12. Isaac

12

ISAAC

“Ladies.” I tipped an imaginary hat at a trio of women who were standing near the equipment rack and, rightfully, staring at me.

One of them snickered, another shot me a thumbs up, and the third sort of froze, then looked away, a blush painting her cheeks.

“You’re shameless.” Jamie punched me in the arm as we continued past them and toward the corner of the gym that was set up like an open studio with mats on the floor, barres, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors on one wall. “We’re going to have to come up with new bet shorts because you love the attention those get you.”

“Who, me?” I put my hand over my mouth and batted my eyelashes at him. “Am I pulling off innocent?” I asked around my hand. “I feel like this is serving sweet and innocent.”

“More like deranged and creepy.” He lifted his water bottle to his lips and took a long drink.

My eyes were drawn to his throat as he swallowed, watching his muscles work and his Adam’s apple bob.

“Stop that,” I chastised, settling on the mat so I could stretch out my quads and hamstrings.

“Stop what?” Jamie dropped beside me, his legs outstretched and looking way too good with his muscles popped and his veins swollen from our workout.

“Looking like a snack while I’m wearing the gold shorts.” Covertly, I shifted, using my leg to block my semi. “These things cover nothing .”

Jamie glanced at my crotch, his eyes bright with laughter. “Someone having trouble keeping their mind out of the gutter today?”

“Laugh now, but you’re the one who’s gonna have to bail me out of jail when they bust my ass for indecent exposure,” I pointed out.

He grinned wider. “Pretty sure you can’t get arrested for popping wood.”

“Thank fuck for small favors.” I made a “go on” motion with my hand. “Can we talk about something other than boners and how good you look? Otherwise I’m never going to be able to get up.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He leaned back on his hands. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“Um…” I shifted my leg, crossing my ankle over my thigh and pushing down on my knee to stretch out my hip flexors. “Shut up, I know this isn’t good for me, but I’m not about to do a deep lunge and show the gym my gold-covered boner.”

“Did I say anything?” He shot me a sweet smile that made him look absolutely adorable. “I thought you wanted to talk about something other than your boner?”

After a grueling gym session that started with double cardio and ended with leg day, we were both sweaty and exhausted.

Jamie’s hair was a damp mess, his cheeks were flushed, and his sleeveless shirt was vacuum sealed to his body thanks to the sweat glistening on his skin. Thankfully he’d put on a pair of loose shorts, so I didn’t have to deal with them sticking to him and showing off his ass and thighs even more than they did.

“We could talk about why you’re wearing the gold shorts,” he continued, shooting me another grin. “How you tried to weasel out of gym time and I had to drag your ass out of bed kicking and screaming.”

“I still maintain that I didn’t try to weasel out of gym time. I merely suggested we change our departure.” I switched legs. “Adjust the schedule, if you will.”

He chuckled. “Pretty sure saying ‘I don’t wanna. We’ll just go tomorrow’ from under your covers counts as trying to weasel out of it.”

“Semantics.” I extended my legs in front of me and leaned forward to hold my ankles in another stretch. “Are you just going to sit there looking pretty, or are you going to do your cool down?”

“Awwww, you think I’m pretty?” He shot me a cheesy grin. “You smooth talker, you.”

“What can I say? I call it like I see it.” I sat back up, my boner fully deflated, so I didn’t have to worry about how I was sitting anymore.

Thank fuck.

“I’m just saying,” he dropped his voice and leaned closer, his eyes alight with mischief. “You don’t have to butter me up. I’m a sure thing.”

“Asshole.” I shot him a flat look as my dick perked right back up.

He dropped his gaze to my very obvious bulge and grinned wider.

“Enjoy it now, because I’m getting you back for this,” I threatened, no real malice in my voice.

I’d be doing the same thing in his position. The shorts were hilarious, and after almost a month of hooking up, we’d made a game out of trying to give each other random boners.

“Worth it.” He pulled his legs in so they were in a butterfly position. “And I still have a dare of my choice on you. Remember the pantry? I’m saving that for a special occasion.”

My neck heated, and my dick perked up even more, tenting the silky gold material comically. I shifted so my thigh blocked it from anyone other than him. “Like I could ever forget.”

Hooking up in the pantry with Jamie was one of the hottest things I’d ever done. The only thing that topped it was when we shared our first real kiss, the day we rubbed off on each other after grappling.

