Chapter 10
Parker made sure to wiggle, all the way up to the bathroom.
He was as tickled as a pig in shit to be able to play with Heath. The man was a pure-D stud.
Heath was laughing as they crossed through his bedroom. Downstairs was neat and organized, but the bedroom was full of laundry baskets and the very large bed wasn’t made. Everything looked clean, but the man clearly didn’t use his dresser.
“It’s a bit of a minefield…sorry. I swear I’m a very clean slob.”
“Hush. I’m only neat because I live out of a bag.” He didn’t have anything to make messy. He slept in his truck a lot, and he didn’t like the smell of used fast-food containers.
“Hushing.” Heath tugged on his pants, and they slipped down over his hips again. “Mm. I’ll start the shower.”
He got himself naked, then he headed into the bathroom, where the light was low and warm.
Heath started the shower—which took up one whole end of the bathroom—then began to strip. He was built for Vermont weather, with a good amount of fuzzy hair on his chest to match the beard on his chin, he was broad shouldered, and his muscled thighs were solid like logs.
It was hard to believe the man was a lawyer and not a lumberjack.
“Mm-mm…you are so damn fine.”
“I’ve never thought of myself that way. Strong, smart, capable…not fine.” Heath held out a hand to pull him into the shower.
Parker shook his head. He didn’t believe that. “You are…a wet dream in my eyes.”
He snuggled right in, his cock tucking against Heath’s thigh.
“You’re definitely making me feel hot.” Heath turned his hips so they lined up, then bent and kissed him, one arm reaching past him to close the shower door.
The water poured down on them, and he leaned up into the spray, a soft hum escaping him.
Heath’s fingers slid over his shoulder and slowed, exploring one of his deeper scars. “Ouch,” Heath whispered the word against his lips.
“Mmhmm…it’s an old one.” He had hundreds of scars from dozens of surgeries, probably thousands of stitches.
“Scars are sexy.” Heath gave him a little push and the shower rained down on his head, soaking his hair.
“Then hopefully you’ll think I’m the hottest thing since sliced bread.” He went up on tiptoe and stretched, his back popping.
“I thought so before I saw them. Now you’re like supernova hot.
” Heath ran his hands up his sides, then started lathering up his hair.
Those fingers found the smaller scars on his scalp, the big one from where they’d wired his neck together, the one from where they took his spleen after a bad wreck.
Heath explored those curiously too, not asking questions but not asking permission either. Heath found a few more as he rinsed the soap out. Heath spent the next few minutes tracing the scars on his chest, his arms, his hips. “So many.”
“Yeah. It’s a young man’s game.” And he wasn’t that anymore. He was…at the end of this road.
“Are you calling me old?” Heath chuckled, scrubbing him down with a bright pink bath puff. “It was on sale.”
“Nope. I’m calling me…” He blinked, then he grinned. “Oh, I get it. Nope. Not at all.”
“Ha!” Heath laughed, the sound echoing in the glass-walled shower and circled his balls with the pink thing. “We’re not old. We’re well-seasoned. Broken in.”
Oh, that tingled everywhere. “B-broken in? I can accept that.”
Heath winked and traded places, soaking his own hair under the shower and reaching for the shampoo. Heath put on a little show lathering up, letting the soapy suds slip over his shoulders, over the fuzzy chest and across respectably tight abs.
Parker watched, but not for long. He wanted to touch. He’d never been with a man built so well, and it made him a little weak in the knees.
He reached out, starting at Heath’s collarbones and letting his fingers drag all the way down, making little patterns in the soap suds.
“You have a light touch for someone with hands like yours, calloused and rough.”
He grinned, because it was true. He rode with balance, and he was known to have a good touch with beasts and men both. “Thank you.”
“Oh, thank you.” Heath took one of his hands and kissed his fingers, then ducked under the spray again to rinse the soap off.
“Mmm…” He made sure every bit of soap was gone from those lovely curls. He was careful, but he did tug a bit.
“Ooh. Naughty.” Heath leaned into it, then kissed him again with curiosity, almost like it was a question.
Him? More wicked than naughty, he thought. Still, he opened up, dragging their tongues together.
There was no hurry to the kiss, no agenda, no means to an end. It was just a simple, if deep, kiss and Heath seemed to enjoy it. Enjoy him. When they broke away, Heath shut the water off and grinned at him.
“Nothing about that kiss says Teacup Yorkie.”
“No? Have you ever met a Teacup Yorkie in person?” His was a petty tyrant.
