Page 9 of Bourbon Deceit
Orrrrrrr I could do what I so curiously wanted to do and defy the man and walk right into his bedroom. I never liked straying from being myself . . . so I puffed my chest, gave myself a quick pep talk, and walked into his room, making myself right at home.
The spooky hallway was a stark contrast to Kace’s actual room. I was kind of shocked. It was so cozy, so welcoming. He didn’t have much on the walls but the neutral tones he used made the whole room feel warm and inviting.
Taking in his surroundings, I noticed there really weren’t any kind of personal items hanging on the walls or on display. The only thing I assumed was a memento from his past life was a pair of boxing gloves hanging on the wall and a picture of him and Jett that was framed and on his night stand. Other than that, it was a pretty bland room.
There was a door open next to the window in the corner of his room so I crept toward it, trying to be quiet. As I worked my way forward, I heard a shower running and stopped in my tracks.
Kace was showering. Kace, the brooding but oh-so-hot man, was showering! I needed to leave for many reasons but as I told myself that, my feet seemed to move forward rather than backward.
Curiosity won out as I walked forward and snuck a peek into his bathroom. It was a little smaller than mine but still updated and nice. There were a few male hygiene products on the bathroom counter and a green toothbrush, but that was about it. My eyes wandered to the glass-encased shower that was steaming up, but not steaming up enough, because what I saw had me panting like a damn dog in heat.
Kace stood in the middle of the shower, naked and totally lost in the water dripping down his body. His hands were running through his hair, showing off his well-defined muscles as well as the tattoo that was still a mystery to me. It was along his rib cage but was in such loopy cursive that I had a really hard time reading it. His muscles flexed as he moved with the water and droplets ran off his skin like the sexiest damn rain I’d ever seen.
Cleaning his body with a bar of soap, I watched his hand run across each curve of his torso, along his thick pecs, and along his powerful arms. I held on to the side of the door, my breathing erratic from the soft porn I was watching. Kace was hotter than I could ever imagine.
I looked closer—because I can’t control my wandering eyes—and noticed a deep v-cut in his waist. It pointed my eyes farther south, very south, until . . .
Hello!
Holy fuck, Kace was seriously packing, like those are some balls I want in my mouth. He was just as big as Jett and just as trimmed. I wondered what he might look like when he was erect. Every nerve in my body was set on fire as I tried to pry my eyes away, but I couldn’t, I was fascinated. I was entranced, I was peeping at a penis that I shouldn’t be but yummy was he hot.
His hand ran down his body even farther and washed the length of his penis, making it stand slightly to attention from his touch. I heard a slight groan release from his mouth as his hand traveled back up his body and across his stomach. Even the little grunt coming from the steamy shower turned me on. Even though I knew my heart was saved for Jett, there was still a little part of it that was saved for Kace and right now, that little part was beating wildly.
Totally fixed on the little show playing in my head where Kace came at me with his ravishing cock, I missed the fact that the shower had turned off and Kace was now standing in front of me, naked.
“Get a good show?” he asked reaching for a towel, still not covering up.
I didn’t know what to say other than, “Errrr, doye,” so I kept my mouth shut.
He wiped droplets of water out of his hair as he continued to show off his now growing erection.
He was turned on from me staring at him, and I was turned on because he was so damn sexy that I didn’t have enough confidence to walk away.
“You know, I never stare at you like that so I would hope for the same respect,” Kace said as he wrapped a towel around his waist, which still showed off his erection.
Shaking my head free of all the amazing and glorious thoughts of Kace, I looked up at him and said, “Just thought I would show you how I felt every night.”
“I’m pretty sure the members don’t drool,” he said, pointing to the corner of my mouth.
I quickly ran the back of my hand across my lips, wiping away the apparent drool that collected during Kace’s one-eyed monster show.
“There was no drool,” I lied, which made the corner of Kace’s lip twitch.
“You forget the fact that I have eyes, Lo. There was drool. Now you can tell me what you’re doing here or you can get the fuck out.”
Always such a moody bastard.
I looked him up and down one last time, taking in his well-defined six pack, the smoothness of his chest, and the way his muscles flexed when he got angry. I was working my way back up to his eyes when I spotted more bruising. Automatically, without even thinking, I walked up to him and touched his ribs gently.
He flinched from my touch as I asked, “What happened to you?”
“Drop it, Lo.” He pulled away and walked to his sink.
“I’m not going to drop it when you have bruises all over your body and you missed a workout. Clearly you were in some kind of trouble and you must be embarrassed or something. You can talk to me, Kace.”
The momentum of his body startled me as he swung around and pinned me against the wall. He got right in my face and said, “First of all, what did I tell you about being friends? It’s never going to fucking happen. Second of all, if I was ever in some kind of trouble, then I would be able to take out whoever came my way.” He raised his fist and said, “Do you see this? This will fucking kill a person, so don’t underestimate my ability to take care of myself ever again.”
His tone of voice was so deep, so evil that he was actually scaring me.