Unlike Jamie, I’d experimented a bit with public play in the past. Nothing as blatant as jerking my best friend off in a pantry during a party full of his old friends but sneaking away and messing around in an off-limits room or slipping into a corner for some stealth groping was old hat for me.

I’d enjoyed those experiences, and the threat of getting caught was a great adrenaline rush, but I’d loved getting off in the pantry with Jamie for entirely different reasons.

The thrill of taking such a big risk had been there. It was why I’d let my impulsive thoughts win and dragged him off to try and help him feel better, but I’d be lying if I said our potential audience had been at the forefront of my thoughts at any point in the encounter.

I’d been so into things, so into Jamie, that I’d literally forgotten where we were until the afterglow wore off and we were reminded of our surroundings.

It was reckless and stupid, considering we were still figuring things out, but I didn’t regret it, and I was sure Jamie didn’t either.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to make you do for my dare,” he continued.

“Have you now?” I asked, pulling my feet together so I was in a butterfly position too.

“Mmmhmm.” He tapped on his chin with one finger and squinted into the distance like he was doing some complex mental math. “Not sure what I’m going to go with, but it’ll be epic.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I quipped.

He dropped his thoughtful act and shot me a grin. “Trust me when I say we’re both going to enjoy whatever I make you do.”

My brain instantly latched on to all the ways that could mean something dirty. “Your command is my wish.”

He snickered and bent over at the waist in a slow stretch. “Pretty sure it’s supposed to be the other way around.”

“Not in this case. You’re the dare-issuer, therefore you’re making the command. And if I’m going to enjoy said dare, then your command is my wish.” I paused and thought over what I said. “It made sense in my head.”

We fell silent for a few beats as Jamie finished his stretch.

“How are you feeling about this afternoon?” he asked, sitting back up, all traces of his earlier joking gone.

I shrugged, the reminder that I had to meet with my dad later hitting me like a pie in the face. I’d managed to forget I had to head into the city today. “Same as every other time I’ve had to do this since I turned eighteen.”

“Did he give you any indication of what he wanted to talk to you about?” Jamie asked.

I shrugged again.

“Z.” He pinned me with a look. “That evasive shit is for other people, not me.”

Sighing, I grabbed my water bottle and took a few long swallows. “I have no idea. He said he has something to tell me. I’m assuming that’s code for him wanting to give me my quarterly lecture, same as every other time he’s used that excuse to summon me.”

Jamie climbed to his feet. I did the same, my boner long gone now that we were talking about my father and his meddling ways.

“I wish I wasn’t babysitting later so I could go with you again.”

I nodded, pulling my arm across my body in a stretch. “Me too.”

Usually Jamie came with me when I was summoned to one of these lectures. I’d drop him off at a café or something near where I was meeting my father and pick him up when we were done.

Having company on the drives was a godsend and spending some time in the city after I was done being talked to like I was twelve and couldn’t make my own decisions helped me decompress.

Unfortunately Jamie promised his sister he’d watch the kids this afternoon, so I was on my own this time.

“But it’ll be fine,” I continued, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. “I can handle an hour of his crap, then I’ll be rid of him for another three to six months.”

“Your parents are so…”

“Awful, annoying, controlling. Any of those work? Because I’ve got more if they don’t.”

“All of the above.” He shot me a commiserating look as he moved into a new stretch. “I don’t understand them at all. They’re so hands-off with you when it comes to your daily life, but they think they have all the right in the world to control what you do. Like, how does that even make sense? They ignore you for months on end, then they summon you for meetings like you’re a client and not their son, lecture you about all the shit they don’t agree with or think you’re doing wrong, then disappear until the next time.”

“It’s been the same story since I was a kid.” I shrugged. “It’s not like they’re going to change now.”

“I know, but I hate how they treat you.” His expression went dark. “And how they’re giant hypocrites. They don’t tell you anything about what’s going on with them and never reach out to see how you’re doing, but get pissed that you don’t tell them every little detail about your life? How does that even make sense?”

“Seems like you understand them perfectly,” I said, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. It wasn’t Jamie’s fault my parents sucked. “They only care about me when I do something they can brag to their friends about or when I screw up and they’re reminded that I exist. It’s been like that my whole life. They’re not going to change now.”

“I know. I just hate that they stress you out so much.”

“Me too.” With a heavy sigh, I rolled out my shoulders. “But it is what it is. They don’t care about me. They care about what I do because it’s a reflection of them, but they don’t give a shit about me as a person. I came to terms with that a long time ago.”

