Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Fucking fuck, it’s freezing out here.” Blake quickly towels off and then throws on a thick robe. Before it closes, I get a peek of the head of his cock trying to break free of that ridiculous—and hot—thong. It may be freezing, but his dick didn’t get the memo.
It’s as hard as mine, and the outline of it through the material, for the split second I saw it, makes my damn mouth water.
“I’m going to have a hot shower. Maybe you should stay in there until I come back so the shower’s free when you’re going to need to thaw out.”
“Sounds good.” Only, I don’t last much longer without him in here with me. The water no longer feels hot, and anytime a part of me leaves the water, it protests about the cold. I need to make this transition as fast as possible.
So I climb out of the hot tub as quickly as I can without breaking my neck, grab the towel I brought with me, and make a run for the house, where it will be a hell of a lot warmer than out here.
My dick has the complete opposite reaction to Blake’s. As soon as the cold air hits it, it’s as if it tries to retreat back into my body.
I run past everyone else, who have gone back into the main living area of the house now the show is over, and head upstairs. Hopefully, Blake takes short showers, and I can jump in now.
The bathroom we’re sharing is actually attached to his room, and when I reach his bedroom door, I can’t hear the water running, so that’s promising.
His bedroom door is ajar, so I let myself in and then head for the bathroom.
I knock. “You decent?”
There’s an affirmative grunt—or, what I think is one—but when I open the door, it’s very clear that I misinterpreted.
Very clear.
Blake’s standing by the sink, one hand on the counter, the other wrapped around his cock. The thong sits around his thighs, like he didn’t even have time to take it off.
His wet blond hair falls over his forehead; his lips are thin and pressed together.
I should turn and walk away, but then my gaze drops to his ass. The muscles contract with every thrust into his fist.
Blake Monroe jerking off is the hottest thing I have ever, ever, ever seen. And oh, look at that, my cock is no longer freezing and has come back out to play.
I almost come to my senses, but then he finally notices me.
Those blue eyes meet mine. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“S-sorry.” I say that, yet I can’t tear my gaze away from him.
He has slowed now but still strokes his cock, moving that tight skin over the swollen and reddish head.
“I, uh, didn’t hear the water running. I thought you were done, and—”
“I had to take care of this problem first.” His voice is raspy, and he looks down at his cock in his hand. “Turns out jerking off is a good way to get warm too.”
“I’ll, uh, leave you to it and use one of the other millions of showers in this place.” I turn, but I don’t get far.
“Or …” he says, and I pause. “You could use this shower.”
“While you’re doing that?”
“It seemed you were enjoying watching. And if you don’t touch me, it doesn’t count as sex, right?”
Holy motherfucking Hemsworth brothers, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
There’s something menacing and playful in Blake’s eyes as he turns and leans against the vanity, showing off his muscled torso and abs and, of course, that mouthwatering cock with his hand wrapped around it.
I want to get on my knees for him. I want to swallow him whole and suck him dry. I want—
“Jordan?”
I snap out of my trance and drop my towel because no way in hell am I going to pass up the opportunity to see Blake jerk himself off until he comes.
The fancy bathroom has a glass shower, so I step in and turn the water to warm—not hot. I don’t want this thing fogging up and obstructing my view. Besides, my skin is so cold, the warm water feels as if it were boiling anyway.
I itch to touch myself. My cock is hard, pointing straight up, only getting harder and more painful as I watch Blake stroke himself.
He’s still leaning against the counter, putting himself on full display. One of his hands grips the vanity tight, while he picks up the pace on his dick again. His head is down, watching what he’s doing, and he doesn’t appear to be self-conscious about me being in here, knowing I’m not going to look away.
I do have to fold my arms, though, so I’m not tempted by my own need to get off.
As if reading my mind, he lifts his head. “You can too. If you wanted …” His gaze drops to my aching cock.