“Yes, definitely, but nah. Not that either. Any more guesses?”
“No,” she whispers, kissing me. “Tell me what’s impressive.”
“So far, everything about you.”
Lexi pulls back, blinks at me, head tilting a little. I give her a quick kiss, reaching out to feel the stream, find it perfect since I’ve turned those faucet knobs hundreds of times and know exactly where to rest them.
Taking her hand, I lead Lexi in, shut the glass door behind us. Pretty soon we’re soaked, her hair darker and longer, plastered to her skin. With dripping eyelashes, she smiles at me. “Your muscles are so…” Trailing off she traces them with her fingers in quiet fascination, fingertips lightly sliding over my pecs, down my ribcage, each bump of my hard-earned six pack and finally along the ‘V’ until she holds my growing cock.
I back her slowly against the wall where she slides slippery arms around my head, kisses my neck as I pull up her leg and start to position myself, not thinking.
Suddenly, I stop, frowning at how close I was.
“What’s wrong, Gage?”
“No condom in here.”
“Oh! Wow… thank you… I forgot.”
“Yeah, I almost did, too.”
With a sensual nibble of my earlobe, she whispers, “It’s okay. I’m really sore.”
I turn my head, and claim her mouth as steam engulfs us. The last time I showered with a woman we’d gotten into a fight and that was over two years ago.
It sure wasn’t this.
Lexi and I take turns with my bar of soap, washing ourselves, washing each other. We don’t talk anymore, but it’s comfortable.
Easy.
I like it.
A little too much.
I ’m zipping up my jeans while watching the soft rise and fall of her breath. Lexi’s asleep on her stomach in my bed, curly red hair splayed on the fitted sheet, pillows on the floor.
Walking to my closet I snatch a work shirt, hanger swinging as I slip my arms into it. Snapping buttons, I go back to watching the beauty in my bed dreaming about God knows what.
She’s in love with that guy.
I’m a one night rebound.
I won’t be two.
Shoving my right foot into a scratched, black work boot, I bend over, free a loose shoestring from under my sock and shove my heel down, wiggling the foot in until it’s comfortable. Do the same with the left, and tie them before rising up and adjusting myself. The memory of how good she felt has me growing.
Crossing to the window-side of my king size, I squat next to her. “Hey Cherry, hate to wake you, but…”
Like a comfy cat Lexi stretches, and suddenly realizes she’s not home. Or at Brad’s. She sits up with a start, sheet tugged for modesty, green eyes blinking with images of our hot sex zipping past. A man can tell.
“What time is it?”
“Almost nine.” I lift a lock of wild red hair, running my fingers down to enjoy the softness before tucking it behind her ear. She frowns as I tell her the bad news. “I’ve gotta go to work.”
“Oh!” Her naked shoulders relax but the frown remains. “Of course. Right.” She glances around my bedroom, sees the blanket in one corner, pillows on either side of my bed, and her panties on the closet’s knob. I went downstairs for some water in the middle of the night, brought them up and hung them in plain sight. Thought it would win a smile.
It worked.
She covers her laugh, “What are those doing there?!”
“Great question.” I rise up, work-shirt falling into position.
“You’re too funny.” Blinking away sleep, Lexi tugs the sheet higher.
Snatching a pillow from the floor I chuckle, “You don’t have to cover up. I’ve seen it. In fact, I’ve sucked it. All of it.”
She plucks at her hair, laughing, “I know that! Don’t you think I know that? It just feels a little weird being naked when you’re fully dressed.”
Bending to nuzzle her neck while peeling the sheet back, I smirk, “Let’s just remove this,” and kiss my way across her collarbone, giving it a light lick at the end. Lexi pulls me down on top of her.
“Come back to bed!”
“Don’t tempt me.” I give her a kiss she won’t soon forget before offering my hand. “Rise and shine, Cherry.”
With the cutest smile she looks up. “Alright, I’ll get up,” and dramatically tosses the sheet off her middle like ta-da, I’m naked!!! With the grace of a ballerina Lexi rises on pointed toes and stands on them for half-a-second. “Can’t do it without the shoes.”
“You’re a dancer?”
She murmurs against my lips, “Long time ago,” taking my hand to put it where it wants to be. “Still hear the clock?”
“I wish I didn’t.”
Lexi licks her lips, bites the bottom one, and lets it go with a snap hypnotic for any red-blooded, heterosexual male. But after last night? I’m hard as granite.
However, I’m not budging.
“Fine,” rolls her eyes as she glides to retrieve her panties, spin them around her finger, and toss them at me. “Wash these and bring them back to me.”
I bust up laughing, normal cool breaking down.
On a grin, Lexi walks out and down the stairs, piece by piece putting her outfit back together as I admire the view. “Is it like watching a movie on rewind?”
“Something like that.”
“One you wish you had time to watch again?”
“And again, and again, again.”
She throws me a smirk over her shoulder. “Just like last night then.”
My grin flashes. “Pretty much”
She laughs, slides into her boots, bending deep to zip their inner zippers, giving me one hell of a show on purpose before rising with a triumphant hop. “I guess that’s about it then.” Green eyes narrow. “You didn’t tell me what you do for a living.”
“I’m a mechanic.”
She looks at my shirt, realizes it’s not a fashion choice, but is instead connected to payroll.
When I took over my dad’s garage, I upgraded the traditional uniform shirts to a softer fabric, one that lets your skin breathe even on a hot Georgia day thanks to modern technology. I chose a bigger lapel since I’m