Jamie grumbled something that sounded a bit like “Assholes.”

“That they are.” I made a vague motion toward the changing rooms. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” He fell into step with me. “Those shorts are ridiculous. But they make your ass look amazing.” He emphasized his point by leaning back and scoping out my backside.

“Are you trying to get me banned from the gym?” I gave him a little backhand to the chest. “These things leave nothing to the imagination.”

“Not my fault you lost and had to wear them.” He pushed the door to the changing room open and waited for me to go first.

I could feel his gaze on my ass as I passed him. I glanced around the locker area, making sure we were alone. “Did you just check out my ass again?” I asked when I was sure the coast was clear.

“Maybe.” He went to his locker and started spinning the combination lock. “You’ve got a nice one and I like looking at it.”

I traced my gaze down his back, taking in his strong shoulders and trim waist, then settled on his ass. “Speaking of nice ones.”

Jamie did a move where he kind of popped his ass. Not quite twerking, but close. “You mean this one?” He tossed me a grin over his shoulder.

“Yeah, that one.” I went to stand next to him so I could get into my locker, which was beside his. “Keep doing that, and I can’t be held responsible for what I do to it.”

“Again, threatening me with a good time.” He stripped off his shirt and tossed it into his locker.

“Not threatening, promising,” I corrected, yanking off my sweaty shirt and shoving it into my gym bag.

Jamie huffed out a laugh and dropped his shower shoes to the floor with a resounding smack . “You keep talking like that and I’m going to drag you into the sauna and have my way with you.”

My dick went rock hard. Again.

“We definitely need new bet shorts.” I pushed them and my underwear down, letting them puddle at my feet. “Or you’re going to have to stop being so sexy and making me pop wood every ten seconds,” I added, swiping them off the floor and tossing them into my locker.

Jamie’s eyes were glued to my dick. Slowly, I wrapped a towel around my waist, his hungry gaze tracking my every move.

“So it’s my fault you can’t keep your dick down?” he asked, pushing his shorts over his hips, leaving him in a pair of insanely tight boxer briefs that showed off his bulge.

“It is when you do that,” I said pointedly, pushing my cock against my thigh to hide my massive boner as I shoved my feet into my shower shoes.

Jamie hooked his thumbs over his waistband with a low chuckle. A second later, his boxer briefs hit the floor with his shorts.

I dropped my eyes to his dick, which was as hard as mine, then traced them over his thighs, stomach, and chest, taking in his smooth skin and hard muscles.

I’d seen Jamie naked dozens of times in the past month, and it never failed to make my blood pressure rise and my breathing speed up.

Jamie was gorgeous. I’d always thought so, but it was his confidence that was wreaking havoc on my senses. He held nothing back. Didn’t try to hide any part of himself from me. He let me see everything, and I knew just how precious a gift that was.

He wrapped his towel around his waist, his smile full of challenge.

“Ready to get clean?” I asked, tearing my eyes from his bare chest and admiring how amazing his pecs looked.

“How about we get sweaty first?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“But we already got sweaty…” I sort of blinked at him, my brain still thinking about naked Jamie.

He huffed out a soft laugh, his expression full of affection. “I know that, but how about we get even more sweaty? And then we can get clean.”

I followed him into the shower area. “All the blood in my body is rushing to a different head than my thinking one, so you’re going to have to spell things out for me right now.”

Jamie paused his walking. I skidded to a stop, nearly knocking into him.

He glanced around, then grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the sauna.

I let him, my mind already spinning and my body tight with anticipation.

“Someone’s feeling frisky,” I teased when the wooden door banged shut behind us. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“It’s those stupid shorts.” He shoved me against the wooden wall of the sauna and crowded me against it. “Do you know how hard it’s been to watch you squat and bend and run in them and not jump you?”

“How hard?” I bumped my crotch against his. “This hard?”

“Harder.” He ground against me, scraping his dick over mine almost violently.

The contact felt amazing, and stars exploded in my vision.

“Oh fuck.” I bit back a moan. “I like aggressive Jamie.”

“He likes you too.” Jamie pressed our bodies together, his skin hot and his cheeks flushed. “What are the odds that anyone will want to come in here in the next ten minutes?” he asked huskily, his eyes on my mouth.

“No clue, but I’m going with slim to none.” Loosely, I gripped his hips. “What are you thinking?”

Jamie’s salacious grin sent a shiver of awareness through me. “How adventurous are you feeling?”

