The room is already filled with a thick blanket of steam, the sound of running water loud and constant, and I can recognize the scent of her shampoo: lavender and wild berries. After having my own sheets tainted with that amazing smell, I would recognize it everywhere. And just imagining the water running down her tight body, my cock is already twitching inside my boxer briefs, tenting them, and aching to be set free.
I need to have her again, and I fucking need it now. We haven’t fucked for what seems like an eternity, and I’m completely ravenous right now. Alright, I'll fucking admit it; I'm always hungry for more, but I can function like a normal human being all the same. But around her... Fuck, it's never enough.
I pull the boxer briefs down my legs, allowing my cock to spring free, and I move toward the stall.
I see her turning now and looking at me through the thick steamy air; I reach for the glass and slide the panel to the side, stepping inside the shower and allowing my eyes to crawl all over her wet body. She has her hair pushed back, thick drops of water running down between her heaving breasts... I swallow my desire, my eyes taking in the sight of her naked waist. Fucking hell, one hard look at her I'm fucking ready to go.
She looks at me as I open the shower door.
Her eyes are puffy.
She’s been crying.
What the fuck is going on here?
“Did you have fun tonight?” she asks, her lips pursed.
“I’m sorry about that,” I growl to her, my cock hardening even more at the sight of her naked body. Fuck, I just can’t stop myself.
Kim looks down at it, and then back up at me.
“Is this all I am to you, Cody?” she asks me. “Just a hole to fuck? Do you care that your antics today basically made me pretend I didn’t know who you were?”
I’m quiet.
I don’t know what to say.
“It’s stronger than me,” I simply say, allowing my hands to rest on her waist and pulling her body into mine. She comes willingly, her back against my chest as my fingers slide up to her shoulders and then around to the fleshy mounds of her breasts.
But then she pushes back.
“No, Cody,” she says, looking at me. “I need you to know that you hurt me tonight.”
I hurt her?
“Excuse me,” I tell her, backing up. “I’m not the one that told the mayor you have no idea who your own stepbrother…”
Kim pushes me away even further, her eyes squinting.
“Do you think I liked doing that?!” she yells at me. “Do you think I want to hide from the world the man that I’m falling in love with?”
Fuck.
“But guess what? He’s too busy being a jackass and a fucking tool. All he cares about is fucking and some juvenile rich-kid problems,” she spits at me. “He has no idea about life or responsibility. How does that make me feel?”
Fuck.
“How am I supposed to feel safe, and taken care of when I don’t even know where you’re going to be or what you’re going to end up doing if I leave you alone?” she asks me, tears falling down her eyes. “How would you take care of our family?”
Fuck.
Sorry, I just have nothing to say.
Because she said she was falling in love with me.
I’ve been too scared to tell her how I feel.
“Kim,” I say quietly and it’s so quiet and my voice is so deep that she stops and looks at me.