FAZER LOGINI’d gotten used to seeing myself in the mirror when I washed, but being able to see Ash too, watching the soapy water sluicing down his skin in both HD and from afar, was amazing.Did I have a voyeuristic side?The thought of being watched got me hot, as did the idea of watching others.Yep. And an exhibitionist side too.Well, shit. I was discovering all sorts of stuff about myself by being with Ash. I was one kinky bastard.Ash handed me his body wash, and I squirted some into my hand, ignoring the thrill that went through me at the thought that I’d get to smell like him for the rest of the night.When we were both clean, Ash turned off the water, grabbed one of the towels off the bar, and wrapped it around my waist, then used the other one on himself.We dried off, and Ash hung up our towels as I gathered our dirty clothes.“Meet you in my room?” He picked up his shower kit and put his hand on the doorknob but didn’t twist it.I nodded and braced myself as he pulled the door open.
Ash shoved my sweats down so they were under my ass. My cock jutted out comically. He did the same with his pants so we were both free, then gripped my shaft.“Fuck,” I moaned.“Line it up with mine so I can stroke us both off,” he rasped, his eyes filled with heat and naked lust.I shimmied up his body and pressed our shafts together. He closed his big hand around them and squeezed tight.“Fuck, you feel good, Jules.”“So do you.” I thrust my hips, dragging my cock through his tight grip.“That’s it, kitten. Fuck yourself. Let me see you get yourself off.”A whine tore from my throat as I did what he said and thrust into his hand.The rough slide of his skin, the hot pressure of his shaft against mine, was amazing, and I chased the pleasure as I fucked his fist as fast and hard as I could.“Fuck, Ash,” I grunted. My legs burned, and my stomach muscles were getting tired.“You need help, kitten?”“Please.”“Hold still.”I stopped moving and braced my hands on the headboard as he took
“I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” He trailed a line of kisses down my neck. “Even back when I hated you, I thought you were so damn pretty. It’s one of the reasons I was so mean to you. I was attracted to you, even back then.”“Same.” I wrapped my arms around him, tilting my head back to give him better access. He ran his tongue over the base of my throat, then kissed and nipped up the other side of my neck. “I hated you for being so hot.Hated myself for wanting you, especially since I thought you were straight.”“I’m definitely not straight.” He chuckled against my skin as he ground his hard cock against my thigh.“Fuck.” I bucked up against him, desperate for more friction.“Now be a good little kitten, and let me get my mouth on that pornstar dick of yours.”“’Kay.”I lay boneless on the bed as he pushed my shirt up until it was tucked under my armpits. He trailed hot, openmouthed kisses down my chest and across my stomach, running his hands over every part of me he co
“You survive?” he asked when the closing credits rolled.“Not sure.” I shifted so we were chest-to-chest, and I could bury my face in his neck. “Can a twenty-one-year-old die of a heart attack?”“Not from a scary movie.” He brushed his lips against my forehead.“You really are part cat. How are you sitting like that without your back screaming at you?”I was twisted into a pretzel, trying to hug him while still sitting beside him.“I’m too busy worrying about my heart to notice my back. I’m sure that pain will set in soon.”“Come here, scaredy-cat.”He gripped my hips and swung me onto his lap so I was straddling him.“These cat puns are getting old,” I grumbled and tucked my head under his chin and breathed him in.“You’re just salty because I’m way funnier than you thought.”“That’s not completely false.” I smiled into his skin. “But I’m sure you can say the same thing about me.”“I can.” He held me tight, the pressure of his arms around me soothing my racing heart.The movie was st
Jules’s POVThe next morning I woke up with Ash curled up behind me, one arm over my waist and one leg between mine as he held me close. We must have shifted during the night because I’d fallen asleep on top of him.I flushed at the memories of him holding me, telling me it was okay to feel and that he was here for all of me. How the hell had we gone from hating each other to hate fucking to this?“Ash?” I asked. Was he awake yet? Neither of our alarms had gone off.“Morning.” He nuzzled my neck sleepily.“Now who’s the kitten?”He chuckled and hugged me tighter. “I like waking up with you.”“I like it too.” My face heated as he rubbed his big hand over my stomach.Why did that feel so good?“Want to take the first shower?” he asked.“Sure.”He let go of me, and I slid out from in front of him and got out of bed. He rolled onto his back, a sleepy smile on his face, and I couldn’t help staring at him.He was gorgeous on a regular day, but seeing him all sleepy, his eyes hooded, a lin
I’d never been close with either of my parents. My mother had been too busy being angry at Dad to give a shit about me, and my dad was a dicknozzle who’d always pretended I didn’t exist.Their divorce had brought out the worst in both of them, but it wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to.Jules had lost his mom, and they’d been close.“I’m so sorry.” I hugged him tighter, shifting onto my back so he was on top of me.“I miss her.”I rubbed his back, anger at our parents burning through me like a living thing.They were so fucking selfish and had ruined so many lives with their stupid affair.The night they’d told us about Riley was imprinted on my mind.Two weeks after we’d moved into Jules’s house, our parents had sat us down in the living room and told us we were going to be big brothers.Neither of us had said a word, and that had started a huge scene where Crystal had burst into tears and run upstairs because we hadn’t jumped up and down for joy, and Ken had shouted and called us all s
The man talked to squirrels. The man made promises to squirrels. And from what Mark had seen, he kept the promises too. There were several pine cones covered in peanut butter set out in the backyard when Mark arrived at the house on Monday morning, and they definitely hadn’t been there the day befo
“Father Mark!”Mark looked up to see Darren Samms’s ruddy, smiling face peering into the kitchen of the halfway house. It was impossible not to smile back and Mark set down his list of inventory items in preparation for the inevitable next step.Darren was a big man, tall as well as wide, and his h
“Having a job is a term of your parole,” Darren said, filling the silence after Mark had failed to answer Cain’s question. “If you’ve lost the current job, you’ll need to find another. If you can’t find another, we’ll look at getting you into a training program, or finding somewhere for you tovolu
“I think so,” the priest said, and he waited while Lucas climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over his lap. “Now, soup. It’s just from a can—sorry. My wife makes wonderful homemade soup, and if your bruising keeps you from eating solids, I’ll ask her to send some over, but for now, it’s canned







