“Bro, I was scared shitless,” he said, eyes comically wide. “Do you think she?—”
“I don’t,” I said a little uneasily. “It’s weird as hell that she just showed up. She never just shows up, not this late anyway.”
“That is weird,” he muttered, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel. “Did she say anything?”
“Not really,” I said, thinking of her pointed but not probing question. “She insisted I was hiding something.”
“More like someone,” he said nervously. “God, anyone else going to show up?”
“The only people stupid enough to come busting through my door without warning at this hour are her and you,” I told him with a frown.
“Yeah, but what I offer definitely makes up for your irritation,” he said as he dried himself off.
“You’re awfully confident in that,” I noted, and he grinned.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he said, dropping his towel onto the sink and slinking toward me to wrap his arms around the back of my neck. Only to reach down with one hand and tug at the tucked corner of the towel around my waist, letting it drop tothe floor. Our naked bodies were pressed together with nothing between us, and he gave a soft purr of pleasure as he pressed his body against my dick. “I dare you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I told him in irritation, mostly because I had no way of telling him he was wrong without blatantly lying, and that would just get me called out. But I was still tense from Cait’s unexpected visit. “That was too close.”
“Well, at least now we know she won’t be coming back. We’re safe,” he said, and I could feel him stirring to life against my thigh.
“And the next time?” I asked.
“That’s for us to ponder over tomorrow, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t ask you.”
“Okay, but you definitely did just ask me.”
I stared at him and snorted. “Fine, I guess I did.”
“That you did,” he said with a chuckle. “Now, are you going to fret and worry about the future, or take advantage of the fact that we’re both clean and naked? There’s a bed I’m familiar being fucked into, and I’d really love to have it happen again.”
Being caught was more relevant than it had been before, but…he made an interesting point. The chances of anyone else showing up without warning were practically zero, and while I was going to worry about Cait sniffing around in the future, it wasn’t going to be a problem tonight. There was a moment when I pictured her sneaking back, peering in through the window and seeing a lot more than any of us wanted.
It was a terrifying image, but a stupid one too. Cait wasn’t the type to come back, and especially not sneak back. No, she was going to dig around as quietly as she could until she found something good enough for her to nail me to the wall with.
“Idiot,” I muttered against his lips, grabbing the back of his neck and dragging him with me as I stepped out of the bathroom, making him laugh as he snagged the towel off thesink while he let me lead him. It felt a bit like scruffing an unruly animal, but unlike animals, Colin loved when I manhandled him. It was almost funny that this incredibly competent, self-assured, and normally bold man was such a fan of being tossed around like a rag doll, but he would not hear any complaints from me about it.
I tossed him on the bed, and he landed with a laugh, scooting back to give me space. Half sitting up, legs bent at the knees and spread, he made a pretty picture for me to sweep over with obvious hunger in my eyes. He smirked, stroking his hard cock, because of course the asshole knew watching him pleasure himself always wound me tighter.
Opening the drawer beside my bed, I reached in and grabbed the bottle of lube. “Well, fuck.”
“What?” he asked, having rolled over to stretch the towel out under him so we didn’t ruin the sheets…again.
“We forgot to replenish the condoms,” I told him with a sigh. “We used the last of them last night.”
“Right, meant to do a store run and buy a lot of them,” he said with a grunt. “Ah well. That’s why God gave me a mouth, and I dedicated my life’s work to making sure my gag reflex would never get in the way.”
Tempting. “Or?—”
He cocked his head, blinking. “Are you…about to propose barebacking?”
“I’m surprised you’ve never brought it up,” I told him, considering the possibility.
“Right well, I’m not the one with trust issues, but I know you are, so I wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up,” he said lightly as if casually evaluating me psychologically was a perfectly normal and not at all awkward thing to do.
Not that he was wrong. I had known from a young age that I didn’t want kids, and for years I had lived in a constant,low-grade fear of accidental pregnancy. It didn’t matter if you were diligent about birth control and condoms; accidents could happen. That sort of accident, though, resulted in a tiny human who depended on you for everything. And no kid deserved to be raised by a grumpy asshole who barely had patience for himself, let alone other people. Condoms had been a must, and I had only dropped them with Mona after a doctor hadfinallyagreed to give me a vasectomy and even then, I’d been too worried to commit to going without a condom that it had taken me months to do it.