Xander’s brow furrowed. He reached for the faucet, turned off the water, then opened the glass shower door and grabbed a towel. He planted his ass on the edge of the double vanity as he crossed his arms and ankles.
“Oh, good. The invitation is for two. I mean, if you want to bring the bed-warmer around a bunch of horny SEALs…”
“Gimme a minute,” I told Parker, then muted the call and turned it on speakerphone. “You know anything about the team getting together tonight?” I asked Xander.
He shook his head, so I unmuted the call.
“You still there, Parker?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, so, like I was saying, I know you’re with Sandy, but Walker and Foster are in town. It’s rare for the three of us to all be stateside at the same time, and with the shitstorm…”
“Parker, get to the point.”
“Right, we’re down at the Salty Dog.”
“I don’t wanna crash the family reunion.”
“No worries there. I called the rest of the guys; it’s a spur-of-the-moment shindig.”
“Okay. I’ll ask Sandy, but that’s probably not gonna happen. Early morning and all that.”
“That’s a shame, but I get it.”
“No…that’s not what I meant. I’ll be there.”
“Damn, that’s…”
His words cut off when a female voice yelled,“Parker Holt, I will call your mama if you finish that sentence!”
“Julie or Lillian?” I asked with a laugh.
“Both. Now get your ass down here. I gotta go. I still need to call Madison.”
The phone disconnected before I could say anything else.
“What the fuck? Who the hell is Sandy? Who are Walker and Foster and Julie and Lillian?”
“The fuck was Parker being Parker. Sandy is a nickname for Alexander, so my assumption is Sandy is you. Walker and Foster are Parker’s brothers. Lillian and Julie are their wives.”
A glassy-eyed deer-in-the-headlights look came over him. Setting the phone down, I finished stripping, then stepped up to him, straddling his outstretched legs.
“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t know any of those people.”
My hands cupped his face, lifting his chin so I could look into his dark brown eyes. “You don’t have to know who they are to have a good time, Xander.”
His arms finally uncrossed. His hands came to rest on my hips, and he pulled me closer. My once flaccid dick perked up.
“I’m gonna need a shower. What is with you making certain that I’m covered in cum?”
He smirked in response but didn’t answer. Instead, he took my mouth, nipping and sucking at my lips. He pushed me away from him. I braced myself for our mouths to part, but he followed, pushing me back. My heel caught on something. I panicked, wrenching my mouth from his. I shouldn’t haveworried. Xander might be smaller than me in height and size, but he was as strong as an ox. Something I’d learned by both observation and experience. He kept up in the weight room with the beefcakes, and he’d tossed me around in bed more than once.
“I got you, Daddio,” he whispered against my lips as he maneuvered me into the glass-enclosed shower.
My back hit the tile wall. Xander’s body pressed into mine. The towel he’d wrapped around his waist a thing of the past. The mosaic tiles bit into my flesh as his breath and mine mingled.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
