Have Mercy - Christina Lee Page 0,21

dug right in, starving after a hard day of lifting and moving shit. At least my knee wasn’t protesting too much this week, but soaking it under the hot water stream loosened the tightness and made it feel much better.

I stripped out of my clothes and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. After soaping up, I perched under the spray for a good long while before feeling guilty for using too much water. So I turned the nozzle off and was reaching for the towel when the door on Kerry’s side swung open. I froze just inside the shower, completely naked, as he padded inside, oblivious to my presence.

He reached for the front of his pants to unzip, and as he lifted the toilet seat, I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat. He looked up and staggered backward. “Oh shit, sorry. I didn’t hear the shower.”

His eyes snagged on my chest, and I automatically lifted my hand to cover the scars from all the shrapnel that had pelted me. I could identify each one in the dark with my fingers. Hiding myself wasn’t something I was exactly conscious of, except during hookups, if we ever bothered to fully undress.

Gooseflesh lined my skin as his gaze scanned down my torso to my cock, which was soft but suddenly trying to rally. He took a big gulp of air and looked into my eyes again. Was that interest I saw reflected? Admiration? It was only a split-second scrutiny, but felt like long moments.

And then he was backing out the door. “Guess we need a sign-in sheet.”

I winced. “Or I could’ve remembered to lock your side.”

“Yeah, we’ll work on that,” he replied awkwardly, not daring to look my way again, and then he was out the door, shutting it soundly behind him.

I felt rattled the entire time I toweled off, and then walked to my room to pull on some clean underwear. Hamlet seemed to want up on the bed, so I lifted him, and he turned in circles before he settled at the very end, snorting as he did so.

I edged my way under the covers, then lay there with my dick hard, and damn, who could blame me after that? An attractive man just saw me naked. I heard Kerry reenter the bathroom to use it, the faucet turned on, and then the light clicked off again. My heart thrummed in my chest as I imagined a different version of events. Kerry entering my room, approaching the bed, inching the covers away. Me letting him look his fill. Letting him manhandle me, force me to my knees to take his cock to the back of my throat. I was pretty versatile, taking sex any way I could get it over my years in service. But with him, it just felt like…like maybe he could give me what I needed right then.

Which was what, exactly? A firm and commanding hand so I didn’t have to think so hard all the damned time? So my thoughts would grant me a reprieve for a while?

Christ, what had come over me?

So a hot guy had checked me out and didn’t seem bothered by the scars. Instead, there was appreciation and maybe even desire in his expression. Maybe it’d been a long time since he’d had a chance to appreciate another man’s body. That was all it was, right?

Then why did the idea of it thrill me to my core? The idea that Kerry, a ruggedly handsome cowboy from Wyoming, had found me attractive? No denying it was mutual.

But nothing could be done about it.

I turned over and shut my eyes, deciding to ignore my erection and go the hell to sleep. And you’d think it would’ve been easy, given the day my muscles had with all that hard labor. But sleep wouldn’t come. Instead, I listened to the sounds of the house and wondered if Kerry was having trouble sleeping too.

Fuck it. I pushed the covers off and reached inside my underwear to grip my cock. The only thing I could think to do was jerk off and get rid of this, whatever this was.

I shut my eyes and stroked upward, letting my fantasy play out in my head just the way I’d imagined. Kerry taking over, gripping me with that calloused palm, making me come.

It didn’t take me long to spurt my jizz all over my stomach. If that didn’t help take the edge off, I didn’t