push him against the tiled shower wall and box him in.
“Mm, if this is where working out leads, I’ll exercise with you whenever you want.” His hands roam my chest, and my insecurities over my body diminish a little more.
“If you only shower after you work out, we might have bigger problems. Like basic hygiene.”
Then his aqua eyes flicker up to my face. “If you insist we need to shower together all the time to make sure I’m clean, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” He cups the back of my neck to pull me closer and press our lips together.
For whatever reason, when his mouth is on mine, everything else fades away. We’re not Denver Smith and Mason Nash. We’re not two parts of a boy band. We’re not about publicity or fame or anything remotely Hollywood.
We’re just two people with a connection I’m desperate to understand.
I want to pull Denver close and not let him go until I figure everything out.
His hard cock digs into my side, and I roll my hips. The thought of his hand on me again makes me desperate for it. I want to touch him this time too, but I hesitate. I know what I like, but that doesn’t mean I’m an expert at getting other guys off.
Denver breaks the kiss and leans back, resting his head against the wall.
The water runs hot between us, beating down on mostly my back, and I have to say Denver wet is all kinds of hot. I could take a photo right now and put it in any editorial magazine.
“You’re nervous,” he says, not asks.
“I want to make you feel good like you did for me last night.”
“Then don’t overthink it. Follow my lead.” He skims his hand down my stomach, and his long fingers wrap around my cock. It only takes one slow stroke for me to lower my head on his shoulder and shudder.
“Oh, fuck. Are you sure you’ve never—”
“No man but you. No one even came close to giving me what you do.”
I lift my head and thrust into his hand. “What do I give you?”
“Butterflies.”
A swarm of them let loose inside me. “I’m familiar with that feeling.”
His wet lips skim my cheek. “Someone to belong to.”
I grip his shoulders as I thrust again. A little harder this time. “I get that. You’ve been on your own for most of your life.”
“But not with you. Never with you. You took me in as one of your family. You looked out for me. I knew if I ever needed anyone, you wouldn’t have hesitated. You were my first and only stop.”
“You’ve always been mine to protect like that.”
This time, Denver shudders against me.
“Let me touch you,” I say. “I want you to feel as amazing as I do.”
“Touch me,” Denver rasps. “Please. I need your hand, Mase.”
I reach between us, tentatively skimming my fingers down his hard cock that twitches in my hand.
“You don’t need to be gentle.” Denver’s sex voice turns me on even more.
I can do this. With direction and a little faked confidence, I can totally make my best friend come. It’s not weird, not weird at all. Okay, it’s a little weird, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.
Denver deserves to be cherished and taken care of for once. He needs to not feel so alone.
I might’ve been lonely back in Montana, but I wasn’t alone. My family is my biggest support system. Denver has no one.
I’m dying to be that person for him, and that’s why I’m willing to put my nerves aside while I focus on his needs.
It’s how I can block out potential repercussions of us doing this, and there are many. Namely, Harley, Ryder, and Blake. Tabloids. The whole world would have something to say about this.
They think my weight was a big change for me? Wait until they find out how much I’m enjoying having Denver’s hand on my cock, or how much I love his body against mine. How much I want to suck on Denver’s tongue.
If anyone found out, it could be all over for both of us.
For me, it’s not a big deal. I know what it’s like to lose a career, and even though I want back in the game, I know I can live without fame. I can live without Hollywood.
I can’t live without Denver.
Not again.
Denver’s hips thrust, pushing his cock through my fist, while his grip on mine tightens, and he holds his breath while he strokes