“Come on.” Dec grabbed my hand and guided me upstairs toward the bathroom, and I let him, nothing more than a fool in love who would follow him anywhere. We made a pit stop at the bedroom to drop our phones and wallets on the nightstand, and as soon as we reached the bathroom, he slid off his shirt, revealing inches of skin I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. I wanted to touch him everywhere, then lick him, too.
He grinned, because the fucker knew what he did to me, and he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I watched, unable to look away, and licked my lips. I took a step back, leaning against the sink so I could enjoy the show.
The sound of his zipper was loud in the otherwise quiet room, and my heart slammed against my ribs with enough force I thought it might have bruised it. His jeans slipped down his hips and past thick thighs to his feet, and he stepped out of them, leaving him in tight black briefs that gave me a great view of his half-hard package. The dork still had his socks on, too.
“Is that a gift for me?” I asked, biting at my bottom lip.
“Sweetheart, this is always a gift for you.” He winked, then waved at me. “You’ve got too many clothes on. Get undressed and I’ll run the water.”
He turned to bend over the custom-built black porcelain tub—large enough to allow a man his size to soak without touching his feet to the end—and I took a moment to appreciate that muscled ass I loved as much as the rest of him. My gut warmed and my cock jerked in my pants. Slipping off my shirt, I quickly shoved my jeans and underwear down my legs, kicking them off, along with my socks. I grabbed my clothes, and Dec’s, too, and put them in the basket because if there was one thing I hated, it was a mess on the floor.
When I looked back at him, he had water pouring into the tub along with a dab of bubble bath. He never liked too much foam, and while he usually used Epsom salts for his sore body, he went for something more visible for a relaxing shared bath.
He glanced back at me and whistled. “Well, hello there.”
I snorted and stepped up to him. He cuddled me close and kissed me before he took off his underwear and socks, then slid into the tub. After a few seconds, I followed him in and took a seat in front of him. When the tub was full, I turned off the knobs before I leaned back against his hard chest, the warmth of the water caressing my skin. I groaned at the amazing feeling, closing my eyes when his arms slid around me and held me tight.
“How’s work?” he asked, as though we hadn’t talked about it every night on the phone. I sighed in pleasure when he slid a hand up and plucked at the steel bar through my right nipple. He stopped teasing and wrapped me up in a hug. We couldn’t go a night without calling each other, no matter the time. If he had an evening game, he usually called after he got back to his hotel room.
“It’s work.” I laid my arms over his and breathed in the lavender scent of the bubbles. “Did I tell you about the guy that came in the other day?”
“Which one?”
“The one who got his mom’s name tattooed across his chest?” I laughed at the thought of him.Poor guy.
“No.” I felt Dec flinch behind me because we’d talked about people getting names tattooed on them before. It wasn’t worth it to etch someone into your flesh. Anything could happen, and tattoos were basically permanent, unless you were willing to go through a lot of pain and money to get them removed.
“So, he came in last week sometime. Wanted his mom’s name tattooed on his chest. Big damned letters and all. I was so tempted to warn him that wasn’t a good idea, but I’m not there to fucking lecture him.” I sighed. “So, I do it because it’s a pretty quick job, and he pays, and that’s that, right? Except he comes in this week all heartbroken and says his mom freaked on him. She’s mad and hates it, demanded he remove it. So he comes in asking about tattoo removal. I didn’t laugh, but I wanted to. He thought his mom was going to throw him out of the house. Apparently, he still lives with her. I had to tell him where to get laser removal, and he walked out of the shop like a kicked puppy.”
Dec shook his head. “Oh, man. What did PD say?”
I laughed. “Nothing. He’s not the first jackass we’ve had that did something like that.”
He grunted and tightened his hold on me, the familiar press of his dick firm against my lower back.
“Why are you home early?” I asked, leaning farther into him. The hardness of his chest was more comfortable than it should have been, and I let out a happy little sound.
“Game was canceled. Did you hear about a coach of a hockey team dying from an accident?”
“Not really, but you know the Blizzards are the only team I follow.”
He chuckled softly. “Yeah. Well, he was the coach of the Portland Polars.”
“Damn. That’s sad.” I knew there wasn’t much that would cancel a hockey game. Fans were rabid and there needed to be a good reason. “Well, I’m sorry for them, but I’m glad you’re home.” I turned my head and angled my chin, and even though he had his eyes closed, it was almost as though he knew what I was asking for because he shifted forward, eyes opening as he dropped another kiss on my lips.
“I like this,” he murmured against my mouth. “I love you, sweetheart. I love coming home to you.”
“Me too.” I cupped his cheek and kissed him deeper.
3
Declan Greenwood-North
We spentthe next hour in the bathtub, relaxing and enjoying each other’s warmth until the water was too cold and we had to get out. I grabbed a fluffy black towel and wrapped it around my waist as Jake did the same. We made our way to the bedroom, which was straight across the hallway.
Jake flopped onto his back on the bed with an “umph” and held out his hand, beckoning me forward like a sex demon. I couldn’t do anything but fall next to him, dragging his body as close to mine as I could get it. I kissed his cheek and down his jaw until I reached his lips again. He moaned against my mouth, rolling to his side and throwing a leg over my thigh, digging his heel into my asscheek.
I smiled at him and ran my knuckles over his cheek. “Do you want me to turn it on?”
