18. Salem
EIGHTEEN
SALEM
Back at Indy’s house, we enter to find the whole crew there, gathered in the living room. Kit, Bane, and Ridley are playing a video game while Lowen and Jerryn are huddled together looking at Lowen’s phone.
“Hey, guys,” Indy says, pulling me into the room by the hand. “What’s going on?”
“Just chilling,” Kit says, handing his controller to Jerryn. “What about you guys? Where’d you go?”
“That place over in Clearbrooke,” Indy answers. “With the burgers.”
“Was it good?” Ridley asks, tilting his controller and stomping his foot as he narrowly avoids crashing his video game car into a building.
“It was,” I say. “The fries were excellent too.”
“Can’t wait to try Wren’s burger,” Ridley says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’m sure it’s his burger you’re drooling over,” Kit teases.
Ridley only winks in response .
“We’ll be upstairs if anyone needs me,” Indy says, tugging me into his side. “But don’t need me, huh?”
The guys only wave at us, and I hear a distant “have fun” as we walk up the stairs. The memory of what we did here earlier twists through me, and my skin tingles in response.
In Indy’s room, I walk over to his bed and kick off my shoes, watching him as he removes his watch and his shoes too.
“How about a quick shower?”
I nod, standing again. “Together, I assume?”
Indy nods, licking his lips. “Yep.”
I have to fight back the gleeful yip dancing on my tongue. Have I fantasized a million times about a night of amazing sex finished by a steamy shower with lots of kissing? Maybe. And Indy is about to make that dream come true.
The whole interaction with him since we left work early has me a little shook. He’s a considerate lover without expecting reciprocity. Is that genuine or is it part of his technique to lure unsuspecting twinks in before he decimates them?
The part of me that’s been used and discarded a hundred times wants to keep my defenses up and not let myself fall for it or him, but the needy, lonely, desperate-for-a-connection part is lapping this up.
He tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it into a wicker hamper as he walks to the bathroom. Even his gait is sexy as fuck. Standing, I remove my shirt too. I appreciate the shower offer given my lack of underwear.
I hear the water running and my stomach flutters. I have to keep my cool, even though I want to bounce up and down screaming to anyone who’ll listen that Indy Hart wants to be naked with me.
As I unzip my jeans, Indy appears in the doorway of the bathroom in all his nude glory, looking a little uneasy .
“Something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No. I, uh…” Indy drags his hand through his hair, his muscles flexing as he does. “I’m just happy you’re here.”
“Are you sure? Because you look a little nauseous.”
He cackles, sauntering over to me and pulling me close. “I’m sure. Come on.”
I follow him into the bathroom, now filled with steam and smelling of sandalwood. After kicking off my jeans, I step into the shower stall with him. It’s a tight fit, which seems to be okay with both of us as we rub together.
My cock immediately hardens as Indy nuzzles my neck, drawing soft moans from me as his stubble scratches across my skin. He kisses his way down my chest and then back up again before he takes the bodywash and pours some into his hands.
“Your skin is like flower petals,” he says, rubbing the bodywash on my chest. “Flawless. Pretty.”
“Thank you.”
Indy’s hands glide over me, washing every part of me. It’s the sandalwood scent I caught earlier, and combined with the steam, it’s making for an indulgent experience.
“Turn around,” Indy commands, his voice deep and slightly hoarse.
I do as I’m told, bracing my hands on the tile wall. Indy washes my back and my crack, then pulls me under the spray again. Before I can turn around though, he’s on his knees, licking my crease and drawing needy moans from me.
The more he laps at my hole, the more repressed desire rises to the surface. I fight it back though. There’s no way I’m ruining this with Indy by giving in to all the habits that have driven every other man from my bed.
With far too much ease, Indy twists me around with one hand on my hip and goes to town on my dick, sucking and swallowing around my length like he’s aiming for a trophy. I pant and twist my fingers in his hair, pumping my hips to fuck his mouth. He lifts his eyes to me, and my heart skips a fucking beat. Indy is gorgeous, yes, but the look in his eyes, with my cock in his mouth, is something I’ll never forget. He looks like he’s loving every minute of this, and dammit, I might believe him.
