RARE (THEROCKAFELLABOYSSERIES#1)

"Luke... I'm a virgin."

Luke Holland

I'm pussyfooting around like a damn teenaged boy again. Zoey jumped into the shower to clean up before I take her out for some dinner on our way to the studio. And I'm imagining her in there. All soapy and wet.

I shut the guest room door quietly and slip into the shower room to try beat off some of the tension. The first sounds of a soft moan floating through the wall stops me in my tracks.

No way.

I press my ear to the cool tile and hear the strangled moans. Is Zoey getting herself off? In my bathroom? My erection is suddenly out of hand and the arousal is making it hard to think straight.

Once she calls my name, I'm turning and pressing my back against the shower wall to stop my load from going off. Fuck me. I didn't even touch my dick and I'm already close to coming.

Sweet little Zoey masturbates with my name on her lips.

Kill me.

Just do it.

I shouldn't even be entertaining this type of relationship, hell, I probably should keep away from her all together. But the way she makes me feel? I'm not giving that up for nobody.

I'm not.

Switching on the cold tap, I shove my head under the shower water just as her noises get louder and she's probably nearing her end.

So that's what she sounds like. Hot. I did wonder.

My hand is wrapping around my cock quick when her noises go up a notch and it takes two pumps of my hand before I'm calling out just as loud as she is calling out to me, knocking down a row of shampoo bottles in the process. She goes quiet.

"Luke?" she asks through the wall. I hold my breath. "Luke... did you just hear me?" She sounds mortified.

Sod this.

I jump out the shower and yank up my track pants to stride out of here, feet slamming on the floor until I round the corner and see her wrapped in a towel with round eyes

"I'll take it slow if you need that, Zoey, but I just need to kiss you," I groan, taking her face in my hands to crush our lips together.

She moans. "Oh, Luke."

That voice.

I walk us towards the wall where I press her gently into it. Fingers raking through her soggy strands to cup the back of her head. My chest stops her towel from budging, but she keeps a hand there to secure it anyway.

"You taste so good," I growl when I pull away, pressing tiny kisses all the way down her neck. I swear she smells like cupcakes. "I never took you as the sort to get naughty somewhere someone could just walk in."

She blushes. "I locked the door and a girl has needs, you know."

"Hmm, I do," I say, using my tongue on her skin a little which causes her to shudder. "Your voice sounds so sexy. A little deeper."

"I ache still," she whispers so quietly, I wonder if she didn't mean to verbalise it.

There's a burning in her eyes when ours catch, which sends more blood to my dick. "Do you need some help with that?"

Her teeth press into her lower lip like she's trying to stop herself from speaking, but she can't. "I technically work for you. If we cross that bridge, will I get fired?"

"Fuck no," I say, knowing how cherished she is by Erica. That woman would fire me before her. "But, if that's worrying you then we—."

Before I get the chance to finish speaking, her lips are crashing down on mine. I attack right back, pushing my tongue inside her mouth and lifting her leg to rest on my hip so she can feel my erection.