Thirteen
WHAT THE fuck had he done?
West rolled off the bed. “I’m going to hop in the shower,” he said, stalking into the bathroom. Yes, maybe he was hiding in there. He let Rush fuck him. He hardly ever bottomed. Usually he didn’t like to give up that much control. He was so gone with lust he didn’t even think about it. He wanted it. And it was fucking amazing.
He turned the water on and stepped in, then scrubbed the scent of sweat and sex from his skin. He needed a few minutes alone to clear his head. He’d never been a part of something so messy before. Until now all his romantic entanglements were civilized, refined. They met through friends or through business contacts. He even tried Internet dating once or twice, but all were at upscale restaurants or bars, where they split the check, took a cab back to his place, then had neat and tidy beige sex.
Sex with Rush was anything but beige.
The volatility and sexual tension had all come to a head, and West had never felt anything quite that potent in his life. Even thinking about it now—the way Rush’s eyes narrowed on him until he felt like the only person on earth—he could feel the stirrings of want starting up again in his belly.
He had two options. The first was he could pretend nothing happened and move on with their relationship the way it had been going: completely platonic—a business arrangement.
Or he could man up and admit he liked the chemistry between them. He had no idea how long he was going to be in town, and hell, he had no idea what Rush was thinking, but he’d never had sex that good, and he’d be a fucking idiot if he were to give it up voluntarily.
He finished washing and then stepped out of the shower, wrapped a large towel around himself, and padded back to the bedroom. He didn’t need to make a big deal about it. They didn’t even really need to have a conversation about it. Rush seemed more than happy to take the lead in bed, so for the first time in a long time, West would defer to someone else. He would follow Rush’s lead and hope that led to more sex.
The bedroom was empty when West walked back in, so he grabbed some clothes and dressed quickly. Rush was already dressed and was waiting in the kitchen with Casper.
“Have you had breakfast?” he asked, taking a large bite of a bagel slathered with cream cheese. He was leaning against the counter, his stance relaxed as he chewed. West couldn’t help but think Rush belonged there. He shook the thought from his mind.
“Yeah, a while before you came.”
“Good. You all ready to get started with our day, then?”
“Sure, just let me grab a coffee first,” West replied. If he didn’t still feel the twinge from where Rush had been a few minutes earlier, he could have sworn it never happened. “You know, Rosie was only here because she couldn’t drive home last night.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Rush said, dismissively.
West walked over and began the process. His espresso machine had arrived the day before, and he was so thankful. Drip coffee was the worst. He worked as quickly as he could. He wasn’t used to having to do this himself, and even after watching an instructional video, West still wasn’t certain about all the features and functions of the elaborate machine.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Rush asked, crowding into West’s space a moment later.
“Making coffee.”
“That is not coffee,” he said sardonically. “That is an abomination.”
West shot him an unimpressed look. “I don’t like regular coffee. I like this.”
“Whatever you say, Princess. Get a move on.”
TWO HOURS later, they had walked the perimeter of the property, checking the fences to make sure there were no holes where deer could get through. When they finished that, they walked the rows of vines, ensuring there were no objects large enough to create a problem for the mower, before they ended up back in the barn with the
WHAT THE fuck had he done?
West rolled off the bed. “I’m going to hop in the shower,” he said, stalking into the bathroom. Yes, maybe he was hiding in there. He let Rush fuck him. He hardly ever bottomed. Usually he didn’t like to give up that much control. He was so gone with lust he didn’t even think about it. He wanted it. And it was fucking amazing.
He turned the water on and stepped in, then scrubbed the scent of sweat and sex from his skin. He needed a few minutes alone to clear his head. He’d never been a part of something so messy before. Until now all his romantic entanglements were civilized, refined. They met through friends or through business contacts. He even tried Internet dating once or twice, but all were at upscale restaurants or bars, where they split the check, took a cab back to his place, then had neat and tidy beige sex.
Sex with Rush was anything but beige.
The volatility and sexual tension had all come to a head, and West had never felt anything quite that potent in his life. Even thinking about it now—the way Rush’s eyes narrowed on him until he felt like the only person on earth—he could feel the stirrings of want starting up again in his belly.
He had two options. The first was he could pretend nothing happened and move on with their relationship the way it had been going: completely platonic—a business arrangement.
Or he could man up and admit he liked the chemistry between them. He had no idea how long he was going to be in town, and hell, he had no idea what Rush was thinking, but he’d never had sex that good, and he’d be a fucking idiot if he were to give it up voluntarily.
He finished washing and then stepped out of the shower, wrapped a large towel around himself, and padded back to the bedroom. He didn’t need to make a big deal about it. They didn’t even really need to have a conversation about it. Rush seemed more than happy to take the lead in bed, so for the first time in a long time, West would defer to someone else. He would follow Rush’s lead and hope that led to more sex.
The bedroom was empty when West walked back in, so he grabbed some clothes and dressed quickly. Rush was already dressed and was waiting in the kitchen with Casper.
“Have you had breakfast?” he asked, taking a large bite of a bagel slathered with cream cheese. He was leaning against the counter, his stance relaxed as he chewed. West couldn’t help but think Rush belonged there. He shook the thought from his mind.
“Yeah, a while before you came.”
“Good. You all ready to get started with our day, then?”
“Sure, just let me grab a coffee first,” West replied. If he didn’t still feel the twinge from where Rush had been a few minutes earlier, he could have sworn it never happened. “You know, Rosie was only here because she couldn’t drive home last night.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Rush said, dismissively.
West walked over and began the process. His espresso machine had arrived the day before, and he was so thankful. Drip coffee was the worst. He worked as quickly as he could. He wasn’t used to having to do this himself, and even after watching an instructional video, West still wasn’t certain about all the features and functions of the elaborate machine.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Rush asked, crowding into West’s space a moment later.
“Making coffee.”
“That is not coffee,” he said sardonically. “That is an abomination.”
West shot him an unimpressed look. “I don’t like regular coffee. I like this.”
“Whatever you say, Princess. Get a move on.”
TWO HOURS later, they had walked the perimeter of the property, checking the fences to make sure there were no holes where deer could get through. When they finished that, they walked the rows of vines, ensuring there were no objects large enough to create a problem for the mower, before they ended up back in the barn with the
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