Page 56 of The Storm

He pours more water on the shirt and cleans his own upper body while I watch.

“Pants.” He nods at my jeans.

I push them down and off my feet. And then I try not to whimper when he cleans my cock and runs the wet fabric over my balls. Over and over again.

I just came my brains out.

But I’m getting hard again.

He slides the pad of his thumb over the head of my dick, and I’m surprised my knees manage to hold me up. My breathing hitches, and the smallest of smiles quirks in the corner of his lips.

“There,” he says hoarsely, and lets his gaze meet mine.

My heart beats wildly, savagely, when he starts to clean his own dick. It gallops in my chest like it’s being dragged along by wild horses when he slides the shirt over his erection.

I drink him in. Eat him up. Sear the sight into my brain.

He pulls his pants back up, and I find my jeans.

He sits down on the floor, spreads his legs, and looks at me.

I sit down between his legs and lean my back against his chest.

He wraps his arms around me.

And we wait.

THIRTEEN

INDY

“What didyou want to be when you were a kid?” I ask.

I hold the apple he handed me a minute ago in my palm, rolling it to the tips of my fingers and then back to the center of my palm over and over again. I’m supposed to eat it, but I’m not hungry. He bites into his own apple and frowns, eyebrows knitting together contemplatively for a moment before his expression smooths out again.

He snorts out a laugh. “A spy. Clearly that hasn’t panned out.”

“So far. Plus, that’s exactly what a spy would say.”

“What did you want to be?” He turns out the light, plunging us into darkness yet again. We’re using my phone now. His died a while ago.

“An explosion guy.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific,” he says.

“One of those guys who pushes the plunger and then the building behind them explodes.” I point my thumb behind me like he can see it.

“A demolition expert?” he says.

“Sure. A demolition expert makes it sound so dry, though. Explosion guy, on the other hand…”

“Explosion guy,” he says, like he’s testing the words out.

“They should use that as the official title.”

“Yeah. Really sells the professionalism.”

“I know. You hear demolitions expert and you think paperwork. You hear explosion guy, you think—” I mimic an explosion with my hands. “—kaboom.”