Chapter 14 Theo
THEO
IDIDN’T KNOW how he’d done it, but somehow Shep managed to pull me out of the shit-tastic mood I’d been in since discovering the truth behind all the veiled attempts on my character and life.
I mean, really, I hardly needed help ruining my own reputation, or risking my life. But the fact that some asshole had targeted me because of King’s transgressions had really stuck in my craw. Especially since our leader had been so quick to believe all the things that had been said.
That was an argument for another day, though.
Another day and another man, really. It wasn’t fair to direct my anger at Shep.
He wasn’t the one who deserved it. And while I’d gotten some of my initial rage out at King back at the storage unit, we weren’t done there.
I still had so many questions. And he needed to start giving me some fucking answers I could live with, because how in the hell was I ever supposed to trust him again?
I wasn’t going to think about that now, though. Not when I had Shep following me into his bathroom and my blood was still pumping from our impromptu food fight.
I smiled at the image of Shep’s stunned face when that first throw had hit him square in the back. I’d for sure thought he was going to go ballistic, but once again Shepard Winchester shocked the hell out of me.
That gorgeous bastard had picked up a handful of noodles and thrown it right back. He’d known exactly what I needed and given it to me. Something I was hoping he’d do again, right now.
I balled up my shirt and tossed it in the corner of the bathroom, and as I reached for the button of my pants, Shep strode in shirtless and my hands froze in place.
Damn, but my man was fine. That chiseled jawline, the stubble lining it. The small earring in his left ear that caught under the light at times, reminding me that there was a hidden rebellious side under all those immaculate suits he dressed in.
Then there was that body.
As he moved in behind me and my view of all those ridged muscles vanished, I turned, not to be denied.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants and drew him forward, angling my head so I could scrape my teeth along that strong jaw I’d just been admiring.
“You’re so damn sexy,” I said as I nipped my way up to his ear. “Even covered in lo mein sauce.”
Shep chuckled and moved forward a step until my ass was pressed up against the bathroom counter. “And whose fault is that?”
“Mine. One hundred percent.” I flicked open the button of his pants and grinned. “But I’m not about to apologize. Not when you’re standing in front of me half naked.”
Shep turned his head and brushed his lips over the top of mine. “How about you get me fully naked?”
“You read my mind.”
He grinned and flicked his tongue out to tease open my lips, as I slipped my hand inside his open pants. My man was already hard, like the fight had done more than just defuse my frustration—it’d turned us both on.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, loving the way he felt in my hand. God, I also fucking loved the way he kissed. That talented tongue swept inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and I moaned around him.
“Shower?” I murmured against his lips as I dragged my fingers up the underside of his dick.
“Unless you plan to lick me clean.”
Now that sounded like a good time.
Immediately I pulled back from his mouth and licked a path along his neck, tasting the remnants of sauce there. “You taste delicious.”
Shep let out a laugh and backed away, shaking his head. He turned the shower on and then, with his eyes on me, shoved off his pants. That gorgeous dick sprang free, and like a fucking magnet, it drew me closer.
I started toward him, and Shep’s gaze traveled down to where I still had my unbuttoned pants hanging off my hips.
“Take them off,” he said, quietly but demanding.
His command had the energy changing from a fun, sexy tease to something so electric I could feel the charge in the air between us.
As the hot water began to steam up the room, I got rid of my pants, kicking them off to join my shirt. If Shep was bothered by the bruises and cuts still marring my body, he didn’t show it. No, his eyes openly sparked with arousal as he held his hand out to me and drew me into the shower with him.
I flinched as the hot water hit the tender skin at my wrists and forearm, but it only stung for a second.
And truth be told, it had nothing on the overriding need to get closer to Shep.
The way the water sluiced down his body, trailing the ridges of muscle, had me licking my lips, because he was mouthwatering.
Mouthwatering and all mine.
“I want you.” The words slipped off my tongue without a conscious thought, but it was only half the truth. I didn’t just want Shep, I found myself needing him, and I never needed anyone.
He captured my lips in a hungry kiss, strong hands moving to my ass, holding me pressed up against his body as he kneaded the muscles. I sucked on his tongue, relishing the friction from our cocks rubbing, but needing so much more. Needing all of him.
“And I want you,” Shep said against my lips, “to take me.”
Lust shot straight through my dick and kicked against his, eliciting a sexy chuckle from Shep.
“I take it you want that?” He squeezed my ass, and then I felt his fingers trail down the shadowy cleft and shivered.
Shep knew. He always just knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t realize it myself. But he was offering me this, a way to relieve myself of the events of tonight, and it only made me love him even more.
Wait. No. Not love. Just a seriously intense liking situation.
“Take it all out on me,” he said, trailing his lips down my jaw to nibble along the lobe of my ear. “Whatever you’re feeling… I can handle it. I want it.” He bit down harder on my lobe, and fuck, it was hard not to come right then and there.
