Alaric
Smack, smack, smack.
The sound echoed off the tiles, loud enough to cut through the roar of the shower.
It was the sound of our bodies meeting, wet skin against wet skin, over and over, and it pushed every thought I had right out of my head.
There was no room left in there for Miami, or the paddock, or anything else that had kept me awake for the past week and a half.
I had both hands pressed flat against the dark stone wall, my fingers spread out and digging into the grout as I tried to hold myself steady against him.
Hot water poured down my back and ran along my spine before it dripped off my knuckles, but I had stopped paying attention to it.
The water could have been ice cold and I doubt I would have felt the difference. All I could feel was Nico, pressed against me and his cock moving inside me from behind, and the heat coming off his body was the only warmth that mattered to me.
