Page 36 of Playing Cowboy
Chapter Sixteen
Chet
“No bubbles?”
Grady swirls the bathwater with a long, wet finger, plain white towel clinging magically to his waist as he bends over the big porcelain tub.An involuntary shiver races through his body as he admits, “I don’t use those ...anymore.”
I snicker, already thick beneath my own thin towel and once again entranced by his manly curves and rugged angles.“Anymore?”I chuckle.“Care to elaborate?”
“Let’s just say I ran out of lube one time back in high school and had to use, uh...”
“Bubble bath?”I finish for him.
“Instead,” Grady finishes.“Man, lemme tell ya.My prick spat bubbles for a week!”
“I think that’s an urban legend,” I tease as we linger outside the tub until Grady’s grinning face and dripping finger tell me the water temperature is finally up to his exacting standards.
“Yeah, well, tell that to my urologist, buddy!”
We laugh gaily, the long day of meetings, conference calls, and brainstorming sessions finally at an end.He’s naked underneath the towel, but even if I never saw his cock again, I’d still be content to admire the breadth of his broad chest, the sinews in his long arms, and those big, strong hands.
Hell, who am I kidding?I’d just about die if I never saw his cock again!
“Come on, baby,” he coos, cutting the lights as the candles he spent ten full minutes arranging and rearranging around the master bathroom suite glow stronger in the room’s dim lighting.“Let’s get naked!”
I shiver at the words, at the thoughts, at the implications.Reaching for my towel, I pause and wink.“You first, Cowboy.”
“Fucking tease,” he harumphs, quickly tugging free the knot that barely held his towel on in the first place until it gives, and the soft white material pools at his big, bare feet.
I give a little whistle at his sexy tan lines, unruly thick bush, and long, skinny pecker.“That baby dangles even when soft,” I admire possessively, hardly believing it’s mine, all mine.
“You act like you’re surprised,” he teases, offering his hand.
“I mean, last night happened so fast,” I murmur, releasing my own towel and flattered by the way his eyes widen in reply, especially considering our considerable size difference.“And mostly?In the dark.”
“Nothing dark about this here bathroom,” he counters, helping me into the sunken tub as the warm water sloshes around our feet.“Plenty of light to stare at that pretty little tush of yours.”
We stand in the knee-high water, warm and clear and rippling with our abrupt entrance.I reach for his hands, and instinctively he helps me sink into the water, ass first.It caresses my tender flanks as I sink gently to the bottom.“Nice,” I murmur, admiring his long, lean frame in the candlelight.I wink up at him, face to face with his skinny eight-incher.“And the water feels good, too.”
“Smartass,” he murmurs, gripping the sides of the big, oval tub and sinking in across from me.It’s big, but not giant, and his legs gently slide alongside mine to fit as he sinks into the luxurious water.“Fuck, that feels good, huh?”
I sigh and reach for the bottle of wine on the long wooden ledge that runs alongside the tub.“Such a great idea,” I mutter, filling two stemless wine glasses with the sangria he’d picked up the night before.
“Stick with me, City Boy,” he insists, taking one.“I’m full of them.”
“I bet,” I say a little wistfully as we clink glasses before taking a long, luxurious sip.
