Page 106 of Pretty Nightmare

And yet here I am.

So why am I sitting here on the bed?

I get up, still naked from last night, and walk into the bathroom. It’s steamy, but I can see the outline of McKay’s body through the shower glass. He’s got his back to me. Washing his hair.

I pull open the shower door and step inside, and he whirls, like he’s gonna attack.

“What? Did you forget you’re in love with me?”

He grins at me. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah. One of these days we’ll get there.”

We didn’t get that far last night. It was too overwhelming. Too exciting. Too much of nearly everything.

McKay moves over and pans his hands to the rain shower falling from the ceiling. I step under it and close my eyes to get wet.

When I open them, he’s leaning against the tile wall, jerking off, a sly, lazy grin smeared across his face. My hand reaches down and starts tugging on my half-erect cock. Our eyes are locked and then I step towards him and take his other hand and place it over mine. He grips and begins to pump our hands up and down my shaft.

“Did Indie teach you that?” He nods to his hand on my cock. “That’s her cheat.”

“Yeah. She got me. Just a couple days ago. You?”

“Fuck that. I know all her tricks. I don’t fall for any of them.”

“Whatever. You were sleeping with her the day she showed up at your workshop.”

He shrugs. “That was my decision. Not hers.” He stands up, takes my hand, and places it over his. And I start guiding him. Long, slow strokes. Then I lean in and kiss him.

But it’s a short kiss. And this is gonna be a short interlude.

Everything about us is still way too overwhelming. Way too exciting. We’re too much of everything to care about making it last. Because that’s how beginnings are. They feel like they will last forever and you have all the time in the world to do those other things. Beginnings are about living in the moment. Seizing the fucking day and smelling those goddamn roses.

I come in his hand first. I don’t even care that it took like two minutes. I don’t care. Because there’s more where this came from. And then I lean against him, pushing into his chest and pinning him against the tiled wall. I reach down and cup his balls with my newly unoccupied hand while the other one picks up the pace and strokes him harder. Faster.

I lean into his neck and whisper, “If you ever fuck another girl, Core McKay, you had better invite me along.”

He laughs. And I probably just fucked up his moment, but I don’t care. I’m dead serious.

“Shut up and jerk me off, Adam. We have business today.”

“Say, ‘I agree, Adam.’”

“Or what?” He tips his chin up, challenging me. But it’s not a real challenge.

I don’t really have a threat ready. So I make one up on the fly. “I’ll take away your tools.”

He laughs again.

“I’ll have someone hack into your stupid Etsy store and change all the prices.”

“You’re a dumbass.” Then he points at me. “Do not fuck with my Etsy store.”

I grin. “Say, ‘I agree, Adam.’”

“There are no girls. It was a precautionary loophole.”

“Say, ‘I agree, Adam.’”