“Pretty adventurous.” I pushed my cock against his. “And reckless.”

“Good.” Dipping his head, he caught my lips in a deep, wet kiss.

I moaned against his mouth and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back with everything I had.

Messing around in the gym sauna was beyond risky. I’d never seen anyone use it in all the times we’d come here, but there was always a chance someone could walk in at any moment and catch us.

But it was hard to care about any of that when Jamie was kissing me like I was his lifeline, like I was his only source of oxygen and we’d both suffocate if we stopped.

“Wanna blow you,” he murmured against my lips.

“Here?” I asked as he pressed a few kisses against my jaw. “Now?”

“Yeah.” He nibbled a line of kisses down my throat. “Can I?”

“Like I’d ever say no to that.” Huffing out a laugh, I leaned my head against the wall behind me and ran my hands over his strong back. “I like this side of you.”

“I like that you bring it out of me.” He pecked a kiss on my lips. “Can you keep an eye on the door? Tell me if you see a shadow in the window or you think someone is coming in?” He nibbled on my neck, then soothed the spot with his tongue. “Mmmm, you taste good.”

“Jesus. Yeah. Okay.” I blew out a shaky breath. “Should we do the water thing? Make it extra steamy so it’s harder to see in?”

“Yeah, good plan.” He palmed my cock. “This is so hot.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Stay right there and don’t move.” He gave my dick another squeeze, then stepped back.

I sagged against the wall, my entire body buzzing with anticipation.

Jamie went over to the little bucket of water near the rocks and used the ladle to scoop some up.

I watched as he poured the water over the rocks, steam rising from them as the water crackled and hissed from the heat.

The gym Jamie and I went to was one of the fancier ones in town, and the sauna was top-shelf compared to the ones in other gyms I’d belonged to.

I wasn’t the sauna type and would have preferred if the gym had ice baths like when I was playing hockey, but I was grateful for it now.

The sauna itself was small, about six feet by ten, with a low bench against one wall and the heated rocks tucked into the corner. The door had a small, frosted window in it, and the lights were on a timer. We hadn’t turned them on when we came in, so the room was shrouded in shadows, giving us some extra cover in case someone happened to look inside.

I was leaning against the wall opposite the bench and only about three feet from the door. If someone did come in, they wouldn’t see us until they were all the way inside. And we’d know if someone was planning on using it because the timer that controlled the lights was on the outside of the sauna, and they’d have to turn them on before they came in.

It was as private as we could get, considering we were in public.

“Still want to do this?” Jamie asked, crossing the tiny space and crowding me against the wall again.

“Fuck yeah.” I arched into him and pressed my cock against his. “I think I’m rubbing off on you.”

He let out a soft laugh and leaned in to press a sweet kiss against my lips. “Pretty sure we’ve been rubbing off on each other.” He kissed my neck, teasing the sensitive skin with his lips and teeth.

“You know what I mean.” I closed my eyes, enjoying his attention. “I’m supposed to be the reckless one.”

He trailed the tips of his fingers down my chest, then gripped the top of the towel I still had wrapped around my waist. “That’s true. But isn’t it more fun to be reckless together?”

“I know that’s a rhetorical question, but yes. It’s way more fun to be reckless together.”

Chuckling, he kissed his way down my throat, then continued down my chest, following the route his hand had taken.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he lowered until he was crouching in front of me, his face level with my cock.

“Fuck, Jamie.” My words came out with a moan.

He flicked his gaze up, a sexy smirk tilting one corner of his mouth. Silently, he tugged on my towel, pulling the hasty tuck job I’d done apart.

I grabbed the ends before it could fall on the floor, holding them at my hips, my cock on full display and only inches from his face.

Gripping my length in one hand, he held my cock and licked a stripe up the underside of it. “Mmmm. You taste good all sweaty.”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek so I didn’t shove my dick into his mouth and beg him to get on with it.

He gave me another long lick, then slowly circled his tongue around my cockhead, tracing it over the ridges.

“Jamie,” I gasped, gripping the towel edges so tight my knuckles ached.

I wanted to touch him, to have that extra little connection with him, but this was his show. He’d started it, so I was going to let it play out the way he wanted.

Plus, I really didn’t want to let my towel touch the floor, not in a public gym.

Jamie let out another low moan and drew my dick into his mouth, taking half of me on the first pass.

I flicked my gaze at the window in the door, making sure we weren’t about to be interrupted.

