Cruel Kiss

“Gavin?” I called. He wasn’t anywhere visible as I stepped tentatively across the threshold. “You in here?”

My feet stilled as I moved deeper into the bedroom. The outdoor shower was on. I hadn’t been able to hear that from the front door. And now, I was in a perfect position to look out the bedroom window and to the outdoor area, which consisted of a personal pool with lounge chairs and the aforementioned outdoor shower.

Which was on.

And Gavin was in it.

Naked.

I gaped at the sight before me. Water ran down his glorious body from head to toe. My eyes lingered on the hard contours of his back, over his narrow hips, and to his perfect ass. My body heated at his nakedness. That should have been enough to heat me up all on its own. But it was what he was doing in the shower, outside, all alone that made me freeze entirely.

He had his dick in his hand, and he was pumping it furiously. His other hand was braced against the wooden enclosure, as if he were a fighter, beat down and debating on going back in the ring. Only he was fighting with himself … with his cock as he jerked off.

A flush rushed through my body. Holy fuck. He was … huge. I mean, well, I’d seen a good amount of dick in my days, and Gavin was the biggest I’d seen. Like … okay, whoa. I needed to stop that train of thought.

My mouth went dry as he sped up. His hand moving with renewed vigor. His stance spread, and his body shook with the exertion. Water ran down his back, darkening his brown-red hair and plastering it forward over his brow, which was furrowed in concentration. Or perhaps … more. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open just enough to form a word. Though I couldn’t make out what prayer he was saying.

But to my trained eye, he looked close to finishing. Close to unleashing. And already, I had seen too much. My panties were now wet with desire as I watched him pleasure himself. My heart raced in my chest.

I wanted Gavin King. I wanted him precisely as he was now.

Unabashedly sexy and this close to orgasm.

I nearly tripped on my own feet as I retreated backward. I caught myself on his desk and then darted back outside. I shouldn’t have watched that. I shouldn’t have seen as much as I had. But it was difficult to keep my feet rooted, knowing he was coming in that shower.

My breathing was ragged as I hung on the front door, and I put a hand to my chest to feel my runaway heartbeat. All I could concentrate on was the pulse of my core. I could have made myself come in a matter of seconds. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to get off later without thinking about what I’d just seen.

The image of Gavin King jacking off in the shower would forever be seared on my brain.

When my body finally settled down and I heard the unmistakable sound of the shower shutting off, I rapped loudly on the front door. “Gavin?”

“Whit?”

“Hey, yeah, it’s me.”

There was a pause, and then he came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. He towel-dried his hair, so it stuck up in all the right places. Then, when he finished, he smirked at me. I admitted that he was really fucking gorgeous. And a few minutes ago, seeing him walk out like this might have made me weak in the knees, but considering what I’d accidentally walked in on …

“You ready to go?” he asked.

“Uh, yep … yeah, just came to get you.”

“Well, you’ve got me.”

My eyes lowered to his dick, which was covered by the scrap of towel. I jerked my eyes back up. “Thought you’d be ready to go.”

“I just have to throw some clothes on. Are you here to watch?”

“Uh …” My eyes widened. Welp, I had just gotten a show. “Nope. Just here for …”

Gavin arched an eyebrow. “You seem jumpy.”

I swallowed, and my eyes veered lower and lower to that towel again. Fuck. I looked up into his eyes. “I’ll just, uh, let you get dressed.”

He laughed. “It’s just a towel, Whit.”

Fuck, I couldn’t keep this up. And anyway, he deserved to know that I’d seen him. I didn’t want secrets between us. I released a breath. “Well, I … might have walked inside, thinking you were already ready.”

Gavin tilted his head. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. You were not finished yet.”

“And what exactly did you see?”

I bit my lip. “You know what I saw.”

“Never knew you to be shy,” he teased.

And I never had been. If he wasn’t taking it seriously, then I didn’t have to either. So, I sauntered right up to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Shirtless, ran a finger down his still-bare, wet chest, and fluttered my eyelashes. “Do you want me to tell you I saw you jacking off?”