Brainy and the Beast (33 page)

I groaned at the way he was squeezing my dick inside the rough washcloth. And I groaned again at the thought of how he was going to quote me.

“Oh, yes. I believe it was ‘a fuck’s a fuck.’” He rolled my balls in the washcloth as he recited it. “Did I get that right? Didn’t you tell me that on one of our long-distance conversations a few weeks ago?”

Now I was really panting. “Uh. Uh-huh.” I couldn’t even be bothered to deny it.

He tugged on me again, really working me as he shifted the cloth to my ass, washing my hole. “So you’ve continued with that credo as long as you could. Can.” The washcloth dropped to the tub with a plop. “As much as I make it clear that I think I’m getting a little more involved, you still act like we’re fuck buddies.” He tilted my chin, and I eyed him sideways over my shoulder. “That
is
the correct term, isn’t it?” Henry gave a strong pull to my dick, then cupped my balls, measuring them. “Yes?”

I nodded obediently. “Yes.” I shook my head. “Um, no.” Wait, which was it? “You’re not. We’re not.” My breath hitched as he pressed on my perineum, and I nestled my head against his shoulder. The oversize showerhead drenched us, and for a crazy second, I imagined we were in Hawaii, fucking under a waterfall. “God. Yeah.”

“Perhaps you should rinse off.” Henry stepped out of the tub without another word, grabbing a towel and briskly drying himself.

If the son of a bitch hadn’t had a hard-on that was pulsing and flushed deep red, I’d have thought he was as emotionless as he was pretending. I rinsed as fast as I could and followed him out of the tub. By that time, he was already brushing his teeth, and he watched me in the wide mirror.

I deliberately bumped against him as I stepped to the sink. There was a long counter in my bathroom but only one sink. It hadn’t mattered at all in the ten years I’d been here, but now I was kind of glad that we had to share a sink.

“I think I’m figuring it out.” I wet my toothbrush. Our eyes met in the glass. “You might be the genius, but I know that you were pretty pissed when I—um, when I kind of wouldn’t say…”

He spat into the sink. “That you
kind of
have feelings for me?”

“Um. Yeah.” I squirted paste onto my brush. “So maybe it took me longer to figure it out. But I’m here now. And I think you’re making me pay for making you wait.” I shoved the brush into my mouth so I’d stop talking.

Henry’s brows arched before he squinted at me. “You think so, do you?” Rinsing, he tossed his brush into the glass on the counter.

Nodding, I tried not to squirm under his considering gaze. It felt damned ridiculous standing there naked, shifting from foot to foot, and my dick hard and leaking as I scrubbed my pearly whites. I quickly spit and rinsed just to break eye contact for a moment or two.

“Yeah. I do.”

Henry adjusted the towel wrapped around his hips and ran his tongue over his teeth. “Maybe you’re right.” He eyed me with what looked like reluctant respect, and that just tickled me. At any other time I would have laughed outright. But not now. This was too important.

I wiped my hands and mouth, then tossed the towel aside. “I know I am. Feels kind of good too.” I moved in on him, nudging him until his back was to the mirror and his ass rested on the edge of the counter. I caged him with both hands flat alongside. “In fact, it feels”—I leaned in to nip his throat, then soothe it with a lick—“damned good”—I nibbled on his earlobe—“to know I’m as fricking smart as you are.” I covered his mouth with mine.

Henry’s legs spread as he accepted my weight, and he moaned. Withdrawing an inch or two, his lips quirked. “I’m not so sure that’s what this means.”

His hands cupped my ass, bringing me in tight, and I eagerly rocked my hips into his. Then I sent my tongue searching for the back of his throat, thrusting, taking. Owning.

I broke off long enough to whisper. “God, you’re so damned hot. You don’t even try and you are.”

Henry yanked me back close, his fingers tangled in my hair. I did chuckle then, the sound muffled in our kiss. It was a happy little laugh that faded as we went at each other. Our kiss was heated, wet, crazy. He tugged on the strands at the back of my head, his legs locking around me. There were grunts and sighs as we squeezed each other.

I scooted closer, then managed to jam my leg into the drawer pull. The sound I made was half a moan from Henry dipping his fingers down my crease, and half a cry of pain from the metal jabbing my kneecap.

Henry jerked his head back. “What?” He searched my face in concern.

I reached down to rub my knee. “Nothing. I just rammed my leg into the damned drawer.” It hadn’t affected my stiffie, though. Not one bit. Thank God.

