Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

T hey were in the hot tub. They’d had a beer. All the lights were out.

Even the house was dark, Sophie gone to bed.

His phone was playing the Oh Do Me Now playlist.

They were alone.

The water was bubbling.

Nathan figured if they didn’t do the deed now, they were never going to.

There would never be orgasms. This would be an orgasmless relationship.

Nathan would be perfectly honest—orgasms were one of the best parts of relationships. Not the only part, sure, but a big, fun, delicious part. But they weren’t getting over that hump, so to speak.

Maybe Ames was shy.

Maybe he was a virgin. Did they make virgin cowboys? They’d probably made gay virginal cowboys. Virgin cowboy gays?

Regardless, Nathan was tired of waiting. He slipped off his swim trunks, leaving them at the bottom of the hot tub, and then he floated closer, making sure that some or all of the appropriate parts touched some or all of themselves on Ames so that it was totally clear he was naked.

“Hey, stranger.”

It wasn’t nice boots wanna fuck , but it was close enough. And well, Ames didn’t have on any boots.

Ames blinked at him. Twice. Then he grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“Hello. Did your trunks explode?” Ames went very still against him.

“Uh-huh. My poor cock is cold. You should touch it, warm it up.”

One eyebrow lifted up, and Ames lips twisted. “I should, should I? But we wouldn’t want it to get chilly.”

Okay, that was positive. He would go with that. “I concur. No getting cold in the hot tub.” He straddled Ames’s thighs and pushed right up against his belly. Snuggling in.

Hopefully that was clear enough.

Ames grabbed his ass, holding him right where he was, and Nathan wanted to cheer. Hallelujah. The man got his play.

One hand slid up his back, Ames sinking strong fingers into his hair, then that mouth met his, Ames kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Hell, yes. Ames did know how to kiss, and he loved that, loved the heat of it, the soft, damp feel of Ames’s lips and the scrape of his day-old stubble.

He started rocking, shifting his body in slow, steady thrusts against that amazing twelve-pack, the little bumps and grooves making his eyes cross.

“Mmmm. You got the advantage on me, babe,” Ames told him, the hand on his ass slipping and sliding.

“I do, huh? Let me fix that.” He shifted up and back, then tugged at Ames’s swim trunks until they came off.

“Oh, much better.” Ames grunted the words out as he scooted back up to rub them together.

“Yeah. Much, much better.” Now they were cooking with a gas range. He circled his hips in slow-motion, letting them get full contact. Friction. He needed all of it.

Everything Ames had to offer.

His balls felt heavy, and he told himself this wasn’t forever. This wasn’t a marriage.

It was a hookup, pure and simple.

Still, it was here and now, and Ames was special, so he took it. Every inch. Every ounce.

“Damn, babe. That’s—” Ames guided him where he needed contact the most, he thought. Because when he moved just right, Ames cried out, body bucking under him. He’d done that. He was the one making Ames crazy, and Nathan wanted more. The flushed cheeks, the swollen lips, the wide, fuck-me gaze Ames fastened on him…

Yeah, he was so taking Ames with him when he went over the edge.

He slammed their lips together because the last thing they needed was a curious teenager out here curious to see if someone was getting murdered in the hot tub.

Luckily, Ames got it.

Ames demanded entrance, their tongues fighting, both of them moaning into the kiss. Nathan wasn’t alone in this need, and it felt so good to know it, proving he wasn’t the only one who wanted so badly.

The bubbling water splashed against their skin, and it wasn’t doing a single thing to cool their ardor. No, it seemed to be driving them together, the force of the water slapping them against one another.

Ames explored every part of him that he could reach, hands sliding down his back, fingers stroking his hips, his belly, his cock, grabbing both dicks in one hand and squeezing.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his eyes crossing. “Need you like breathing.”

“Good.” That single word was bit out like it hurt to say, like it had come from the base of Ames’s spine.

He leaned forward, lips against Ames’s ear. “Mean it. Need you.”

And it was scary as fuck, to think that he was going to let someone else in, let Ames in. He bit that soft earlobe, hard enough to sting.

Ames arched underneath him. Right now this was enough, though. Right now, he wanted the callused feel of Ames’s hand on his skin. The way that Ames pushed against him, the heat and the need. This was enough.

And it was close. Nathan was super close. He required Ames to be with him. He needed to make sure Ames was feeling the same thing he was feeling. He glanced up and met those shining blue eyes, and Ames stared right into him, humping up and begging with his kisses, with his hands. And his words, which were kind of jumbled, but they were sex words for sure.

Nathan dug in and hard and rocked down, fighting against the water, fighting against Ames so they could reach their climax together. He could see it in the way Ames grimaced, in the way those firm sweet lips pressed together, tight as a drum. He could see when it was coming, and he could feel it too. He could feel Ames shake against him, and Nathan knew it was time. His balls tightened up, his spine snapping as his head fell back, and he shot hard. And he knew it when Ames went with him right at the same moment, and it was somehow absolutely perfect.

He could really get used to this, and that was kind of a terrifying thought.

“Damn, Sam.” He rested his head against Ames’s forehead.

Ames’s eye lines went deep. “Name’s Ames, honey.”

“Oh, you are a fucker, aren’t you?”

“I can be.” Ames chuckled, the sound full of deep satisfaction. Pure cowboy, that sound. “Mmm. We need to get you out of the bubbles, babe.”

“We do?”

“Uh-huh. Between the orgasm and the heat, your blood pressure is gonna drop like a stone.”

He glanced up. “Yours isn’t going to do that?”

“Nah. I’m in the tub most nights. I’m used to it.” Ames lifted him a bit, which was an impressive feat considering how lean and compact Ames was compared to his long, lanky length. But he was pushed and utzed and moved until he was draped in towels, and Ames was waltzing him inside.

At least it felt like a waltz.

They used the door that went into Ames’s master suite, which was a nice feature. If he ever got another house, he wanted that. Hell, he would take Ames’s house in a heartbeat if he could do a full inside and outside kitchen remodel…

He chuckled at the thought. Nope. No playing house with Ames. That way led to madness, right?

But Ames had a fantastic bed, and after Ames dried him off and they cleaned up, he found himself in it, the comforter pulled up over them, cocooning them in warmth.

“Hey.” They were staring at each other, blinking nice and slow.

“Hey. You okay?” Ames asked, and he didn’t know what to say.

Yes?

No?

“Better than that.” Okay, his mouth knew what to say.

“Oh good. Because I’m so okay you don’t even know.” Ames palmed one of his ass cheeks and squeezed. “You’re gonna stay here, right?”

“I brought a bag, so yes.” He loved that Ames had issued the formal invite, though. Took out all ambiguity. “Thanks.”

“Mmmmhmm.” Ames took a kiss, patting him, and he could feel Ames sinking toward sleep.

He didn’t think he wanted to sleep.

He wanted to stay awake and wallow in this quiet afterglow before it went straight to hell.