“You had your chance with her, Seth. You fucked that up. Now leave her alone.”
“I love her!” Seth shouted as Rafe returned to the restaurant door. “I was just too blind to see it.”
Rafe knew exactly how that felt. Only his feelings for Bailey were real, and Seth was merely a fuck-up who didn’t like to lose. If he had loved Bailey, he damn sure wouldn’t have treated her the way he did. Any man who would make his woman walk three miles to and from work didn’t deserve to experience life with anyone. He deserved to be relegated to jacking off every fucking night. Alone.
“That guy in there’s right. I was a dumbass.”
With no interest in listening to Seth’s bleeding-heart blues, Rafe turned to go back inside.
“But I’m not the only one, huh? You didn’t eventry!” Seth shouted. “And now she’s with some asshole.”
“He’s less of an asshole than you. But that’s not sayin’ much,” Rafe muttered as he opened the door and stepped inside.
He spared a glance at Holt and Bailey, noticing she was sitting beside Holt this time, his arm over her shoulders.
As though he knew he was there, Holt looked back, their eyes meeting across the distance.
And just like that, he was transported back to a time when Holt had given him a similar look.
“Shower with me.”
Rafe sat up straight, staring down at Holt. “What?”
The man smirked. “You heard me. Shower with me.”
“I just asked you to fuck me, and now you wanna shower?”
“I get one night with you. I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna get the deluxe package.”
“Deluxe package?” Rafe grinned. “Is that what I am?”
Holt chuckled, then bucked his hips, causing Rafe to fall to the side. Holt was on his feet and heading for the bathroom, stripping his shorts off as he went.
“What the hell are you doin’?” Rafe muttered to himself. He had two choices at this point. He could pull on his clothes and walk out the door before he went through with this. Or he could join Holt in the bathroom and explore more of what Holt had introduced him to a few minutes ago.
It wasn’t an easy choice; he had to admit. It also wasn’t difficult, but he wasn’t sure why that was. Rafe wanted Holt like he’d never wanted anyone before. He couldn’t explain the chemistry or the connection, but he felt it. And though he didn’t intend to let this turn into more than one night of passion, Rafe couldn’t imagine tomorrow without experiencing tonight.
Holt peeked his head out of the bathroom. “Get in here. My mouth needs to be on every inch of you.”
The heated gleam in Holt’s eyes was all the invitation Rafe needed.
The moment he stepped into the glass enclosure, Holt was on him. Hard hands moved over every inch, soaping his slick skin and making his dick ache and throb. Their lips and teeth clashed as their tongues trashed and dueled. If he’d thought Holt was looking for a moment to regroup, he’d been wrong. This was foreplay that involved water and soap.
Rafe gasped for air, pulling his mouth from Holt’s when the man wrapped his fists around his cock and stroked. The soap lubricated his efforts and intensified the sensation.
“Keep that up, I’m gonna come,” Rafe warned.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
Rafe shook his head. “Not yet. Not until you’re inside me.”
Holt grunted, releasing his grip and stepping back. While Rafe caught his breath, Holt ran his soapy hands over his rock-hard abs, his well-defined chest. Rafe wasn’t sure why, but he’d never expected a writer to be quite so ripped.
When Holt began stroking his cock, Rafe watched, mesmerized by the sight. He wanted that cock inside him. He wanted Holt to fuck him so hard that he forgot his damn name. For so long, Rafe had been using sex to obliterate the horrific memories that plagued him, but it never failed that they would return. Hell, even the new memories sometimes took on the shape of those horrors. With Holt, Rafe knew that wouldn’t happen because this wasn’t something he’d ever had before. Rafe had never shared intimacy with a man, and these memories would be his alone.
Standing tall, Rafe moved toward Holt, pushing him back against the wall and letting the water pour down over them, rinsing away the soap.
“I want you to fuck me,” Rafe told Holt. “And then I want you fuck me again and again until the only thing I remember is you.”
