I told him what Brad had said, shaking my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe he just did that.”
“I can.” Rook's eyes hardened and he growled, “That motherfucker is an egotistical asshole.”
“Yep,” I agreed and glanced over his shoulder. “Where’s Trevor?”
“Called away for wedding duty. You change your mind about telling him about you and Brad?”
“No, I’m not doing that to my brother. This mess is my mistake.” I shook my head. “You think we’ll be missed if we skip dinner?”
“Probably.” Interest sparked in his eyes. “But I don’t care if you don’t. What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, I gestured for him to follow me. “Something we’ll both actually enjoy on this trip.”
Rook’s grin turned boyish. “Please tell me we’re going to the sauna.”
The large red cedar sauna cocooned us in warmth with soft recessed lighting outlining the ceiling and wide window blinds we’d closed to the outside world. A stack of fluffy, white towels was the only decoration.
Rook, sitting on the wooden bench wearing nothing more than a loose white towel around his hips, leaned back against the ergonomic backrest with his eyes closed and a relaxed grin tilting his lips. "This is like heaven in the middle of fucking hell."
I chuckled as I lay on the bench opposite him. The dry heat that emanated from four infrared heaters built into the back wall had already thawed the blood I was sure had been frozen in my veins, and sweat beaded on my brow. "We should have been coming here since day one. I wonder if anyone else has been using it."
He simply hummed. "It's mine now. I claim it."
I worried my lips as I stared at him, stealing the image of his smooth bare chest glistening in the warm light. The stupid drama caused by my ex had briefly taken my mind off what had happened between us in that secluded alcove. But now that we were alone, the moment raced back in vivid colors and memorized textures that pricked at my fingertips. I'd seen Rook mostly naked too many times to count, but this was the first time that I could almost taste the mint of his breath.
The weird vibes between us today had retreated, but the questions burning on the tip of my tongue were driving me crazy.
Averting my eyes to the ceiling, I cleared my throat. “Are we ever going to talk about what happened yesterday?”
“What happened?” he asked on a drowsy rasp.
My head whipped to the side, studying his relaxed posture. Did he seriously not know what I was talking about, or was he being deliberately obtuse?
"You kissed me, Rook. No one was watching, and you weren’t doing me a favor. Explain."
Rook's nostrils flared, and he peeked between cracked eyelids. "I don't think you're going to like the answer."
My muscles stiffened. "Whether I like it or not doesn't matter because now I really need to know."
He paused, holding my gaze before he sat up and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "Yesterday morning, when I came back to our room…I heard you."
I sat up too. "Heard me what? I was just looking for something to wear."
He gave a slow shake of his head. "Before that."
I tensed as dread bloomed into a deep dark chasm that filled every nook and cranny of my entire body. No. "Heard what, exactly?"
"You. In the shower." Rook tilted his head, his whiskey eyes laser focused on mine. "You said my name."
Already shaking my head, I fumbled for the words to explain. To not make things worse. But he knew. "You didn’t come back until I was out of the shower."
"That’s not a denial, which by the way would be pointless. I know what I heard. But I wasn't sure what to do, so I went back into the hall and pretended to come back in."
"You pretended…" This was bad, and I was afraid to ask the extent of the damage. "How much did you hear?"
An unexpected shy grin curled his lips. "Well, I’m not sure how far along you were at that point, but I stayed."
"You listened?" I snapped as a hot flush rushed through my body made worse by the stifling temperature. "What the hell?"
"I’m sorry, okay? I just froze."
"You froze." I glared.
"What do you want me to say? Because I don’t think you're going to like the answers you get if you keep asking questions."
The warning in his tone set me on edge. "Tell me."
His gaze dropped to my lips before blazing a lazy, heated path down to my chest, stomach and settling on the towel covering my cock. His jaw clenched before his gaze snapped back to mine.
"It was hot"—his voice lowered to a tense growl—"and I was tempted to join you. Is that what you want to hear, Noah? That I was hard as fuck, picturing you fucking your hand? How I wondered what you were imagining?"
My lungs screamed for oxygen with the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. It came out on a rush of denial. "Liar."
He slowly shook his head and reached down, adjusting an obvious bulge beneath the towel. "Does this look like a damn lie? Even thinking about it…" He gripped his shaft through the towel, and all the blood in my body rushed to my cock. “You said my name. Tell me the truth, Noah. Did you or did you not come while thinking about me?”
Words might have well been a foreign concept for all the good they were doing me. I had no idea how to respond.
My body buzzed with nervous energy.
He arched a brow. "Would it help if I admitted my dirty secret?"
"Depends on what it is," I hedged, afraid of what he might say.
A cocky edge transformed his grin. "After kissing you, the first time, I jacked off thinking about it. Not once. Or twice. I've gotten off to that shit more times than I can count."
“Bullshit,” I whispered, because it made no sense. "You're straight."
“My cock doesn’t seem to give a shit about, or agree with, that." One of his hands was gripping the edge of the bench so tight, his knuckles had turned white. The other still lazily cupped his cock that was dangerously close to slipping free from the loosened towel. "Now answer the question. What were you thinking about?”
“Rook…" My voice shook. "This is a bad idea.”
And yet it felt unstoppable. Inevitable. Such a bad idea.
“Maybe," he agreed and stroked himself through the towel. "Was I sucking your cock?”
Just the words on his lips made me bite back a moan. I shook my head. "No."
He stared at me as if he was trying to unlock all of my secrets. “Was I fucking you? Were you fucking me?”
My cock jerked, and the moan accidentally slipped free. “Jesus, Rook.”
He groaned and slid his hand down his toned stomach, dipping beneath the towel. His hand started moving, his fist pumping. “Was I playing with your tight asshole, finger fucking you until you sobbed my fucking name and begged me to fill your tight ass with my cock?”
Holy shit. I clenched my jaw to keep myself from trying to bring relief to my cock.
"Do it," he said with a dare in his eyes. "I want to see it."