An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(60)

He sat there, torturing himself with the view, until Vic declared he was done and headed for the showers.

The word conjured up some very delightful images that did nothing to relieve Rob’s rigid dick. He waited for a moment, his heart pounding at the ideas running rampant through his head right then, until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He got up off the floor and went toward the lockers.

There was no one in sight, and Rob walked as quietly as possible to peer around the corner into the communal shower. Vic stood alone under the spray, his muscles rippling as he soaped his body, those powerful, large hands suddenly soft and gentle.

Those same hands that Rob wanted to feel moving over his body.

His heartbeat raced as he slipped back toward the lockers, his breathing quickening.

He found Vic’s bag stuffed under the bench and began to undress, folding his clothes in a neat pile on top of it. When he was finally naked, he strode purposefully toward the shower, his mind made up. He wanted more than just a pat on the back or a squeeze of his shoulder, and it was about time Vic realized that. Rob hadn’t lied when he told Vic he’d thought about being on the receiving end of Vic’s cock. He’d thought about it until the idea threatened to consume him. And right then?

It was all he could think about.




VIC DUCKED his head under the spray, rinsing off the sweat. He gave a start at the feel a hand on his back and turned to find—

Mother of God. Rob stood there, one hand covering his dick, the other in midair. Vic was torn between feasting his eyes on a finally naked Rob and wondering what the hell was coming next. He pulled himself together and took a breath before speaking.

“And who says you get to shower? That generally happens after you’ve finished working up a sweat.” He raised his eyebrows. “Since when does guy-watching do that?”

Rob swallowed and lowered his hands to his sides. “I decided I couldn’t wait for the man in the shower to get his head out of his arse.”

Before Vic could come back with a witty retort, Rob lowered himself to the tiled floor, his gaze fixed on Vic’s cock, his eyes widening at the sight of Vic’s piercing. When he wrapped a trembling hand around Vic’s shaft, a shudder coursed through Vic.

“Rob?” The whispered name crept over his lips.

Rob didn’t say a word, but simply leaned forward, licked his lips, and opened his mouth to get what Vic guessed to be his initial taste of cock. More importantly, Vic’s cock.

That first tentative suck was heaven. Then it got even better. Vic wanted nothing more than to grab Rob’s head and thrust deep into the recesses of Rob’s throat, but it was clear one of them had to be sensible. With a groan he stepped back, pulling his dick from Rob’s mouth with a soft pop. It was then Vic realized Rob wasn’t the only one who was trembling.

Rob’s face fell. “Did I do it wrong?”

Oh, holy shit. His lips had been soft, his mouth warm. His sucking, after that first hesitant attempt, had grown more determined.

“You did…. Wow… that was fucking hot,” Vic managed to get out.

“Then why did you make me stop?” Rob demanded, raising his hand once more.

Vic clasped a hand around Rob’s wrist. “Because, in case you hadn’t noticed, we are in a public place, and I don’t fancy getting nicked for indecent exposure.”

Rob’s eyes widened, as if it had just dawned on him for the first time. Vic could understand that reaction: a surge of lust had clouded many people’s better judgment. But before he could say as much, Rob leaped up and darted out of the shower.

Damn it. Vic hurriedly flipped off the shower before grabbing his towel from its hook. There was no way he was about to let Rob feel guilty for the step he’d just taken. He strode into the locker room to find Rob squirming into clothes that clung to his damp form.

“Stop,” Vic called out.

Rob froze, his breathing rapid, his chest rising and falling.

Vic walked up to him and placed his hands on Rob’s shoulders. “Listen to me,” he said quietly. “One, you did nothing wrong, do you hear me?”

Rob blinked, his mouth opening and closing.

Vic continued. “Two, you’re not the first man to want to blow someone in those showers, and I doubt you’ll be the last.”

That raised a half smile, and Vic was pleased to note Rob breathed more evenly.

Encouraged, he cupped Rob’s cheek. “And three?” He leaned in close to whisper in Rob’s ear. “Keep that thought until we get home, because we are not done, you hear me? Not by a long shot. Because when we get there, I want your lips around my cock again.”

And this time he wanted to watch as Rob swallowed his load.

Judging by the way Rob’s pupils grew large, Vic didn’t think he’d have any issue with that plan.





Chapter Eighteen


THE SECOND the front door shut behind them, Vic didn’t hesitate. “We need to talk.”

Rob stared at him. “Now?” There was a hint of a whine. “But I thought we were going to—”

Vic met his stare. “Now.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said. Lounge. Now.” He’d had a chance to reflect during the drive home, and once he’d cooled off and stopped thinking with his dick, he realized there was something vital he needed to know before they went any further.