Page 110 of Hard Rain

Hotel fancy. Bigger than it needed to be.

When Axel reached past him and turned on the shower, he ran his hand up the man’s back, enjoying the muscles flexing beneath his hand.

The pipes hummed inside the wall before warm water sprayed against the tile.

Steam curled through the bathroom.

Jackets hit the floor.

Boots followed.

The rest didn’t take much longer.

His body wasn’t hiding a damn thing, and when they stepped beneath the warm water, he struggled not to push Axel against the wall.

The hot water hit his shoulders, but it barely registered.

It certainly didn’t help his hunger.

All he felt was Axel.

Plucking the soap from the tray, Axel ran soapy hands over his warm body, caressing every inch of him.

“Hurry up.”

Whip made a sound deep in his throat, but Axel only chuckled and trailed a hand down to wrap around his cock.

Whip gave up trying to rush them along. Axel seemed in no hurry.

“I don’t want to fuck you in the shower,” Axel said, his mouth roaming over his skin.

“Then don’t,” he growled.

All he could think was thank fuck Axel wanted to top.

A few minutes later, rinsed and dried, Axel walked him backward to the bed. Strong hands caught his hips and tossed him to the mattress.

When his back met the cool sheets, he gazed up. Axel’s strength still amazed him.

“Um…” Axel said, meeting his eyes.

“What?” Whip’s hands stopped stroking.

“No regrets?” Axel hovered over him.

His heart jolted.

“Why would you say that?”

“I just want to make sure.”

That was when he saw the vulnerability.

“Hey…” Whip said softly, catching Axel’s chin, the scruff prickling his fingers. “I’m never going back. And neither are you.”

Axel smiled as if satisfied. “Never going back from this.”

“You sure?” He challenged, having his own misgivings.