With a crooked smile, Henry traced a hand down my thigh. “Maybe we should move this over there.” He jerked his head toward the bedroom door. “I wouldn’t want you to injure anything…important.”

Snorting in agreement, I took his hand and pulled him off the counter. “You’d be ticked if I did. That’s for sure. ’Cause this is all for you.” Giving my shaft a stroke with my other hand, I sent a naughty look his way.

Laughing, he tossed the towel aside and began stalking me. “Yes. It is. We’ve established that without a doubt.” The gleam in his Jaguar blues was beautiful to see. I could most definitely tell that Henry was feeling way more comfortable about me. About this. About us.

I was too.

But right then the playful look of his got me revved. I hightailed it through the door, diving onto the bed from about five feet away. Before I could turn on my back, before I could even get cold, Henry followed me down, his weight pinning me. Sometimes his runner’s strength still surprised me.

“Gotcha.” He got ahold of my wrists and pulled my arms out to the sides, flattening me to the mattress. One after another, he shoved his knees between my legs and nudged them open, spreading me wide.

I grunted at that. “Jesus, Henry. What’s gotten into—” I gasped as his dick bumped my taint, sending a flash of heat through me. “Oh. Oh, God. Do that again.” When he complied, I buried my face in the down comforter and bent my knees, easing my legs farther apart.

He snaked a hand under me, teasing me with soft touches to my balls. “These are mine now.” Propping himself on one forearm, he got his hand wrapped around me, squeezing and tugging.

Thank you, Jesus
. I began rocking into his hand, then raised my ass in the air. That pushed his weight upward, and he obliged by shifting to his knees behind me.

His wet dick pressed near my hole. “Mine. This is mine too.”

I whimpered, practically gnawing on the denim bedcover. “Henry.”

“Shh.” He released me long enough to run his hands up my belly to my chest.

When his fingers feathered over my nipples, I sighed and rocked backward into the cradle of his hips. He followed up with twisting pinches to my tits. “Good. ’S good.” I groaned when his hands slid up to my shoulders. He used his grip to pull me into him, then nudged his dick into my balls several times. Those gentle pushes were enough to make my cock twitch and leak. “Please, Doc.”
Please.

“Okay. Okay.” One long arm reached for the rubbers we kept on the nightstand. “Just let me get ready.”

It was crazy. I wanted him inside me so badly. Wanted him deep. Hard. I fumbled for the lube, my hand slapping the wood surface twice before I found it. “Here!” I tossed it back to him.

He chuckled softly. Two wet fingers pressing into me confirmed his catching skills. “So impatient. So demanding.”

The stretch, the burn were good. And necessary. “Uh-huh.”
Always
. “More.”

“With pleasure.” He gave it to me, fingers plunging deep and spreading me wide.

Stubborn bastard stayed away from my gland, though, and I couldn’t help but whine. “Damn it, Doc. Give it to me!”

“And this”—he pressed deeply one more time, then withdrew—“this is what I love.” I cried out as his fingers disappeared, then rubbed my cheek on the bedding when I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper. “You. The way you want me.”

I nodded into the cover, the rough fabric scratchy and catching on my stubble. I did want him.
Oh, yeah.

“You’re so stubbornly blind about this.” His cock was lined up at my hole. “About us.” It spread me, slowly opening me. “But now”—I grunted as the head popped in—“you understand. You get it.” He pushed in farther. “No more pretending.” He slid all the way in, and I cried out.

“Doc!” I lifted myself up, shoving my hands at the headboard to increase my push.

“Ah-ah, Nicholas.” He grabbed my hips, holding me still. “This is my show now.” Bastard took his sweet time pulling back, almost to the point that his dick left me. Those few seconds when he hung there, holding me stretched open with the head of his cock, had me practically on fire.

“Goddamn it, Henry! I’m supposed to be the one who talks too much during sex! Will you please shut up and fuck me? Hard?”

I couldn’t even mind his triumphant laugh because he shoved himself all the way back in at the same time. “Finally!”

I chanted his name as he thrust deep, over and over. There was also a lot of “more” and “uhn” and just plain old grunts and groans. “Oh, God.” He was bottoming out inside me.

“You.” Now even Dr. Love was grunting. “This.” I could barely understand him. “Mine.” He shoved in and froze, a low groan spilling from deep in his chest.

“No-no!”
Shit, I was almost there
. I left one hand flat on the wood to keep my body pushed tight to him, and the other grabbed my dick, jerking frantically. “Uhn. Yes.
Yes. Please
.”

