“Harder,” I begged, my voice echoing off the tile walls. “I can take it. Please, Diego.”
He obliged, his hips snapping forward with new intensity. The force of it pressed me against the shower wall, the cool tiles a sharp contrast to the heat of our bodies. Diego’s mouth found my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin as he pounded into me.
“I’m gonna—” I gasped, feeling my orgasm building rapidly. “Diego, I’m close.”
“Me too,” he panted against my ear. “Can I cum inside you? Please, Freckles, I want to fill you up.”
The request sent a jolt of pure lust through me. “Yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.”
His rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as he chased his release.His hand worked my cock faster, thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each stroke. I felt the familiar tightening in my core, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
Then I was cumming, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. My cum painted the shower wall in white streaks, quickly washed away by the water. Behind me, Diego groaned deeply, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside me, his balls drawn tight against my ass. The sensation of his hot cum filling me was foreign but incredibly intimate, marking me as his in the most primal way.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, Diego’s forehead resting against my shoulder. I could feel him softening inside me, but neither of us seemed eager to break the connection.
“That was way better…” I said, still surprised by the intensity. “So much better than what I expected.”
“Yeah,” Diego agreed, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of my neck. “It really was.”
Finally, reluctantly, he eased out of me. I felt a trickle of warmth down my thigh, quickly washed away by the shower spray. When I turned to face him, Diego’s eyes were soft and full of love.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, brushing wet hair from my forehead. “Every single inch of you.”
I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You are too,” I replied, kissing his jaw. “The most beautiful cowboy I’ve ever seen.”
Diego gave me a lingering kiss before reaching for the shampoo. “We should probably actually get clean before the party.” His hands worked through my hair, massaging my scalp with gentle pressure that made me melt against him.
“The party,” I groaned, suddenly remembering we had somewhere to be. “Everyone’s probably waiting for us.”
“Let ‘em wait,” Diego murmured, though he continued washing my hair with efficient movements. “You’re worth being late for.”
I closed my eyes, savoring the tenderness of his touch as herinsed the shampoo from my hair. We took turns washing each other, hands exploring familiar territory with new appreciation. There was something deeply intimate about this simple act of care, maybe even more so than the sex we’d just had.
“I could get used to this,” I admitted as he ran a soapy washcloth across my shoulders.
Diego’s eyes met mine, suddenly serious despite the steam surrounding us. “That’s the plan, Freckles. I want you getting used to this. To us.”
My heart swelled at his words. It still amazed me how quickly this had happened, how completely I’d fallen for him. A month ago, I was nursing a broken heart in California. Now I was planning to build a life in Sagebrush with a cowboy who knew me better after a couple weeks than Tommy had after years.
Diego was everything I’d ever wanted, and so much more that I didn’t know Ineeded. But now that I knew, I was never gonna let him go.
Ever.
Chapter 24
Diego
It took another thirty minutes for Hayden and I to shower, getting lost again with my cock in his ass. It was surprisingly easy to do with him around. Then again, if anyone I’d ever slept with had been even half as beautiful as Hayden, I’m not sure I would’ve ever let them go. But Hayden was more than that too. He was kind, thoughtful, and honestly, a bit of a grump, which I found desperately adorable. It was no wonder I was so in love with him.
Eventually we left the shower, dried off, and got dressed for the party down at the diner. Nearly everyone in Sagebrush that I knew was going to be there. Beau and Lucas of course, and their family. There would also be all the boys over at the Baker Ranch and their partners, other gay men that I knew Hayden would be not only surprised to meet, but happy to know that we weren’t going to be alone in this tiny town. There were so many people I wanted him to meet, to prove to him that he’d made the right decision staying with me. And also to prove it to myself. Sagebrush, while small and dusty, had grown on me in a way that I never thought possible.
Now, thanks to Hayden, it was home.
“You ready to go down to the party?” I asked Hayden as headjusted his collar in the mirror. He’d chosen a deep green sweater that made his eyes pop and a pair of dark jeans that hugged him in all the right places.
“Almost,” he said, running his fingers through his hair one more time. “Do I look okay?”
I came up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder. Our reflection stared back at us… him lean and perfect with those freckles I couldn’t get enough of, me a bit rougher around the edges with my dark hair still damp from the shower.
