15. Greer

CHAPTER 15

GREER

The chilly water cooled my heated skin as I swam lap after lap in my pool. Waking up after sharing a bed, albeit platonically, with Austin, had my morning wood more insistent on attention than before. Unfortunately for my dick, I stayed perpetually aroused when he was near, and I had no idea how long it would be before we went there.

The regular Speedo I'd chosen had a difficult time containing me with the boat oar tucked in the front. Even though the water was cold, I wasn't deflating.

As I surfaced after my last torturous lap, I tore off my goggles and looked up at the balcony. It made me ridiculously happy to know he was in my bed. Maybe I should have stayed and woken him up, but I was experiencing a little stage fright for him to see me like that.

When I pulled myself from the pool to dry off, it suddenly occurred to me I might need to do some maintenance work. While I was generously endowed, I was equally sure his dick was perfect. Neatly trimmed and... young. Did I have gray pubic hair?

I sat down on the chair and tossed my towel aside. With one quick glance up at the balcony to make sure he was still asleep, I tugged the stretchy lycra out to see if I could get a look at what was going on down there.

"Goddamn flagpole," I muttered as I took hold of my cock and pushed it aside. "Don't you start weeping at me. You'll just have to deal with waiting until, until...just until."

As I tugged the red-headed fucker out of the way, I was suddenly aware I was talking to my penis. Recently, he'd developed the need to be put in his place and told what was what.

"Get out of the damn way so I can check my ball sack." All the touching and tugging to move the fucker out of the way almost sent me over the edge. I breathed out a sigh and decided on another way to check. I stood and yanked down the tight as fuck material under my balls.

"Now, I can fucking see," I told my dick. But I was wrong. I couldn't see a damn thing up close without my reading glasses. Bending over while my boat oar pointed toward the house, I tried to get a good look. I'd never paid this much attention to my balls before, but I couldn't let Austin see wild gray hairs growing out of my wrinkly ball sack skin.

"Fucking hell," I groaned, finding one particularly offending strand. Gripping it between my fingers, I yanked. The asshole hair was probably rooted to China and refused to give up its place on my testicles. "Sorry buddy, but you've got to go."

"Whatcha doing down there?"

My head snapped up at the sound of Austin's voice.

"Uhh..." I said eloquently, trying to untangle my balls from the death hold the lycra had on my sack, while my exposed cock stood proud in the wind like it was ready for its close-up, Mr. DeMille.

If I thought my skin was heated before, it was nothing compared to this.

"Baby," Austin called, trying and failing not to laugh at my predicament. "That looks painful. You need some help with that?"

Never had I ever been at a loss for words. But I'd also never been so mortified in all my life. All I wanted to do was take my boat oar and run. I needed to escape from his view, but I was on the wrong damn side of the pool.

The pool.

Grabbing my pole, I leaped into the pool. The boat rudder between my legs still refused to deflate, like the exhibitionist it was, even though it was still in the lycra's death hold.

Diving under, I headed for the curtain of water that cascaded down from the infinity pool above. It was out of the view of my balcony, and maybe I could rectify this before Austin showed up down here.

Once I resurfaced near the falling curtain of water, I held on to the side while trying to right my swim briefs. One-handed and in full-blown panic mode, I struggled with the fabric from hell as it rolled up like a burrito.

The clock was ticking, and I knew he'd be down here soon.

"Fucking hell," I muttered in desperation. I was making more noise, splashing around like a wounded bird, than the cascading water. Left with no other choice, I worked them completely off, hoping to unroll them in time to put them on before Austin appeared.

But today was not my day, apparently.

My beautiful, thirty-six-year-old, former Navy SEAL, and fellow IMC came into view in nothing but his pajama pants. My flailing slowed as I watched the grin take over his face when he saw me hiding.

"Whatcha doing over there?"

I shook my head rapidly. "Nothing. What are you doing?"

"Well," he said as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his sleep pants. "I think I'm going to need to perform a rescue mission."

My pulse sped up and my breath caught as he dropped his pants to the concrete. He was gloriously naked, standing in front of me with his own boat oar. All the blood in my body headed to my own, leaving me unable to form words.

