick was flushed red and at some point, I’d grabbed one of Cain’s hands with my free one. Our faces met in the reflection and I saw the same longing in his eyes that were in mine. He needed this as badly as I did.

Electricity fired up my spine as the ending drew near.

“Show me how to please you,” Cain whispered right before he closed his hand over mine on my dick. The move startled me and I paused for a moment before quickly fisting my dick again and jerking it with desperate tugs. Cain’s hand held mine for a few drags before he pushed my hand away and then took over.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I cried as his rough skin scraped over my over-sensitized flesh. I held there, surrounded by him as he worked my dick in his hand and his dick in the cradle of my ass. I’d had plenty of orgasms by my own hand and a few even with Eric, but none of them had been anything like this. I felt so out of control and yet so completely safe as Cain’s touches sent me higher and higher. In that moment, I forgot how broken we both were and just felt.

His scars didn’t exist.

Neither did mine.

We were just two people finding in each other what we couldn’t find in ourselves.

I came without warning. One moment I was standing on the edge, the next I was flying right over it. Cain’s mouth searched out mine over my shoulder as I let out a cry of relief. I tried to kiss him back, but the blissful agony that was shooting through every cell of my body made it impossible. I was barely aware of Cain’s rough shout against my lips as his body jerked behind me and white-hot heat pulsed over my hole and slid down my crease, easing the way for his dick to jerk against me. I had enough sense to look at the mirror one last time right before the steam completely obliterated us from view.

What I saw matched what I felt as Cain wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hold wonderfully tight.

He fit perfectly against me.

He was the missing piece of my puzzle.

I just hoped I was his.

Chapter Fifteen

Cain

“Hello?”

Guilt went through me at the sound of Ronan’s voice. I’d definitely woken him up. Even with the three-hour time difference, the man had clearly been in bed despite it only being just after midnight in Seattle.