“I haven’t but I’m looking forward to it.” Heath stepped out of the shower and handed him a rainbow towel. “How does she like snow?”
“She’s good with it. She’s potty trained, and she’s a go-baby.” Parker sighed softly. And she wasn’t his anymore. He had to stop obsessing.
“Good. I was serious about going to get her, you know. I still am.” Heath dried off with the colorful towel, then wrapped it around his waist.
“Really?” Sky would do it, if he could with his kids and animals and general busy-ness.
“Yes, really. I’m sure it was chaotic when you left, but now you have a plan, sort of, and I’m sure you don’t want to leave her there.”
He shook his head. No, he hadn’t wanted to leave, but…it had to happen, he guessed. “No. I mean, Momma wouldn’t hurt her, but… I love her. She’s my little one.”
“We’ll get her.” Heath took his hand. “It’s gonna be chilly in the bedroom. Dive under the comforter, and I’ll turn on my little electric radiator. Ready?” He got a grin and then Heath opened the bathroom door.
Parker’s balls tried to draw up into his belly, and he scrambled to the bed and snuggled in, shivering into his bones. “Damn Sam!”
“I know, right? I should have cranked the heat up before we went to Beckett and Skyler’s.” Heath was wandering the bedroom in a towel, moving the plug-in radiator closer to his side of the bed, and not looking that cold at all. “This thing is great though; toasts the bedroom right up.”
“Come in, you. We’ll share body heat.” He lifted the comforter, sucking in a deep breath at the chill.
“Right on.” Heath climbed in next to him, skin chilly to the touch at first but they warmed up quickly. “Oh, much better.”
“Mmhmm.” He wrapped around Heath and held on. God, this felt like heaven.
“That’s the first time I’ve had sex—or anything sexy—in the kitchen.”
“Oh? That means we’ve christened it.” Parker approved, all the way.
“We did.” Heath combed fingers through his hair. There was something sweet and affectionate about it.
He caught himself pushing into the touch, humming deep in his chest.
He should probably stop that, but he just couldn’t.
“You’re tired. You’ve had dark rings under these eyes since the day I met you.” Heath slid a thumb under one eye.
“Have I? I guess I’ve been…dragging my ass.”
“No, not dragging. You’re totally present. You gave those kids all the attention they wanted today. You helped out. You’ve been totally in it with me. I’m just worried you’re running on fumes and sooner or later you’re going to just…stop.”
“No. That’s not in my makeup.” At least he didn’t think so. He hoped not.
Heath kissed his forehead. “Okay, good. So maybe you just need a good night’s sleep. Or three.”
“Maybe.” Last night had been the first one he’d had in…forever. He was hoping tonight’s was ever better.
“Maybe.” Heath chuckled. “What’s tomorrow’s plan? Back to Beckett’s place?”
He wanted to hang with Heath. That was selfish, but true. “I can be real flexible…”
“Oh.” Heath’s beard stretched with his leering grin. “In that case we better stay home so you can show me.”
“Mmhmm… We can play out of the snow.” He snuggled right in, hand sliding over Heath’s belly.
“Probably good for you to not be frozen for a day or so. Mm. Seriously. Your hands.”
“Uh-huh.” He groaned, licking a soft line along Heath’s collarbone. Damn, he loved that flavor.
Heath tangled their legs together and lifted his chin giving Parker more skin to taste.
Looked like he wasn’t the only one who liked it.
“Here I was being all gentlemanly and offering to let you get some sleep.” Heath tucked a hand across his nape.
“Mmhmm. I love a gentlemanly man.” God, he cracked himself up. He pressed back against the touch, letting the resistance ease his tension.
Heath snorted. “Hell, that guy took a powder.” Heath planted one foot on the bed and suddenly he was on his back with the man hovering over him.
“Oh, hello nurse.” That was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he was right back in the saddle with Heath.
“Aw, you need a nurse now? Where does it hurt? Maybe here?” Heath went after his nipple and sucked it in between hungry lips.
Jesus, where had this gorgeous motherfucker been hiding his whole life?
He nodded, not even sure what he was agreeing to.
Heath kissed over his ribs and down over his belly. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.”
“Mmm…promise? I do love a firm touch.”
“Firm, hm? Well, you tell me just how you like it. I’m good for it.” Heath caught his prick, humming. “Heavy.”
He pushed up, stealing a hard, hungry kiss. “You can have every inch.”
“I’m going to give you every inch too.” Heath kissed him back and it took his breath away.
If he was lucky, he’d be walking bowlegged in the morning.