“Bordel, tu es tellement sexy.”
“That better mean ‘bend the fuck over, Shep.’”
I grinned, feeling that mischievous pull again and said, “Putain, penche-toi en avant, Shep.”
His blue eyes darkened and his mouth tipped up. Then he turned away from me, placed his hands on the wall, and bent at the waist, presenting that plump, gorgeous ass for the taking.
The water slid down his body in ways that should be illegal, dipping into every hidden crevice it could find, and for a moment I just stood there imagining it was my tongue. He really was something to look at—something fucking magnificent.
“Hope you’re not looking for slow and tender.”
Shep chuckled and shoved back into my hands. “Pretty sure your crash-tackling me to my living room floor dispelled any doubt of that happening.”
Unable to resist him any longer, I reached for the bottle of lube Shep had on the small alcove and squeezed some into my hand, then turned back and moved in behind him. I gripped one of his perfect cheeks and spread him wide, and then slowly stroked my fingers up and down the warm strip of his ass.
Shep shuddered at the feel of two of my fingers teasing and probing his hole, then he shoved his hips backward, clearly as impatient as I was for this reconnection.
It’d been a few days since we’d been with each other fully.
He’d been too concerned over my injuries and, if I were being honest, I’d been too sore.
But as my fingers now disappeared inside his spectacular body, any injuries I’d sustained recently were a distant memory.
One I now wanted to replace with something much more pleasurable.
A low groan rumbled out of Shep as I scissored my fingers inside of him. When he glanced back over his shoulder, his wet hair glistening and his eyes dark with lust, I knew he was done with the foreplay.
Thank God for that.
I removed my fingers and stroked my palm down his spine to rest it just above his tailbone. “Spread your legs a little more,” I said in a gruff voice. Shep parted those strong thighs, his waiting hole beckoning me closer.
I gripped my cock, lined it up with his eager entrance, and slid home.
Home…
Oui, that was exactly what Shep represented to me now. A sexy safe haven for me to always come to—and inside of—whenever I needed him.
The thought made my pulse quicken as my toes curled into the marble floor of his shower with pleasure. The sheer intensity of the feelings I was experiencing morphed into an intoxicating sensation, and I dug my fingers into his hips for stronger purchase.
Shep grunted with every hard thrust I gave him, “handling” me just as he said he would, and something about that made him even hotter.
To the outside world, Shep was always in control, always so put together.
But behind closed doors, when he was tucked away with me, the real Shep came out to play—whether that be with a food fight, saving me from a hitman, or standing up to King for me.
I was starting to discover I liked just about every part of him—including his phenomenal ass.
“Fuck, Theo.”
The sound of my name had me looking down at where my dick was lodged in deep, and I realized just how hard I’d been going at him. But that was bound to happen when I started reminiscing over all the reasons I’d fallen head over heels for the guy.
“Your own fault,” I grunted, as I pulled out and tunneled back in again. “Your ass is perfect.”
Shep growled a feral sound at the penetration, then dropped his head and reached for his cock. He was getting close, I could feel it in the way his body was contracting around mine and the frantic way he was working his dick.
The water was falling down over us in a warm spray, keeping us slippery and wet, and when I entered his body this time, I slid one of my hands up to his shoulders and pulled him upright.
Shep straightened off the wall with a grunt, his back meeting my front as my cock bottomed out deep inside him. The water hit his chest as I reached down and covered his hand with my own, and as I pulled out of his body then drilled back inside of him, I sank my teeth deep into his shoulder.
Shep shouted at the sting of pain with his pleasure, punching forward into our joined fists, and I followed, not about to give up my warm hole for anything.
He repeated the move several times over, fucking forward through our fists then back onto my greedy cock.
Then I licked my way up his neck until my mouth was by his ear.
“Come for me, Shep. I want to catch you when you fall apart, just like you caught me.”
He groaned and turned his head to capture my lips in a brutal kiss, then he pulled back and fucked his way into a toe-curling orgasm that echoed off the walls and down my spine.
His pleasure was so intense it made my balls tingle and tighten, as his cum exploded on the shower wall and I detonated inside of him with the same kind of force.
My chest heaved against his back as I stood there, arms wrapped around him, as intimately connected as we could be, everything we’d been holding back these last few days finally coming to a head in a mutual understanding that with one wrong move, we could’ve lost one another.
We might’ve been robbed of this very moment and all the ones to come, and all because of circumstances outside of our control.
I’d never felt such a soul-deep connection with someone. Not like this.
Somewhere during this crazy whirlwind, Shep had gone from my what if? to my I’d die for you, and when I finally pulled out of him, and he turned to wrap me in his arms, I knew he felt the exact same way.