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tattooed in dark red. Cade knew about the tat, had gone with Grant to get it, but he’d never touched it. He found the flow of each character fascinating and traced each one, first with a finger and then a tongue. Grant shivered through each letter.
    Cade followed one water droplet with his fingertip, tracing the jagged trek down Grant’s side, along his hip to his thigh. In slow, deliberate moves, he mimicked the route with his mouth. Grant’s chest heaved as he realized where Cade was headed.
    “Oh God.”
    “Is that a no?” Kneeling, Cade looked up and nearly fell to his ass in amazement. He’d never seen longing written so clearly on anyone’s face. Grant’s eyes were huge and dark, and burned with an internal fire. Spots of color darkened his cheeks. His mouth hung open, his gasping breaths loud even over the torrential showerheads. He reached out with a trembling hand, stroking Cade’s wet hair with a new lover’s caress.
    “I’m not saying no. I’m saying…just nervous.”
    “You’ve had blowjobs before, Grant. This is no different.”
    “Yeah, it is. I’ve nev—”
    “I know you’ve never been with a man.”
    “No,” Grant barked. “I’ve never been with you .” He looked up at the darkened skylight and sighed. “I’m so turned on right now. I’m afraid I’ll pop like a sixteen-year-old, too fast to really enjoy it.”
    The force of Cade’s smile ached on his cheeks. He laid his brow along Grant’s hipbone and struggled to slow his racing heart. “You’re not sixteen, I know what I’m doing and trust me, I’ll make damn sure you enjoy it.”
    Cade pulled every trick and bit of skill from his past. He started gently, teasing, licking and kissing along the tops of Grant’s thighs, letting his breath blow over the taut skin. He licked Grant’s balls until they grew tight, closer to his body. When Grant’s fingers fisted in his wet hair, then and only then did he close his lips over the wide head. A harsh hiss tore through the shower then softened to a low moan. His pulse rate skyrocketed at the silky skin and solid shaft in his mouth. Cade swirled his tongue around the crown, dipping into the tiny slit, tasting the salty pre-come that never ceased.
    Grant was not a small man. His cock jutted thick and proud from a thin patch of dark hair. Strong veins lined the surface, and Cade savored the beat on his tongue. He wanted to show off, he could admit it. Years ago, Grant had confided that Vivi tried but she couldn’t swallow all of him. No one ever had. Cade was going to if it killed him. He wanted Grant to look back on this night as something unique and exceptional. He wanted to be special in a way Vivi never would. Selfish as it was, he accepted that flaw.
    He took a deep breath then relaxed every muscle in his throat, stretching his mouth as wide as he could and letting the rigid cock slide deep. Grant whispered his name in an awed breath. Power rushed over Cade. The full control he had at this minute was as dizzying in its effect as any liquor. Drunk on dominance, when he’d taken all he could, he pushed forward, fighting his gag reflex.
    “Holy fuck!” Grant bucked once, his fingers gripping Cade’s hair so hard it brought tears to his eyes.
    He’d done it, and his accomplishment filled him with primal gloating. He forced his retreat to a slow glide. His achievement was gigantic but he knew he couldn’t do that too much and still talk later, so he settled into a steady rhythm of suck and stroke. The deep reverberating moans echoing over the rushing water fueled his hunger.
    Most of the soap had rinsed away but a small stream of frothy bubbles clung to the hair on Grant’s calf. Cade scooped the slick trail with his fingers then reached between Grant’s thighs, behind his balls. He stroked the hot, damp perineum, inching higher with each touch. He expected Grant to freeze when he touched his asshole but he didn’t. Encouraged, he caressed the tight opening. Grant widened