Austin dove into the pool and surfaced only seconds later in front of me. "Good morning."

Words. I needed words. "Good morning."

His grin was wicked, and I knew he was going to ask me a million questions about what I'd been doing. He ran his hand down my arm to where I fisted my wayward swim briefs.

"You look like you could use some assistance, Mr. Rowan."

I swallowed and nodded. "It would appear I do. I'm going to email the manufacturer about their manufacturing process. If this could happen to me, it could happen to anyone."

Austin nodded and smiled. "I definitely would. You can't take a chance on them slipping down and getting hung up around your balls. In some of those waters we swim in, a fish might mistake it for..." He trailed off and looked down at my boat oar, bobbing below the surface, before finishing his rambling. "... an anaconda."

I burst out laughing as Austin took the opportunity to rescue my briefs from my hand. He tossed the offending fabric behind him in the water. Reaching for my face, he wrapped a big hand around my neck and pulled me in for a sizzling kiss. As he moved closer, another item of concern entered my mind.

Pulling back, I looked him in the eyes. "You're naked."

He grinned. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten." He inched closer, and my cock brushed his. My back arched and my head tipped back at the sensation. Need and desire flooded my bloodstream.

"Kiss me," he growled, and I complied. As we made out in my pool, he pulled me closer, causing our erections to be pressed between us, side by side.

"Austin," I moaned against his skin as I moved to create the friction we needed. My cock ached for release after being hard for almost twenty-four hours.

"I know, but don't come. I want to explore your body upstairs in your shower. And you can explore mine."

Anxiety crept up my spine, fighting with my desire. I had a choice to make. I could pull away, or I could let the man I loved teach me how to love him. Austin loosened his hold on me.

"If you're not ready, we don't have to do this."

I brought my prune-like fingers to his mouth, running the pads over his lips as he kissed them. "I want it, and I want you. I'm just having a bit of an existential crisis."

"About what?"

"I don't know how to love you like that. I think I could figure it out, but I'm almost sixty. And you're so young and..."

He cut me off with a hard kiss before cupping the side of my face. "You listen to me, and you listen good. Are you listening?"

I smiled and nodded at his familiar words.

"How about you trust me to take care of you? I know that's probably difficult, but we've got to start somewhere. One little display of trust at a time. But if you think your body is showing its age, you need to let me be the judge of that."

I nodded, realizing he was right. I'd loved him long before he looked like he does now. And I had to trust he felt that way about me.

"I can do that. I trust you."

"Good," he said, turning me around by the shoulders. He pulled me back to his chest, where his cock wedged itself along my behind. I gasped at the sensation, making him chuckle.

"Calm down. I'm just performing the second part of my rescue operation. Relax and enjoy the ride."

He pulled me along as he swam to the shallow end of the pool.

"What was the first part?" I asked.

"Saving you from your dick strangler," he teased, kissing my cheek. I could hear the humor in his tone, and oddly enough, it relaxed me. That's the effect he had on me.

"Well, they're going into the trash as soon as I find them."

When he let go of me, I watched as he climbed the steps out of the pool, admiring his naked buns of steel. The water ran in rivulets down every muscled part of him.

Leaning down to pick up a towel from the lounge chair, I watched, mesmerized, as he wrapped it around his waist before picking up a second one.

Turning back to me, I could see the imprint of his hard dick through the towel. He unfolded the other one and held it open.

"Let's go," he said, motioning to me. "We need to shower. Everyone arrives today."

I climbed the steps, naked for the first time in front of a man, and allowed him to wrap it around me. I'd never felt so cared for than I did in that moment, and it was the balm I needed to give me the confidence to move us one step closer.

I took over securing the towel, then looked up at him. Every time our eyes met, I saw a little more of what life could be like with Austin. "I want you to shower with me," I said, pulling him closer. "But I don't want to be rushed. I want to feel your hands and your mouth on me."

Austin held my hand and kissed me. "We'll take this at your speed."

I grinned at him. "I guess this means I'm in charge again."

He cupped my face with his hands. "If you're waiting because you don't want to tell me about what happened out there, that shouldn't be a concern."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I don't want to talk about it."