Page 30 of Doubting Hearts

He chuckled. “Jesus, Toby, take the romance out of it, why don’t you.” He reached for the condom packet, ripped it and fitted it over himself, then reached for the same pineapple lube we’d used at the haystack and squeezed it onto his fingers. I loved the sight of him wet and sultry, his hair plastered to his head, black as night against a pale face, his blue eyes focused on the task in hand.

“Turn around and face the wall,” he commanded. I did what I was told, placing my hands against the cool tiles, leaning slightly forward. He pressed himself against my back, kissed my shoulder, then ran his tongue up my neck. His cock pressed in between my butt cheeks, sliding slowly up and down, and I shivered at thinking where it was about to go. He placed his hands over mine on the tiles, fitting himself to me like a glove as he licked the wetness off my neck and rubbed himself against me.

Then one hand moved down to my arse, and slowly, deliberately, he slid a finger inside me. I closed my eyes and let the water run down into my mouth as he teased me gently with one finger then two, loosening me and causing ripples of pleasure to circulate like bubbles of a whirlpool on the sensitive skin of my hole. His teeth nipped at the skin at the nape of my neck, then he licked the bite languorously. His fingers scissored in my arse, driving me crazy. He chuckled, wet lips against my heated skin, and I was truly surprised that steam didn’t rise from my body like a Grecian bath. I moaned loudly as his fingers pushed deeper inside me.

“God, Rain, please…,” I whispered. “I need you inside me.”

“I love it when you beg,” he whispered as he withdrew his fingers. I groaned in frustration, as I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted either. If there had been a way to have both his fingers and his cock inside me at the same time, I’d be all for it. He moved, pulling my hips slightly toward him, and I gasped as he slid into me, no holds barred, simply plunged in deep and firm. I pushed back to take him deeper, spreading my legs and pressing my hands against the wall to balance me.

“Jesus, this just gets better,” he gasped as we moved together in rhythm. I’d fucked in a shower before, but this was different. Rain behind me, his hands gripping my hips and caressing my stomach as he thrust himself in and out of me, the hiss of his breath on my bare shoulders and back—it was a cornucopia of feeling and emotion that I’d never experienced with such intensity before. He reached around, grasping my cock as he continued his lusty movements. He stroked me, quick, hard strokes, and I moaned. I took one of my hands off the wall and covered his with mine, helping him.

He groaned loudly behind me. “Hell, I’m so close, but I want you to come first.”

“I doubt that will be a problem,” I said in a strangled voice. “I’m almost there. Just keep up what you’re doing. God, you feel so good inside me, Rain. Move over just a little bit, just there….” My voice trailed off as he hit that sweet spot of my prostate, and I lost my breath as he did it again and again. I could feel his grin against the bare, wet skin of my back as he nipped gently. My mind shut down, entering a different space, and for a minute there was nothing else but the feel of the man behind me and the sweet taste of water as it cascaded over my head and into my mouth.

If anyone ever invented a virtual-reality environment that could slow down time, this shower just had to be one of them. It seemed like time did stop for a while, as I relished every movement, every touch, every flutter of Rain’s lips and eyelashes against my skin. His hands were skillful and knew how to bring me to the edge and draw me back. Finally, I could go no longer. I gave a loud moan as my cock decided it had had enough, and my thighs tensed and my inner muscles tightened as I came. Our hands were covered with my come, spurting out in hot, sticky streams onto my stomach and the shower walls, only to be washed away by the strong pressure of the water still raining down. My knees buckled, and Rain’s strong arms held me up. He kept up his thrusts, and I pushed back against him. I locked my hands behind his head and pulled him forward, searching for his mouth. His lips latched on to mine as he groaned loudly at the feel of my tongue in his mouth.

“Oh God, you taste so good,” he managed to get out in between frantic kisses. His hips were bucking frantically against my backside, and I could tell he was close to orgasm. It only took one last thrust of my tongue deeply into his mouth and a sultry, wanton groan from my throat and he swore loudly, his body shuddering as he climaxed.

He gripped me so tight on the hips I was sure I’d have bruises. His ragged breath warmed my ear, and finally we sank into each other, both exhausted but totally satiated.

The water continued to drench our naked bodies, and we simply stood there, still connected, and let it do its magic.

“Toby, that was hot.” He nuzzled my neck. “You are so hot. What the hell did I do to deserve a sex bomb like you?”

I laughed softly as I disengaged us and turned around to see him fiddling with the filled condom.

“I have no idea. Maybe good karma?” I licked his lips, enjoying drinking the water off him. I picked up the shower gel, poured it into my hand, and started soaping him down. I swear he preened like a cockatoo as I lathered soap over him. He did the same with my body, and soon there were two soap-sudsy men once again getting hard in a shower. It was a match made in heaven, and I didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

* * *

THE NEXT six weeks, we spent as much time together at Rain’s cottage as we could possibly manage. We’d gotten into a routine, flirting and teasing

each other during the day, using the garden hut occasionally, and threatening Lucas and Tammy with death if they spied on us. I found myself spending lunchtimes, ones that I’d normally have worked through, grabbing a quick sandwich and a cup of coffee with Rain and Lucas in the Canterbury Bar. I’d sit in between Rain’s legs as we ate our lunches on the floor, listening to him and Lucas insult each other and tell stories about their past exploits. They were incredibly good friends, and Rain was lucky to have him.

I occasionally caught glimpses into Rain’s past. He was very fond of his family, now all living back in South Africa, and I’d heard him on the phone to his parents and older brother a few times. But when he spoke to his brother, Nick, for some reason his accent deepened, and I’d never heard anything sexier. He used it in bed sometimes just to turn me on. I had no idea what it was about it that drove me wild, but I loved hearing it.

Whenever Tommy was mentioned in conversation, I bit my tongue, as he seemed to me to be a narcissistic twat. The relationship between the two had seemed very weighted in Tommy’s favor. I gathered Lucas felt the same, based on conversations we’d had when Rain wasn’t around. I marveled at the fact the Rain I knew had put up with it, but I guessed he’d been a man in love.

Tradesmen in the bar would come and go, fitting the lighting and the plumbing, and my job was to make sure they all came on time and left only when the job was finished. Rain and Lucas were good at helping.

I confess that half the time I left the management of the other artisans with their “creative temperament” to them.

Rain had already pissed off one of the electricians by telling him loftily he didn’t think he knew what the bloody hell he was doing. The man had thrown a complete hissy fit, and I’d had to soothe his ruffled feathers. I’d glared at Rain, who’d simply shrugged uncaringly.

“The man’s a complete tosser, Toby,” he’d said with a scowl. “He doesn’t know his wires from shit.” I’d glared at him, and he’d gazed at me guilelessly. At least he hadn’t said anything else to the guy since then, so I counted my blessings on that one.

Simon had left for Cadiz four weeks ago, after promising me he’d be back soon to see how things were going. It had been a real wrench for me to say good-bye to him. I’d hugged him, feeling as if one of the pivotal stalwarts of my life was lost to me. He’d hugged me tightly just before the taxi picked him up, his voice choked.

“This isn’t good-bye, Toby. Just au revoir, my boy. I’m too fond of you to just leave you like that. I’ll always be there for you. And you have Rain now. He’s a good man.” He’d sounded wistful, and I’d felt my throat choke up. I had to tell him I knew.

“Simon, I’m sorry.”

He’d looked at me. “Sorry for what, Toby?”

I’d swallowed. “Sorry that maybe I didn’t see how you felt about me—”

He’d reached over and kissed my lips—nothing sexual, just a man who cared for me deeply. I was glad whatever physical attraction that had been there was no longer.