He pops off just long enough to drag his tongue over my sac and bite my thigh before returning to sucking my soul out through my dick. I’m writhing now, searching for somewhere to put my hands, but the only place that makes sense is Indy’s shoulders as I barrel towards my second epic orgasm of the day.
“Indy,” I moan. “Oh fuck, Indy.”
He slides me even farther down his throat and the sensation pushes me over the edge. I whimper as waves of pleasure crash into me. My body tingles and shivers from the intensity of it, leaving my knees shaking and my breath ragged.
Indy guides me to sit on the small built-in bench while he washes himself down quickly and shuts the water off. I’m still catching my breath as he offers me a towel and effortlessly scoops me off my feet, carrying me to his bed.
I’m on the edge of an emotional break as he collapses beside me with only a towel around his waist.
“Let me catch my breath and then I can take care of you.”
Indy huffs a laugh. “I’m taken care of, babe. I needed another taste of you and I got it.”
“But… what about you?”
He pulls his towel open, revealing a half-hard cock that twitches but nothing else. “Downside of dating a guy who’s forty. I only have one hard orgasm a night in me.”
Confusion washes over me. “You blew me because…?”
“Because I wanted to, gorgeous. If I could walk around with your dick in my mouth, I would. ”
I let that statement settle over me for a minute. He wanted to? Without expecting anything in return? Is he even real?
“What’s wrong? Not used to a guy so into you he can’t get enough?”
Swallowing hard, I roll onto my side and bury my face in his armpit. He doesn’t push for an answer, instead he just rubs my back.
“It’s new for me too,” he says softly, making my stomach flip.
“You don’t have to say stuff like that, Indy. I’m a sure thing.”
He chuckles, reaching down to pinch my butt. “Yeah, okay, I’m talking shit to get into the pants you’re not even wearing right now.”
I search my brain for a witty response, but I’ve got nothing.
“It’s cool, sweet thing,” he says. “Keep your guard up if it makes you feel safe. Just keep letting me touch you and I’m good.”
What do I say to that? Could I tell him why I’m so weird about all of this? Would he care? Would he understand? But more importantly, would he use it to hurt me later? How do I find out without risking my heart?
Indy kisses the top of my head. “Stay?”
Oh no. Sleeping with a man is my downfall. I’ll start imagining all kinds of things that aren’t true. Gah. I want to so bad.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
“No, thank you.”
Indy shifts, forcing my face away from his body. “I’m not proposing. It’s late and you’re warm. Is this some kind of rule you have?”
“Kind of. ”
His face falls but he nods. “Okay. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Ever.” He kisses my nose. “Do you want to borrow a pair of my briefs?”
“That’s okay.” I force myself up, mentally kicking myself for being such an idiot.
I wish I could let myself indulge in the fantasy of an actual relationship with Indy, but my track record has shown me there’s just no fucking way, and I have too much on the line to get my heart destroyed by him when he’s had his fill.
“Tonight was really cool. Thanks.”
Indy nods, but his jaw is tense. “We left your car at the bar. Do you need a ride?”
I shake my head. “I’m good.” I let my eyes roam over his body, all thick and manly, and all I want to do is lick him from head to toe. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“Being weird.”
“You’re not weird. We both agreed this was casual, and I respect your boundaries. Don’t feel bad because I was being greedy.”
“You’re kind of unreal sometimes, you know?”
Indy smiles. “So are you.” He sits up, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. “I’ll walk you out.”
“I can manage. See you tomorrow?”
“You bet, sweet thing.”
After slipping out of the house without interacting with the guys again, I walk back to the bar to retrieve my car, my thoughts heavy with past pain and regret. An idea I’ve had more than once in the past three years pops up again, but this time the urge is strong enough to make me follow through.
Back in my apartment, I sit on my couch and unlock my phone, scrolling through my contacts. My hands shake and a wave of nausea seizes me, but I think if I want to navigate whatever is happening with Indy, I have to do this.
I press the button next to my ex-boyfriend’s name. While it rings, I replay the hurt and shame the end of our relationship caused.
“Salem,” he answers. “Oh my god.”
“Hi, Blaine. Can we talk?”