Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“No, I think she’s fine here.” Grabbing clothes out of his dresser, Luis quickly filled his backpack with essentials.
“You can bring...” Tucker nodded at the nightstand, hoping Luis could read his mind without him needing to spell this out.
“Yeah?” Luis got the hint, retrieving the bottle of lube and putting it in the bag’s front pocket. “Not too tired?”
“Apparently not.” He had to laugh at his own eagerness, which honestly delighted him. Being this interested in sex with a specific person was still unfamiliar to him, and the arousal Luis inspired felt good, like champagne bubbles in his veins or like sampling a dessert he only rarely got to have. “Wade brought me condoms the other day.”
“Wade did what now?” Luis gave a slow blink as he zipped up the bag.
“I think it was supposed to be his seal of approval or something, but anyway, I now own condoms. But not lube.”
“I see.” Luis rubbed his chin.
“My main priority though is getting you feeling better. Hot shower. Back rub if that helps. I’m not saying we have to have sex of any kind, but I also figured you might be feeling better by morning...”
“Oh, I’m feeling better right now, simply knowing that you’re thinking about sex.” Chuckling, Luis started to heft his backpack, but Tucker grabbed it from him.
“Let me save your back.” He pointed at the door. “And if the cat is squared away, you can think more about sex in the car.”
“Aye, Captain.” Luis gave him a tired-but-still-wolfish smile. “Tell me you’re joining me in this magical shower you keep promising me.”
“If you want.” Tucker led the way back to the SUV, and Luis waited until they were both buckled up to speak again.
“You do know that just because Wade gave you condoms, we don’t need to do anything that requires them, right? I’m perfectly fine with what we’ve done so far, and I’ve been in long-term relationships where anal wasn’t on the table for a variety of reasons. I don’t want you feeling pressured by me or anything else.”
“I want to.” The very tips of Tucker’s ears were on fire as he headed toward Painter’s Ridge. “I’ve never... I’ve been curious before, but there’s never been anyone I felt comfortable with enough to go there with. Not sure when the opportunity will arise again, honestly, so yeah I’d like to try that with you, if it’s something you enjoy.”
“I enjoy.” Luis’s laugh had a tight edge to it, and Tucker couldn’t tell if he was turned on or if his back was bothering him again. Then their eyes met at a stoplight, and the heat there stole his breath for a second. Turned on it was. “Can you get a little more specific with what it is you want? I’m rather vers, so I’m happy to be your...experiment either direction.”
“I didn’t mean that you were convenient,” Tucker was hasty to explain. “More like I feel so close with you, and I really want to know what it’s like to get fucked by someone I care about, but also very specifically you.”
“I get it.” Laughing more readily now, Luis gave him a quick pat. “I appreciate that. A lot. And my back is feeling better by the second, thinking about fucking you through that mattress of yours.”
“Don’t make me tempted to speed. And only if your back is truly up for it. I’ve waited this many years. I can wait until you’re able.”
“Trust me that my cock is doing everything it can to make that happen.”
“Don’t exhaust it before I have a chance to.” Chuckling, Tucker began counting down the miles to home, to having Luis in his shower and in his bed at last. It was strange how very right it all felt, like they’d been destined to end up here all along.
Chapter Fifteen
“And here we are.” Tucker flipped on the light to the bathroom after Luis set his bag near Tucker’s bed. The rest of the drive back and the race upstairs made him feel like a teen again, desperate to be alone with Luis, willing to trade an awful lot for a room with a door that locked. And now they had that, and despite his tiredness, time stretched deliciously in front of him, a whole night with Luis. Unable to resist, he wrapped Luis up in a hug from behind.
“Okay, now that’s a shower.” Luis sagged against him, gesturing at the shower, which occupied most of the far wall. The bathroom itself was a bit much for a single guy—sage-colored walls, double vanity, walk-in closet, separate toilet stall, but the glass-and-tile shower was definitely the star. He’d agreed to double showerheads for resale value, then added a rain-type upper shower for his own indulgence.
“Told you. Choice was a big walk-in like this or a soaking tub, and I’m not really the tub type. But I did upgrade the fixtures in here.” Releasing Luis, he busied himself with fetching towels for them.