Officially Over It - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,33

something.

I squeaked and jolted forward when the cool water hit me and offered Nathan a glare.

“I don’t like cold showers,” I grumbled, reaching for the knob and turning it up even more.

He didn’t stop me, so I continued turning it up until it was a more comfortable temperature.

When I was finally done, I turned around to see Nathan staring at me.

“You done?” he asked through gritted teeth.

I nodded. “It’s actually a bit colder than I’d like it, but I was being nice and remembering that you don’t like hot showers.”

How did I know that?

When we used to vacation together, we always used to shower off the sand at the outdoor shower station at the bottom of our beach house pier.

Nathan hated waiting for me, so he’d always try to get there first.

Except, most of the time I used to join him in the shower at the same time—we had our clothes on, pervs!—and crank it up until it was too hot to handle.

He’d hated it and allowed me to go first most of the time.

I secretly used to flush the toilets just to get the hot water to make him scream.

“Yes,” I said as I stared at him. His skin was beginning to redden thanks to the degree of the water. Mine was still milky white. “I’m good.”

He rolled his eyes and started to soap up in the shower, his eyes on me while he did.

I stole his shampoo and conditioner, then we switched.

“This is a rather large shower for a duplex,” I found myself saying.

We didn’t even touch inside of it. And if we added a second showerhead, this would actually be rather comfortable to take one at the same time.

“The whole duplex is pretty fuckin’ sweet,” he admitted. “My townhouse in Longview was less posh than this.”

“Did you just say posh?” I asked, unable to contain the smirk that lit up my face.

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

He started to work the shampoo into his hair, and I allowed my eyes to run down the length of his body.

His cock was still half hard.

I stared at it long enough that I decided to touch it.

I poked the very tip.

“Did you feel that?” I questioned.

He didn’t react.

He cracked open one of his eyes as he stared at me.

“You just poked my dick. The tip at that. One of the most sensitive parts on my entire body. Of course I felt it,” he mumbled.

My lips turned up at the edges as I leaned over and did it again once he closed his eyes.

My finger barely grazed over the ridge.

“What about then?”

“Yep,” he said.

I tried it again, this time touching the spot where he was scarred.

“Then?” I wondered.

He sighed. “I can feel everything there, dumbass.”

I pulled my arm back and slugged him in the stomach.

“What about that?” I countered.

He wheezed out a laugh, then blindly reached for me with shampoo still dripping down into his eyes and locked me against his chest.

“Yes, you little bitch, I felt that,” he said as he pinned me against the wall.

I gasped in surprise, loving the way he felt overpowering me, and stared up at him in surprise.

Seconds later I was once again lifted up and he was inside of me.

With each touch, his cock had gotten harder, until now, inside of me, he felt like he’d leave me stretched for days.

I wiped the shampoo free of his eyes.

When he finally opened them, they were on fire.

He slowly started to move his hips, and it was at that point that I vowed, if Nathan was in the house, I’d never take another shower alone again in my life.

***

“Let’s just go get you an overnight bag,” Nathan suggested as we walked out to his bike.

I shivered at the cold, but Nathan had tossed me his sweatshirt to wear.

I was pulling it over my head as he held out a helmet to me.

I frowned.

“This isn’t some helmet that’s been on every one of your chick’s heads, is it?” I asked, disgust starting to roll through me.

“No,” he rolled his eyes. “I walked over to Sammy’s place and borrowed Hastings’ helmet.”

I fitted it on my head. Hastings’ head was okay. Some random chick that’d been with Nathan? Hell no.

Excitement started to bubble up inside of me at the thought of being pressed up against Nathan’s back for a while—I’d wanted nothing more than to ride on his bike with him since I was sixteen and he’d gotten it—but a thought occurred to me as I’d gotten the helmet situated.

“We should probably