Jamie took his sweet time moving over me, sucking me down inch by inch, then releasing me in an agonizingly slow glide.

“Tease,” I mumbled, my chest already heaving and my body tight.

The air in the sauna was stifling, the steam heavy and giving everything a bit of a haze. But that wasn’t the reason I was having trouble catching my breath.

That was all Jamie.

He flipped his eyes open and looked up at me, his expression blissful, like he wanted nothing more than to be doing this for me.

Pressing my ass against the wall, I tucked the edge of my towel behind the small of my back to keep it safe. When it was secure, I ran the backs of my fingers over his cheek.

Jamie’s eyes fluttered closed at the move, and he started moving over me faster, falling into the perfect rhythm.

My body tightened, and my stomach clenched as pleasure moved through me, snaking out and filling every part of me with overwhelming desire.

I slid my fingers through his soft hair, my eyes glued to his face as he pleasured me.

Every bob of his head and glide of his mouth was incredible, and I didn’t fight it as he brought me higher and higher, pushing me closer to my release with each passing second.

“Jamie,” I whispered, my legs shaking from the effort of keeping still. I was so close I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, slicing closer until it was right there under the surface, too intense to deny or ignore.

He must have sensed I was close and doubled his efforts, rolling his tongue against my shaft and using his hand to play with my balls.

That was too much, and I came with a muffled cry, biting my lip to stop myself from shouting and letting anyone who might be around know what we were up to.

Jamie stayed with me, swallowing me down and working me through my orgasm until I was a shaking, blubbering mess.

He let my dick fall from his mouth and stood, kissing me deep and holding me up while I recovered.

“Good?” he asked with a teasing grin when I could string two thoughts together.

“Uh huh,” I kind of grunted, still too spent to be eloquent.

He pulled the end of my towel free from behind me and wrapped it around my waist again, tucking it in place with a satisfied grin. “That was even better than I thought it would be.”

“My turn,” I sort of gasped at him. “Switch with me.”

“You sure you can manage?” He arched his eyebrow.

“I’ll manage.” I grabbed the front of his towel and tugged him against me for another deep kiss. “Now put your ass against this wall so I can get your dick in my mouth.”

“I like bossy Isaac.” He switched places with me and leaned against the wall.

“He’s a big fan of you too.” I tried to hide how my legs were still shaking from my orgasm, but Jamie’s grin told me he saw right through my attempt at acting like he hadn’t just rocked my entire world.

He glanced at the door, then returned his gaze to me. “This is so hot.”

“And not just because of the steam and rocks,” I quipped, unable to let that one go.

“Or the steamy rocks?” he asked with a grin.

“Or those.” I kissed him, then dragged my lips over his jawline.

He’d shaved before we’d left, and his smooth skin felt just as good as when it was covered with stubble.

“Z,” he whispered, running his hands up over my back.

“You want me to suck you?” I asked, my lips against his throat.

He huffed out a laugh and pressed his hard dick against my soft one. “Do I have to answer that?”

“Maybe I like hearing it.” I kissed a trail down his neck and across his collarbone.

His skin had a slightly salty taste that was strangely sexy. I’d spent so much time as an athlete that sweat didn’t bother me, but it wasn’t like it got me hot or anything. And I was almost positive I wouldn’t be so enticed if I were doing this with anyone else but Jamie.

Needing more, I kissed my way down his hard pecs and tight stomach, licking the little valleys and ridges of his abs.

Jamie moaned softly, his body relaxed and his stance wide as he let me have my fun.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I crouched in front of him and pressed my mouth to his cock, mouthing it over his towel.

His groan was music to my ears, and my dick, which should have been down for the count after that orgasm, went half-hard again.

Greedily, I pulled the towel free, my mouth already open and ready for him as his cock sprang free and bobbed between us.

Not wanting to rush things, I mouthed the side of his shaft, moving to his head, then back down to his base a few times, enjoying the feel of his hot skin against my lips and tongue.

He tasted a bit salty here too, his sweat mingling with his precum to create an intoxicating mix that made my mouth water.

Needing more, I pulled off his dick and dipped my head to suck one of his balls into my mouth, tonguing his sac and stroking his cock with my hand.

He let out a strangled cry and bucked into my touch, forcing his cock to slide through my hand.

I sucked harder and stroked him faster, moving between his balls until he buried both of his hands in my hair with a needy cry that hit me right in the chest.

“Z, please,” he begged brokenly. “Need more.”

