Page 58 of Break Out

The sound of a door closing and the squeaking of wheels wakes me up. A glance at the clock tells me that it’s probably time to get up if I’m going to be ready by eleven to head to the spa. I’m sitting up in bed when Brody pokes his head into the bedroom.

“Good morning.”

Even sweaty from a workout, he’s gorgeous. I’m sure I look like a wreck with my hair a rat’s nest from sleeping with it loose. As I’m gathering the energy to get out of bed to brush my teeth Brody sits down and leans toward me.

“Morning,” I mumble, scrunching up my nose.

Brody steps back. “Sorry, I probably smell.”

He’s worried about smelling bad? I gesture to my mouth. “No. Morning breath.”

“Aubrey, I don’t give a fuck about morning breath.” He leans closer to me again.

“But I do.” I put a hand to his chest to stop him. He sighs and shakes his head but moves so I can get out of bed.

“Ready for today?” I ask as a few minutes later, my teeth brushed and hair tamed.

Brody’s reclining against the back of the bed, sans shirt and shoes, scrolling on his phone.

He lifts a shoulder in a half shrug, and says, “Sure.”

I raise an eyebrow. While the bachelorette and bachelor events today are just for the wedding party, Chet extended invites to both Brody and Devon since they’re the only ones whose partners are in the wedding and they aren’t.

“You could always back out,” I offer, knowing full well how Brody feels about golf.

“It’s fine.” Brody gets to his feet. “There’s food in the living room. And coffee. I’m going to take a shower.”

He leans down and brushes his lips against mine, and it takes all of me not to protest when he pulls back and saunters into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear the shower turn on before pulling off my shirt and underwear. I leave them in a pile by the bathroom door. Taking a deep breath, I step inside, hoping Brody’s actually in the shower and not going to the bathroom. I can’t help but stare at the sight in front of me—Brody naked, his back to me as he soaps up his hair.

“Aubrey?” Brody says as he turns to catch me staring at him, a smirk on his face. “Did you need something?”

“I, ah . . .” I’m at a loss for words, my bravery having disappeared the minute he caught me in here. What happens if I overstepped? Maybe I shouldn’t have barged in on his shower. My eyes drift down his body to his cock, which gets harder the longer I stare at it.

“You coming to join me, beautiful?” Brody asks, and my gaze moves up to meet his. I see the desire I feel reflected back in his expression. All I can do is nod, pull open the glass door, and step in. He moves back, and I get under the hot water.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy like that,” Brody rasps.

“Like what?” I turn to look at him. He’s standing in the corner of the shower, watching me as he strokes himself.

“All wet. The water running down your body. Hell, Aubrey, I could come watching you take a shower.”

I let out a bark of laughter, moving closer to him. “Oh yeah.” I reach out and run my hands over his body, and he groans, tipping his head back.

“Touch me,” he says, letting go of his cock and gripping my hips to pull me closer. I oblige, wrapping my hand around him.

“Like this?”

Brody hums in response, his hand tracing my hip bone, making me shiver, before dipping between my legs and swiping across my clit.

“Brod,” I rasp out as he sinks a finger inside me.

“Hmmm?” he mumbles, leaning closer to me and kissing along my collarbone and up my neck as he pumps his finger in and out of me. It’s all I can do to hold myself upright and stroke him.

“I’m so close, Aubs.”

“Me too,” I grit out. He uses his thumb to stroke my clit, and I combust, yelling out his name as I come. He removes his fingers from me and wraps his hand around mine, helping me stroke him. I look down, mesmerized by his bigger, stronger hand wrapped around mine, guiding me back and forth over his cock.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Brody says, thrusting a few times before shooting hot white ribbons of cum all over the shower wall. We stroke him a couple more times before he removes his hand and I let go of him. Needing a moment, I step back under the spray of the shower as he sags against the wall.