Her Double Mountain Outlaws

I kicked my sneakers and socks away before sliding my shorts and panties down, padding barefoot and nude into the large open shower area where I turned the water up hot. I groaned, mewling in relief as the steaming hot water cascaded over my body. I was always amused by the place being an old boxing gym, trying to imagine the hilariousness of sweaty boxing dudes trying to all shower back here while staying macho.

I mean, there weren’t any dividers, just a big tiled floor and wall area with eight shower heads pointing from the walls, and a single bench along the middle of the floor above the drains made of some kind of plastic.

I mean honestly, fill this place with sweaty boxer guys and it’d be something out of a gay porn shoot. For just little ole’ me though? Well, I wasn’t about to complain about eight shower heads spraying me down with scalding hot water.

I let my head drop, my hands against the walls as I just stood there, muscles relaxing as the water ran over my skin. It teased across my nipples and dripped down between my legs, making me shiver as I closed my eyes and tried to empty my head.

And that’s when the door opened with a bang.

“Kennedy, you in—”

I whirled, gasping, my heart trying to jump out of my throat as my hands flew to my mouth. My brows shot up, and every inch of my body blushed pink as suddenly, my eyes locked with his.

…Landon.

“…Here,” he growled the last word out, finishing his sentence. We froze, both of us looking right at the other, panting. His strong jaw clenched tight, and I could see the muscles of his neck rippling the ink of his tattoos as his eyes blazed into me.

“Fuck, Kennedy…”

I could hear the growl in his throat from across the room, and I shivered as my hands lamely tried to slide over to hide my body—one arm across my breasts, the other hand cupping my pussy.

“Landon—” his name came out in a choked whisper, and just saying it felt… hot.

“The door was open, I…”

He growled again, but he didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He didn’t look away. In fact, when I saw his eyes spark with flame as they slid down over my wet, nude body, I felt a shiver of heat tease through me.

And suddenly, Landon stepped fully into the room. The door shut behind him, and when his eyes slid back up to mine, suddenly, there wasn’t any pretending anymore.

He moved towards me, and my pulse thundered in my ears, my head shaking no even if every part of me was screaming yes. Landon strode forward across the room, moving towards me like a lion stalking the prey he already knows is his and helpless to escape. There was hunger in his eyes and fire blazing through my core as he strode right into the shower area, making me whimper as he just kept coming.

Water cascading over him, soaking his white cotton t-shirt to his skin, molding it to his muscles and making it translucent against the dark ink of his tattoos as he moved closer, and closer.

Oh God…

“Landon, I—”

I cried out when his hands caught my wrists, twisting them away from my body and pushing me back until my ass pressed against the cool white tiles of the shower wall.

“God-fucking-damnit, Kennedy,” he groaned, his eyes wild, his muscles tense, and his hands firm as he pinned me to the wall. I whimpered as he pressed against me, his rock-hard body molding to mine, the water drizzling over both of us as his lips hovered inches from mine.

“What do you fucking do to me?” he groaned. “What the fuck do you do to me?”

“You tell me,” I gasped, panting, my body arching towards him with a mind of his own. I could feel my hard-pebbled nipples digging into his chest, rubbing against the soaked cotton of his shirt.

“You know,” he groaned. He leaned in, and when his lips brushed my neck and teased against my ear, I whimpered a low whine of pleasure, panting as his body ground against mine.

“You know you make me fucking lose control, Kennedy.”

He pulled back from my neck, his lips hovering barely an inch from mine—less than an inch of distance to close to feel those powerful, soft, masculine lips claiming mine again. I knew it was wrong. I knew he was off limits, and that I’d just fooled around with his best friend the night before, which made this so extra wrong.

But I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop the pounding of my heart, or the way my body turned to mush when he’s so close like that. I couldn’t stop the raw need for him to take me, right there, and right then.

“You make me lose every fucking ounce of my control.”