Chapter 38
RAKE
Something about being outside and getting my sweat on fires up my libido like nothing else. When Petal and I finish our hike, all hot and sweaty, I get us back to the city as fast as I can.
All I can think about is taking off her clothes and exploring every nook and cranny of her body, as if I’ve never seen it before.
Funny thing is, every time I see her, it’s like the first time. That’s never happened before, not for me. It’s crazy. Almost inexplicable. Can’t wrap my head around it if I think too hard, so I try not to.
I peel into the parking garage and when we’re out of the car, I press the elevator button a dozen times, as if that will speed things along. Petal waits patiently, with no idea how I’m about to jump out of my skin.
Once in the apartment, she heads toward the guest room.
“Hey. Where you going?” I ask.
“I’m gross and need a shower.”
I grab her hand before she can get away. “I know you’re gross. I am too. Come join me in my shower.”
Her eyes widen and a smile spreads across her face. “Is that an invitation?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s a demand.”
Crossing her arms, she throws me her stink eye. “You know how I don’t like being told what to do.”
So stubborn. And so hot.
“Fine.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
“Put me down, you brute,” she squeals. “You are going to be so sorry, mister.”
She tries to beat her fists against my back, but she’s laughing too hard.
Before I set her down, I turn the shower water on to heat up, and then sit her on the bathroom counter. I remove her hiking boots and socks, and then lift her T-shirt and sports bra off over her head.
I grab her, pulling her to the edge of the vanity, and she wraps her legs around me. “You know, I was staring at your ass in those leggings all day.”
She throws her arms up over my shoulders and presses her lips to my temple. “I know you were. Why do you think I walked in front of you so much? I like you looking at my rear end. I like you looking at my everything.”
Goddamn, this woman.
And now I’m fucking hard in my hiking shorts. I pull her closer and grind through her leggings.
“I… I like this, Petal. I like us. I want to try and make this work. I think we can turn into something good. Maybe great.”
She pulls back, looking at me, probably thinking of her next smart-ass remark.
It will always be like this with her, I know. I’ll say something, bare my heart or feelings or some such, and she’ll come back at me with something sarcastic. And that’s okay. Actually, it’s more than okay. I like how she doesn’t tiptoe around. How she’s not afraid of laughing at herself… or me.
I could learn a thing or two from that.
“First let’s see how you come clean after your shower.” She pokes her nose into my underarm and I jump back.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you’re trying to make yourself sick.”
She grimaces. “Point taken. I won’t be doing that again.”
“Baby, I could have told you I stink to high heaven after exercise. You didn’t have to sniff my pits to find that out.”
But she did, just like that badass that she is.
I pull her to her feet and peel her leggings down, and while I’m throwing my own clothes off, I watch her saunter across the bathroom, her cute butt jiggling just the perfect amount as she walks.
She opens the glass shower door and looks back at me, over her shoulder. “You coming or what?”
“Yup. I just wanted to watch you walk.”
She snorts. “Are you always going to be this cheesy?”
I shrug, walking up behind her. “Yeah. Probably.” I press my cock against her back and walk her into the hot steam.
I turn on the second showerhead, something I never use because I don’t usually have a woman in my shower, and lean Petal back until the stream has soaked her hair. Then, I take a palm full of shampoo, and begin to massage it into her scalp.
“Oh my God. I’ve died and gone to heaven. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” She reaches for the wall for balance.
“You might find this hard to believe, but no, I have never washed a woman’s hair.”
With a free hand, she reaches back, feeling around until she finds my cock, and goddamn, her warm, wet hand feels nice.
“Interesting. I got the feeling you’re kind of a man-whore. You know, love ‘em and leave ‘em.”
Ah. She’s fishing.
It’s to be expected, I suppose.
“I’ve been with my share of women.”
This line of questioning could go south, fast. On the other hand, Petal is so levelheaded she may not be fazed.
I start to rinse the suds from her hair, taking care to keep them off her face and out of her eyes. The double shower heads are amazing with their sharp, steamy spray.
She rubs some conditioner into the ends of her hair. “Hey, you know, if hockey doesn’t work out for you, you could always be the shampoo boy at a hairdresser.”
“Are you saying I’m good at this?”
“I might be. Anyway, what’s with the revolving door of women?” she asks, trading spots with me.
She has to reach to shampoo my hair, so I bend down a little, and when she digs her nails into my scalp, I moan.
“Damn, that’s nice, baby.”
“The women?” she says, not letting me off the hook.
She’ll never let me off the hook.
“Well, I’m not sure if it’s related to my relationship with my dad, and what I’ll call his conditional approval, but there’s something that’s held me back when it comes to women.”
Shit. I’ve never spoken about this. I guess I figured if I never said it out loud, I wouldn’t have to deal with it.
Still not sure I’m ready to, but now the cat’s out of the bag. And Petal will have questions. She always has questions.
“What’s holding you back? What do you think it is?” She’s now running the bar of soap up and down my abdomen, barely missing my hard cock. Jesus, she’s killing me.
I look down at her and she takes my breath away. With her hair soaked and her eyelashes wet, she looks like some kind of goddamn mermaid.
“Fear, I guess.” I take the soap and scrub her back, watching the suds wash down her ass cheeks. “Like I’m not really worthy of, you know…”
Fuck me. I can’t say it.
She turns around to face me. “You’re worthy, Rake. You are.”
I cup her head and pull her to me for a long, deep kiss. She reaches for my cock and a couple strokes in, no big surprise, I’m ready to explode. I’ve been hard for what feels like hours and I need some relief.
Like the inside-her-pussy kind of relief.
“Turn around,” I say.
I lean her forward against the shower wall and reach around her to run my fingers between her pussy lips. As I hoped, they’re nice and slick. I rub my cock against her ass while I play with her clit. She bends further forward and reaches back between her legs for me.
Positioned at her opening, where she’s perfectly lubed up, all I can think about is driving deep inside her. But I know to take my time, that it will be better for us both, so I squeeze my eyes closed and tell myself to calm the fuck down.
She holds me in position and slowly backs into me. I hold her waist while I slip inside, and start to pump.
“God,” she moans, arching her back to take more.
Once I’m fully seated, I pump with long, leisurely strokes. Her head bobs, the shower water bouncing off her back, and she starts to slap one of her hands against the tile wall.
“Please,” she begs in a breathy voice. “Please, Rake, fuck me hard.”
Her pussy is soft and velvety and gripping the shit out of me, but I can’t come yet. I won’t. I want to hear her cries.
I don’t have to wait long.
“Oh my God, yeah, like that… keep going.”
I increase my speed, shower water streaming down my face.
“Fuck!” she screams, her pussy gripping me as her whole body stiffens and shakes. She’s throwing her head back and forth, pounding on the shower wall, and she keeps pushing back on me like she wants more, more of my cock, more of my fucking.
Seeing Petal come undone, vulnerable and yet crazy sexy, has got to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
She’s not like other women I’ve been with, who lie there like they’re half alive, who I used to enjoy fucking just because they chased me down and made me feel like a big swinging dick.
I’m with a real woman now, who likes a real fucking, and with one more drive deep into her pussy, my balls tighten and my erection starts to gush.
I don’t know why, but I think back to the first time I rubbed one out knowing Petal was on the other side of my bedroom wall, and how happy I am to be doing the real thing now.