Regret twisted Benji’s face briefly, then a sad smile eased across his face. “It was the same weekend our lives changed forever. The last time we got ripped was at Barney’s, actually. The next night was the comedy club.”
Silence filled the room as we all stared at each other. No words were necessary. All three of us had been there that night. There was a distinct possibility that two of us wouldn’t be in this room alive if it hadn’t been for Layne, and we all knew it.
“Tonight will be about moving forward.” Benji rubbed the unshed tears from his eyes. “You’ll have your results, it’s my first night out, and we’re surrounded by family and friends. That’s my focus.” He inhaled, then that beautiful smile lit him up from the inside out. “We’ve got our entire lives ahead of us, and I’m looking forward to sharing the adventure with both of you.”
Layne took his turn, tapping a ball lightly and sending it into the far-right pocket.
Benji shook his head. “Remind me to get him drunk before I play him again.”
I couldn’t suppress my giggle, then gave Layne a meaningful look. “It was the first night I saw you.”
“Oh, I remember that very well,” Benji chimed in, his mouth forming a big O. “You had my girl rattled to her very core. I’d never seen her so fucked up. Avery and I were ready to send you packing.” Benji’s chest puffed up with his words, his protectiveness not lessening just because he was in a wheelchair.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, Ten.” Layne pinned me with those smoky-blue eyes, and I nearly melted in my seat. “And I’m glad I saw you. I actually had no idea you were even out here, but we’ve talked about all of that already.”
“And here we are.” I hung my head upside down over the side of the couch, my long blond hair grazing the carpeted floor. “Never in a million years did I think we’d all be here together right now, discussing DNA results.”
The cherrywood grandfather clock struck five, sending me jumping off the couch. “Shit. I forgot about that damned thing.”
The guys laughed as they put their pool sticks away.
“Thanks for playing, man.” Benji wheeled over to Layne and shook his hand. All the years of competitive sports they had played must have kept them in the habit of shaking hands.
“I should take a shower and find some clothes to wear for tonight.”
“Oh, Mom told me to let you know that your clothes and toiletries were packed and brought over for you.”
“Really? Who grabbed them from the house?”
Benji shrugged. “Maybe one of the bodyguards or something. I have no clue who had their hands on your panties.” Benji snickered at his own joke.
“As long as Layne is the one taking them off, I couldn’t care less.” I winked at Layne then left the room.
“I think that was an invitation.” Benji’s voice trailed down the hallway, reaching my ears.
Giggling, I hurried into my temporary bedroom and jumped on the bed. My nerves were wound up tighter than Santa’s belt on Christmas Eve. I chewed on my bottom lip, waiting to see if Layne was going to show up or not. A minute passed, but no boyfriend. I wrinkled my nose in disappointment, hopped up, and closed my door. At least I would have plenty of time to doll up for the night. I’d never cared before, but with Layne in my life, I wanted to look nice. Maybe I would even curl my hair. My mind wandered to his hands running through the soft strands and down my body, and my senses immediately heightened.
I grabbed my iPhone and made a beeline for the shower. Some music would put me in the mood for the festivities. I scrolled through Spotify and landed on my newest angsty playlist. The tunes were all about the drumbeats. The music floated through the speaker, and I placed the phone on the vanity counter. Steam filled the bathroom as I stepped out of my clothes and into the spray of hot water. I closed my eyes and allowed it to consume me, melting the stress from my shoulders.
“Can I join you?” The shower door opened, and Layne peered in, waiting for permission.
“Yes,” I laughed, relieved. The whole wanting sex thing was new to me, and I sometimes struggled with the idea of being so vulnerable. I pulled him in and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said while he nipped at my earlobe and grabbed my ass cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of Benji. I guess I’m used to not having a filter around him, and I didn’t stop to realize it might make you uncomfortable.”
“You’re fine. I’m just getting to know him, and before you know it, we’ll all be joking openly.” His thumb traced my bottom lip, then he gently turned me around.
I leaned up against the wall and parted my legs. He cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples while he rubbed his hard cock against the curve of my butt. “We’ll have to wait until later tonight,” he groaned. “I accidentally left the new box of condoms in my car. I bought some while you were gone today.”
I turned to face him, pouting. My finger trailed down his chest to his stomach. “Guess we’ll have to find something else to do instead.” I sank to my knees, my tongue licking the stream of water off his abs. I glanced up at him while I took the tip of his thick shaft in my mouth.
“Ten,” he gasped, his fingers threading through my wet hair.
I stroked him firmly while I gazed up at him. Water streamed down my face as I slipped him into my mouth, sucking him. His lips parted, and he cautiously moved his hips back and forth with me. I continued to stroke him as I gently sucked on his balls, eliciting a deep growl from him. He closed his fingers around my tit and kneaded my sensitive flesh. I picked up my speed, stroking him faster. My body reacted, and my pussy ached for him to fill me up. A whimper escaped me as he quickened his pace. My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, and I dug my nails into his legs. I was so fucking turned on. All I had to do to was slip my hand between my thighs and I would come.
“Babe, if you don’t want to swallow, then …”
I pulled him out of my mouth and stood. “Thank you. Someday I will, but I need some time. For now, I want to watch you jack off on me.”
“Jesus. That’s fucking hot.” He wiped the water from his face, his attention never leaving me.
I sank onto the bench seat and leaned against the wall. His eyes followed me while I spread my legs and slid my hand down to my throbbing center. “I need you inside me later tonight. Do you understand?” I asked, my tone demanding.
“Fuck this.” Layne dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs. He pulled my sensitive bud between his teeth and pumped his fingers in and out of my wet folds.
My back arched off the wall, and my hips ground against him. “Baby,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come.”
His tongue ran up my slit, then he stood and grabbed his long, hard cock, which I wanted in me so badly. His body visibly shuddered while he stroked himself, his eyes never leaving me while I touched myself.
“This what you want?” I asked, my tongue darting out of my mouth.
Layne’s free hand landed on the shower wall, and every muscle tensed. My entire being burned with desire as I watched him come. He was magnificent, strong, and sexy as hell. I’d never wanted to watch a guy get off before, but this was different. Layne loved me, and every moment of fun we had physically only brought us closer.