When Henry’s hand covered mine, slowing my pace, I almost—
almost
—whined. Until I heard his whisper.

“Let me.” With his other arm supporting most of his weight, his hips remained tucked against my ass as he nudged my fist away. “Please. Let me.” He continued to roll his hips, but his momentum had slowed. He pushed inside me deliberately, and I could feel every inch of his length as he moved in and out. I panted and moaned at his pace.

He was no longer the triumphant conqueror. Instead, his voice was soft, rumbling against my ear. “Just for you. All for you.” He circled and pulled and caressed my dick as he kissed and licked at my ear, my neck, my shoulder. “Please, Nicholas. Please.”

It was that last “please” that did it. He was so focused on me, on us.

With a long, low groan, I arched my back under him and started spurting. “God!” My muscles locked for long moments, and I barely heard him whispering encouragement in my ear. When the last spasm faded, my forehead dropped back to the bed, and I groaned as my legs gave out. Henry’s hand was still around my dick when his body trapped mine against the bed.

“Holy shit.” I mumbled it into my biceps.

And I was in the wet spot.

“Mm-hmm.” Even the humming sound that normally tripped my trigger barely caused a ripple of sensation over my skin.

Henry’s face was glued to my sweaty back, and he was surprisingly heavy on top of me. But for some reason it felt damned good.

He finally moved with a groan. “I’ve got to get rid of this.” He pushed off the bed, and I heard him stumble to the bathroom.

“You know, if you weren’t so damned finicky, you could just throw it on the floor for now.”

“You cannot be serious.” His steps stopped halfway back to the bed.

I didn’t have to look at him to know the expression he’d have on his beautiful face. I hid a grin in the cover. “Why not?”

“Because…because it’s unsanitary, for one thing.” He yanked the covers back on his side of the bed. “Not to mention disgusting.”

“I don’t know. Never bothered me.”

“Nicholas. You’re not in college any longer. And scoot up.”

I obligingly lifted up enough for him to get the cover and sheet from under me. “I didn’t go to college.” I still couldn’t look at him.

“Fine. High school. Mechanic school. Whatever.” He plopped onto his back with a huge sigh, then huffed another breath when he had to reach down to pull up the blanket.

I rolled to face him, tucking the covers around me. “I was just jerking your chain, Doc.” I had a huge grin on my face, and I dodged the halfhearted slap he sent my way. “How about this? Tomorrow I’ll go get a trash can to put right next to the bed, ’kay?” Anything to keep him with me and happy.

He shifted to his side too. “I know you think I’m stuffy and probably a pain in the neck.” He bit his lip. “I’ve been wondering if that’s what was holding you back. Why you wouldn’t commit.”

Whoa
. Serious stuff. “What?”

He touched a finger to the tip of my nose. “You are so different from me. We’re different.” His hand dropped to the mattress between us.

“Yeah. I don’t have sixteen degrees from MIT.” It wasn’t too late to guard my heart, was it?

He rolled his eyes. “Please. As if those know-it-alls have a clue.” Sobering, he looked straight into my eyes. “It has nothing to do with education and everything to do with intelligence. Why do you want me? I’m old-fashioned—”

“Not in bed.”

He manfully ignored my interruption. “I’m hard to get along with.”

Kind of hard to argue with that one. I grimaced in quasi-agreement.

“I spend a lot of time working, and when I’m not working, I’m reading about work or I’m tending to my fish.”

“Yeah. That damned clown fish keeps you pretty busy. Did I tell you, by the way, I think he’s in love with that blue thingy you just got?”

“On top of that, we’re—what? What do you mean, Oscar is in love with the blue thingy? Do you mean Barbara? My new damsel?”

Well. That had gotten his attention. “She is quite a showgirl.” At his impatient look, I hurried to explain. “Um. I saw them hanging out together in the corner of the tank the last time I was there.”

“Hmm.”

I grabbed his fingers, tugging them to my chest. “Doc.” I waved my hand in front of his eyes. “Focus. Jeez. You talk about me. Forget about the fish. They’re fine.” I scooted closer. “You want to know what I see in you?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“I can’t even believe a guy like you needs me to reassure him.” I sighed. “But here goes. You
are
smart. Damned smart. And yes, I do like that in a guy. It turns me on something fierce. You already know that.” He nodded again, and I flashed a grin. “Yeah. And you know you really crank my engine when you…” Shit. This was going to be harder than I’d thought. “Um.” I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “When you say—”