Not able to deny Jamie anything, I released his balls and swallowed him down, taking as much of his length as I could.

Jamie had mastered the art of deep throating over the past few weeks, but I wasn’t quite there yet. Instead of rushing things and potentially derailing them with a coughing fit, I concentrated on moving over him and taking a little more with each pass.

A constant stream of muffled moans and bitten-off sighs fell from his mouth, filling the air between us like the humidity from the sauna rocks.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I sucked him, using every trick I’d learned over the past few weeks to give him the most pleasure possible.

Usually Jamie preferred if I took my time and slowly worked him up, not quite edging but letting him enjoy the ride as I brought him closer and closer to his release.

That was fine when we were at home, but not when we were in public, the threat of being caught hanging over us and acting like an aphrodisiac instead of the deterrent it should have been.

Jamie was gorgeous over me, all powerful muscles and glistening skin. I popped off him. “Fuck my mouth.”

He stared down at me, his eyes dark with hunger and lust.

“Make yourself feel good.” I kissed his tip and tugged his towel out from behind him so it wouldn’t fall and balled it up. “Take what you need, Jamie.”

With a feral cry, he shoved his dick between my parted lips.

I closed them around him, sucking hard the way I knew he liked, and relaxed my jaw.

Jamie rolled his hips, rocking them in a smooth motion and dragging his shaft over my tongue and being careful not to go too deep too fast.

I made an encouraging sound and tilted my head back so I was at a better angle.

Watching my best friend’s naked body, his muscles tight and his skin glistening with sweat as he fucked my mouth, was right up there on my list of hottest sexual experiences ever.

I loved seeing him take what he needed from me, watching him set the pace and take control of his pleasure.

It wasn’t so much being used that got me off, not really. I couldn’t really explain it, but being able to share this with Jamie, seeing him let go and fully give in, was amazing.

Jamie’s breathing picked up, his chest heaving and his stomach rippling as he sped up, pushing his cock a little further down my throat with each thrust of his hips until I could swallow around his head.

He grabbed the sides of my head with a garbled groan, gently cupping my cheeks and stroking his thumb over my cheekbones, the tender move at odds with how he was pumping into my mouth, his pace nearly frantic.

“Oh god, Z,” he whispered, his face a mask of desperation and pleasure. “I’m coming.”

He stiffened, then shuddered, his cry muffled as he bit his lip and thrust into my mouth with wild abandon.

I stayed with him, greedy for his orgasm.

I didn’t have to wait long.

He slammed into my mouth a final time, his cock pulsing against my tongue as he came.

I kept up with him and took over, sucking him through it and swallowing everything he gave me.

When he was spent and boneless against the wall, I let his cock fall from my lips and stood, kissing him with everything I had.

He kissed me back, making happy little sounds as he rode the afterglow.

As much as I wanted to keep kissing him and get some cuddles in, now wasn’t the time.

Reluctantly, I slowed our kisses, then pulled back.

“Jesus.” Jamie blinked a few times. “I might need to sit down after that.”

Chuckling softly, I shook out his towel and carefully wrapped it around his waist. “Now you know how I felt when you were done.”

He pulled in a deep breath, held it for a few beats, then let it out in a long, shaky exhale. “I’m never going to be able to look at a sauna again without popping wood.”

“Hard same. Emphasis on the hard.” I shot him a cheesy grin and waggled my eyebrows at him.

He laughed at my antics, looking relaxed and satisfied and so damn handsome my chest tightened for reasons other than lust.

“We should go shower before we get caught,” I said reluctantly.

He let out a disappointed sound. “Yeah. Probably should.”

Unable to help it, I pecked another kiss against his lips, then headed for the door.

Stepping out into the shower area was a shock to my system, and I gasped at the sudden change from being in hot, humid air to cool, less humid air.

Jamie shivered as he closed the sauna door behind us, then let out a little chuckle.

“What?” I glanced at him.

“I was so focused on getting you in there, I forgot to grab my shower stuff.”

I let out a snort-laugh. “Holy fuck, I did too.” I shook my head. “Your damn ass distracted me.”

“Maybe tonight you can get up close and personal with it.” He tossed me a wink and took off toward the locker area, presumably to get his shower stuff.

I froze as his words echoed in my head. Was he telling me he was ready for more?

He tossed me another grin over his shoulder. “Coming, Z?”

Like a dumbass, I stumbled after him to grab my shower stuff too.