Viktor dragged me to my feet and kissed the hell out of me, both of us wavering, balance something that belonged to other people until I found purchase on the wall again.
The water heater was powered by the Mediterranean sun, but we’d been in here a while and the spray began to cool.
Viktor shut it off and chucked me a towel. “Do not get cold.”
An order.
I liked it.
But I kept that shit to myself and obeyed, letting him choose what happened next. Sleeping with a boner this locked in was gonna hurt, but for him, I’d take any fucking pain.
Viktor caught me in a daze and took the towel from me, dropping it to the floor. “Come.”
He wasn’t talking to my dick. He steered me out of the bathroom and to the main living space of the house, pressing buttons as he went to shut the blinds, concealing us from anyone who wandered up the hill.
Pretty sure it didn’t hide us from Jake, but I wasn’t fussed about that. On the list of shit I had to worry about, Jakey copping an eyeful was below fucking zero.
You want him to watch Vik fucking you?
Not really. And it didn’t feel like it was going to happen tonight. But I kinda wanted him to see Vik was okay enough to even think about it.
Weirdo.
Yup.
Viktor tossed me a remote.
It smacked my damp chest and I snapped out of it just in time to stop it clattering to the floor.
He’s still naked.
More than that, he was still half hard, and processing that kept me from comprehending what he’d given me.
He came closer. I felt his body heat. Felt his wry humour as he loosed a low laugh. “Anyone would think it was you who had just lost his mind in the shower.”
“You lost your mind, Vik? Want me to find it for you?”
“I want you to put some music on.”
The remote. It was the magic key to his fuck-hot sound system. As if my dick could get any harder.
Viktor disappeared. One ear tracking his footsteps, I padded to the control panel built into the wall and pressed a few buttons on the remote. Vik’s entire music collection, entwined with mine, appeared at the tips of my fingers.
Get in.I scrolled through, contemplating the mood. I was worked up as fuck, but accepting of the fact that I might have to stay that way. A vibe I was used to that had nothing to do with the heat in my blood and the coiled beast in my belly. I didn’t care if I carried this wood forever. It was enough just to be with him.
Viktor came up behind me.
Stillnaked.
His dick pressed into my back and my jaw felt too heavy for my fucking face. “Choose.”
I picked an album we’d listened to before. One of his. One of mine. Didn’t matter as heady bass oozed from the hidden speakers, soft enough that it didn’t intrude but so deep it made my pulse throb.
Or maybe that was him. That dick carving a dent in my spine. His shower-warmed skin. His chin on my shoulder as he studied my choice. “I remember this with you.”
“You weren’t as fucked up as me then.”
“Maybe in a different way.” He kissed my shoulder. “But you seemed like you needed it—to escape from what we had done.”
