Alison Storm

Chapter 23

Rhys

I kiss down Allie's neck as the hot shower water is pouring down on us. She needs to warm up, and a hot shower will do the trick. Among other things.

My hands stay on her hips, pushing her closer to me. She moans softly as she feels my hardened cock press against her.

"Rhys." She breathes heavily, her hands wrapping around my neck. "Fuck me, please."

I have to close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. "Water isn't the best lube, love."

As hot as shower sex sounds, it's quite the pain in everyone's ass. For a liquid that's keeping people hydrated, it's pretty dehydrating.

Allie groans in frustration. "If you didn't plan to fuck me here, why take me?"

I push her against the wall, earning a slight gasp as the cold hits her back. "Because we're full of sand and smell like seawater."

Honestly, the only thing I really care about is the sand. I'd rather not get that into body parts they do not belong in.

I do, however, bring my hands to Allie's breasts, stroking my thumbs over her nipples. She shivers visibly, but tries to cover it up by bringing her hands up to my head, tangling them into my hair.

"Rhys," she says, sounding awfully serious.

"Allie."

She looks deeply into my eyes, her bottom lips slightly sticking out at the pouts at me. I almost begin to laugh, but if I do, I'll earn myself a beating, so I won't do that.

"I swear, if you're not inside me in the next ten minutes, I will go back to my bedroom and get my dildo to do the job myself."

My eyes close, my forehead leaning against hers as a torturous groan escapes my throat. "That sounds awfully erotic, you know?"

"I'll stick that dildo up your ass then."

My body shakes as I laugh. "You can try, love."

"Stop laughing," she whines, dragging the last syllable out. "You're the worst."

Taking a step back, I grab the only available shower gel from the shower Reck and look at the label. Of course it's something fruity, like every fucking this in Allie's life. I swear, even her perfume has some kind of strawberry scent.

"Tell you what," I begin, handing the shower gel over to Allie, "I'll fuck you the second we get out of this shower."

She takes a bottle from my hands, opening it and putting some of it in the palm of her other hand."I sense a but."

I shake my head. "No but."

Her eyes narrow at me, still not believing me. "You've got something up your sleeve, St. James. I know you do."

I shake my arms. "Nope. Nothing. Considering that I'm naked, it'd also be quite the miracle if I did."

"I hate you."

Now, that I can work with very well. "I remember you saying quite the opposite ten minutes ago."

"I lied." She starts to wash her body after handing the bottle back to me. "I hate you, Rhys St. James. You're the literal worst."

I, too, put some shower gel on my hand, then put the bottle away completely. "Oh, so no sex then? I mean, surely you wouldn't wanna fuck someone you hate, right?"

"You're an exception," she says. "You're kind of hot, so that's acceptable. And I happen to be in love with your dick, despite hating you, of course."

"Of course." If I weren't already head over heels in love with Alison Storm, I sure as hell would be now. Not because she allegedly loves my dick, but because she's...her.