I could barely stand by the time he pulled out, panting loudly. "I don't have a rubber. We'll finish it later."
I'd come three times over the course of our long shower. There was no way I was watching him go without release.
"No way." I turned and gripped the soap in my hands, rubbing a lather between my fingers, and I reached out to stroke him a few times.
He groaned as his teeth sunk into his lower lip and his hips jutted forward, forcing his thick cock to squeeze through my tight fingers.
"God, yeah." He gripped the side of my neck and moved back with me as I washed the soap off and replaced my hands with my mouth, taking him in as far as I could, and massaging the base of his cock where I couldn't reach.
His groans got louder and louder as I worked him thoroughly. His legs locked into place as he gripped my hair and glanced down.
"Move back, Cora. I'm right there, baby." The look of pain etched on his face tore at me.
"Come," I mumbled and moved back down, taking his thick head in my mouth and sucking as I pumped my fingers over his swollen flesh.
"Fuck," he cried out and thrusted farther into my mouth as he let himself go. I held on and took as much as I could, enjoying how much he seemed to lose himself in the moment.
I moved back and washed my face and hands as he pulled me closer and wrapped me in his arms from behind.
"Delicious." I glanced over my shoulder as he captured my face and leaned down for a long kiss.
"Jeez. I swear I'm falling in love with you. I've never in my life been with a woman that knew how to take such good care of me." He kissed me again as his words tore through my mind. I wanted to be that woman for a long time, but the warring emotions inside of me just wouldn't rest.
"Come on, let's go pile up in the bed and watch T.V." I turned off the water and got out, towel-drying quickly and sneaking down the hall to his room with a large white towel wrapped around me. I got into his bed as weariness washed over me.
I wasn't going to last much longer, but it was good. We'd had a lot of long nights and far too many full days out in the sun not to give in to the need to sleep, even though it felt too early to do it.
He closed the door and climbed up into the bed next to me, dropping down on his back and lifting his arm. "Come here and lay on my chest."
"Nowhere I'd rather be." I moved up and snuggled into his side as a yawn left me. "I'm not going to be able to keep my eyes open."
"Good. Sleep here with me tonight. I'll make you breakfast in the morning." He kissed the side of my head, and I couldn't seem to respond. He didn't need to make me breakfast. He was supposed to sneak out in the middle of the night and leave my heart whole and protected, but he wasn't going to do that.
Maybe I needed to?
*
I woke the next morning with far too much on my mind. The clock beside the bed read 4 a.m., and I knew that I needed to head back to the house to think things through for a while. I would be leaving in a few days, and my heart ached in my chest at the thought. I was working so hard to protect myself, and yet if I was being honest, at all, I knew I was without a leg to stand on anymore. I wasn't falling for Brody. I'd already fallen for him.
After slipping out of the bed quietly, I dressed and closed his door behind me. The house appeared to be quiet, and the deep sound of someone snoring caused my lip to lift in a smirk. The guys were all so cute in their own way, and having met them over the summer would most likely prove to be a life-long friendship with each of them.
I snuck down the hall and stopped as I reached the kitchen and realized there was someone standing by the window, looking out toward the lake.
"Clay?" I turned and smiled as he glanced my way.
"Hey, Cora. How are you?" He walked over and gave me a friendly hug. "Did you leave the oaf in there asleep?"
"Yeah." My heart constricted as I glanced back down the hall. "Tell him that I needed to get back to my own bed?"
"Sure, but that's a weird message to leave him." He chuckled. "Is your bed so much better than his?"
"It's far safer." I laughed, but the sound fell flat. "Anyway, I should be going."
"Cora." Clay reached out and gripped my wrist likely. "You know that you don't have to care about him just because he cares about you. He's a big boy. If you don't want this thing between you-”
"What?" I smirked. "Why would you think that?"
"I don't." He crossed his arms over his chest. "But I can tell you that he does want it. He's not stopped talking about you since you guys bumped into each other at your cabin the first day."