“You’re the best.” She hugs my neck and we make our way out front where Wren and Holden are waiting for us. Waylon appears to already have left.
Seeing the two of them standing side by side, the resemblance is there although Wren has darker hair and is slightly shorter than Holden. Both are equally handsome, but I am definitely partial to Holden and his beard.
Wren grabs Bailey by the hand and pulls her into his side, whispering in her ear, and making her giggle. Not wasting another second, I smile at Holden, but he doesn’t return the gesture. He only waves me out the door, locking it once Wren and Bailey stop touching each other long enough to leave. I go on to my new to me car. It could be a heap of junk for all I know but I love it. It’s perfect for me. Wren has Bailey pushed up against the driver’s side door of her car, his hand is moving up the side of her sweater and I can’t help but laugh and smile to myself as I prepare to leave. Holden is getting in his truck as I back out of the lot.
Maybe we aren’t going to have a talk. Maybe he has changed his mind.
I park and go in, headed straight for my room to grab a change of clothes. I’m in desperate need of a shower. Holden can do whatever in the hell he wants to, and I can too. All of this back and forth in my life is making me crazy.
Stripping down, I look at myself in the mirror and I barely recognize the woman staring back at me. Sure, my features are the same, but I appear more hardened not quite as happy and free as I had felt when I first agreed to move in. Ezra’s and Holden’s deodorants are in the medicine cabinet. I sniff each one and gauge my reaction to either one. Ezra’s has a spicy smell that makes me sad where Holden’s is cool and earthy. The moment I inhale a big whiff, I smile. But can I base my love life on my reaction to men’s deodorant?
With a heavy sigh, I adjust the temperature of the water and get my shampoo from under the sink.
Stepping under the spray of warm water, I pull the clear curtain shut. I stand here for a moment letting the worries of today rinse away at least for a little while.
I start lathering the soap on my body when I feel a chill. My eyes pop open. Next thing I know, Holden is stepping into the shower with me. He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t either. It’s a tight fit, but I am not complaining. His body, naked and wet is a sight to feast on. My gaze travels his body taking in every inch. From the small patches of manly hair that fans across his muscular chest to the trail that leads down his stomach to his manhood between his thick legs that I remember pinning me down in bed. He studies my body with hungry eyes before taking the soap from my hand and finishing the job I started. We remain silent as he massages, plucks and teases my body with his steady hands. My own are trembling, aching to reach out and touch him. The desire to have him right here right now burns through my core. I know I want him tonight, but will I still want him tomorrow?
His eyes blaze across my soapy flesh, searing me.
“Let me do you,” I tell him, moving to trade places with him.
His body presses against mine, slippery and oh so hard and sexy. I take my time running my lathered hands all over the contours of his body. He grunts when I rub his inner thighs, so I pay special attention to them, massaging him deeply. His fist grips my hair as I sink to my knees.
Long, hard, and fully erect, his cock is eagerly awaiting my affection.
I look up at him, wiping the water from my eyes. He’s staring down at me with his jaw clenched, mirroring a God and every dark and dirty fantasy I have ever dreamt.
Water trickles from his beard and plops onto my head as the fresh rain scent of the soap bubbles in my hands. It smells of Holden. Running my hands down his calves, I continue to wash him, taking my time, making him wait. Teasing us both with the idea of my taking him in my mouth.
Finally, I trail my fingers back up his thighs and cup his balls, rolling them in my palms. He rocks back on the balls of his feet and throws his head back. While his eyes are closed, I wrap a hand around his girth, stroking and jerking up and down. A tremble courses through his body down to the tip of his cock as I take him between my lips, running my tongue along his wet, heated flesh.
“Fuck,” rips from his throat as his fingers bite into my scalp, yanking on the roots of my hair. The water runs clear below me, rushing down the drain. Holden’s hips thrust forward sending him further into my mouth. I push all my what ifs to a faraway place and concentrate on bringing Holden pure pleasure. I want to stake my claim on him, erase Reese from his mind and body. I want him to forget that he was ever married to her.
Passion and jealousy drives me. I hold onto his tight buttocks, bracing myself for the furiou
s pace of his thrusts. Each time he glides in and out of the part between my lips he comes closer to reaching the back of my throat. Tears spring in the corners of my eyes as my mouth stretches to accommodate him.
Releasing one hand, I can’t resist slipping my deft fingers between my parted thighs and touching myself, imagining Holden’s tongue in their place. I moan around his thick cock. A thrill shoots through me and I use my other hand to tweak my nipple.
Holden is staring down at me, lust smoldering in his liquid steel eyes. “That’s it, Con, play with your pussy for me. You’re so damn good, baby,” he praises.
He holds the back of my head, keeping me right where he wants me. Just as I am on the cusp of my orgasm he slides out of my mouth and smacks his dick on my lips, shooting his load on my tongue.
He grins as I swallow and follow by sticking my clean tongue out at him. It’s exactly like the pages in my book are coming to life.
Holden pulls me to my feet and shuts the water off. As we towel off my pussy throbs with want.
As though he can read my mind, Holden says, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you in a few.”
And he does.
I don’t bother with my clothes, I leave them on the toilet, not caring if Bailey and Wren see me darting to Holden’s room clad in only a towel. I only have one thing on my mind…Holden fucking me all night long.
I ignore the giggles coming from the living room. I don’t even look in their direction.
As soon as I step through the doorway of Holden’s room, he grabs my arms and pulls me across the hall.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.