Graham strode out of the bedroom and straight out of the cabin into the night. Hell, at this rate, he’d be pulling an all-nighter instead of sleeping.
He dropped into one of the chairs on the covered porch that fronted the cabin, and rested his elbows on his knees. He rubbed his face roughly, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.
Zach slumped into the chair next to his.
“Well, that was unexpected.”
“Understatement of the fucking century, man. What the fuck were you thinking, anyway? Springing that shit on her like that? You used to be smooth. Lost your magic touch.” Graham almost groaned when he thought about how fast that situation had deteriorated. Goat fuck two-point-oh.
“Yeah, not my best moment. But seriously, did you ever expect a reaction like that? Or a story like that? I mean, good God. What the fuck?”
“True, but still. Messed up beyond belief. And when I was just starting to get a taste of her.”
“Sweet?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“You want more?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“You want to keep her?”
Graham looked at him before admitting quietly, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“How are we going to make it happen?”
“Fuck if I know. Before, I thought we just had to worry about her being dead set on lighting out of here as soon as humanly possible, but now we’ve got this other shit to deal with, too. And you wonder why I’ve never been keen to get involved with anyone.”
“But she’s sweet.”
“Hell yes. Not that you’d know.” Graham couldn’t help but rub it in.
“Oh, I’ll get mine. Don’t you worry, old man.”
“Fuck you.”
“Sorry, man, don’t swing that way.”
“Fuck off, jackass. I’m going to get a shower, and then I’m crashing. It’s been a long fucking day.”
“I’m gonna grab some rack time. I’ll keep an eye on our girl. Make sure she doesn’t go for another midnight rendezvous.” Zach was laughing at him now. But Graham didn’t punch him because he was too busy liking the way ‘our girl’ sounded.
“Heard about that already?”
“Everyone has. Not sure how many of them will still respect you in the morning when they know a little slip of a girl won’t even follow your orders.”
Graham didn’t bother telling him to fuck off again before he headed to the showers. He was pretty sure Zach knew he was thinking it.
Hell, Graham thought to himself, he probably knows I’m going to jack off in the shower. At least that was Graham’s plan if the showers were empty. After getting a taste of Rowan and having her grinding her hot little pussy against his thigh, Graham’s dick was aching for relief, and after what she’d told them, there was no way he was satisfying himself with her curvy little body tonight. He stalked to the shower building and ducked inside.
Empty.
Thank God.
He sat to untie his boots before stripping out of his shirt, cargo pants, socks, and boxer briefs. He turned on the water, and when the initial frigid blast had passed, he stretched his arms out to press his hands against the tile wall on either side of the showerhead, and let his head drop forward, and his eyes closed. As the spray streamed down his body, the tension of the last few hours washed over him. First, Rowan, and then the mystery woman because of Rowan, and then Rowan again. God, she was already complicating his life. And now that he’d tasted her, he feared he was getting attached. Recipe for disaster. But it’d be perfect while it lasted.
He grasped his cock in his fist as he pictured Rowan’s tempting mouth. She’d been so sweet when she’d finally opened for him. After he’d gotten an eyeful of all that creamy, soft skin in the shower, and had his hands on that amazing rack, all he’d wanted to do was corner her under the spray, push her to her knees, and grip the back of her head while he fed his cock into her hot mouth. And that was before he’d even gotten a taste of her. He would have urged her to take him deeper, to suck harder and swallow him down. Graham groaned as he stroked his cock, gripping it hard. He pictured that dark mass of curls falling across her face as she took him deep, until he bumped the back of her throat. The image of her looking up at him from beneath those dark lashes had his balls drawing up to the base of his cock. He could imagine the look in her dark brown eyes as he fucked her mouth and emptied himself down her throat. The sparks of need shot down his spine, and his balls ached. Two more strokes ... and Graham let go, groaning as he came.
Bracing himself with one hand against the cold tile wall, Graham let the warm water run over him, washing away his fantasy, but leaving him still hard. With the image of Ro on her knees before him embedded in his brain, he’d be hard for a while.
He finished up his shower and shut off the water before walking out of the shower room to snag a towel out of the end locker. He rubbed himself dry, grabbed the shirt he’d changed into after Ro’s shower mishap had soaked his last one, and then pulled out clean gray boxer briefs, black sweatpants, and socks. The clean laundry was courtesy of Allison, and he needed to thank her again for all that she did for them. Jonah’s wife looked after their whole motley crew, and she was an angel for doing it.
Graham dressed as he contemplated the next hurdle—how to let Rowan know she wasn’t going anywhere in the morning, and if they could help it, anytime for the foreseeable future. She was going to be furious. Graham couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing her all riled up again. Damn, she was beautiful when she was pissed.