I closed my eyes,letting warm water from the shower rain down on me.
My temples throbbed with the beginnings of a headache and my muscles ached as I tried to ease the tension that had refused to uncoil in my body all day.
As hard and emotional as it had been, my mind kept going back to one thing.
Riot.
His blown pupils and glistening eyes as I’d taken his hard cock in my hand. The way his hands had felt on my skin. The way he’d moaned and begged me to touch him. His fucking uncut cock.
I was going to get hard again. Hell, I’d never gotten completely soft after watching Riot spill his load for me.
We hadn’t talked about it yet. We’d gone into dad mode after we’d cleaned up, getting the kids settled. Riot had taken his own moment with Wynter. It had been all dinner and teeth brushing and pajamas, and we’d barely had a moment to even look at each other, let alone discuss “us.”
What was Riot thinking? Usually, I could tell, but now I had no idea. Had he liked it? Did he regret it? Did he want to do it again? Fuck, I hoped so.
I grabbed Riot’s conditioner off the shelf and poured some into my hand. I was already at half-mast and could barely think straight.
I had no idea what to expect when I got out of the shower. I had no idea if Riot would want to talk about it or act like it had never happened. Any way it went, I didn’t want to put any pressure on him by having a hard-on the whole fucking time.
I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he tried to ignore it. We might not have put everything into words, but something had changed, and not just because I’d given Riot a hand job.
I was starting to realize I might’ve built this up so much bigger than it was. Why was I so afraid to tell Riot how I felt? We had been showing each other our love every day for years. How even a tiny part of me thought Riot would push me away was beyond me.
It didn’t mean he’d want me sexually again, and that was fine. As long as he didn’t try to act like nothing had happened. I wouldn’t be able to bear that.
Fuck, what was this man doing to me? He had always wrecked me, left my mind in shambles, but now? Now that I’d seen what he looked like when he came undone for me? How was I supposed to go back to the way we’d been after that?
My hand wrapped around my dick, images of Riot flashing through my mind. Riot smiling. His whimpers as I stroked him. The way his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I leaned into the shower wall, my forearm pressed against the tiles as I stroked myself faster.
“Fuck, Riot.” I gasped, the pleasure building.
“Hey, sorry. I just needed to grab my lotion. My hands are so fucking dry—ohhh.”
I turned around, dick still in my hand, to see Riot through the glass door staring at me, a slight tremor to his lip.
“I—” he started, his favorite bottle of lotion grasped between his hands.
I turned so I was completely facing him. My pace slowed but I didn’t stop completely. It was a risk, but I knew Riot. I’d memorized his every expression, and while he was clearly confused by these new feelings that had sprung up seemingly out of nowhere, Riot was . . . intrigued. He might not have come in here with the expectation of seeing this, but he wasn’t running away either.
Riot cleared his throat, his eyes glued to my dick. “Do you, um, want me to leave?”
I shook my head slightly. “Only if you want to.”
Riot took a few steps forward, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “I don’t want to.”
Smiling, I pushed open the glass door. “C’mere, sweetheart.”
He was still wearing the sweats and my shirt that he had thrown on after his failed bath. There was a split-second pause where I thought maybe I’d taken things too far, but then Riot pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. I took a moment to appreciate his lean frame and the sleeves of dark tattoos that covered both arms from shoulders to wrists.
The wedding band I’d bought him after signing our marriage license lay on the gold chain around his neck, just below his collarbone. The ring was simple, just solid gold. We’d still been broke and it had mostly been for show at that point anyway. I’d always imagined buying him a new one that better suited him, but I hadn’t seen the point. Now, maybe there would be one.
Once Riot was naked, he entered the stream with me. I sent a silent thanks to past us who’d splurged for the better water heaters when we’d renovated this house. If the shower were ice cold, it would ruin the mood.
Riot closed the door, and immediately I pushed him against the wall, crowding into his space. I nosed down his throat, taking him in.
“Koa, don’t stop. I want to see.”
“See what, baby?”
