Page 15 of The Stick Handler

Yeah, I could suggest we skip them, and spend the day in bed, but I’d prefer to build the anticipation between us. Let her think about all the things we can do to each other in that bed, let her warm to the idea. When she finally comes to me, I want her ready, willing, and quivering with need.

“I can’t ski.” Her voice is so low, a breathless whisper, I have to strain to hear it.

“That’s why we’re having ski lessons,” I tease.

She glares at me again, and is two seconds from pinching my nipple when she catches herself. “Oh.”

; “Yeah, oh,” I say. “Why don’t you get dressed? The coffee will be ready when you finish, then we’ll grab breakfast at Pasticceria Alvera,” I say with a botched Italian accent. “I hear they have the best breakfast pastries.”

Her mouth drops open. “You want me to eat cake for breakfast?”

“Sure, why not? We’re on our honeymoon.”

She plants one hand on her hip. “I am not eating sweets for breakfast. I…I won’t fit into my pants by the end of the week.”

“Pants are overrated.” I shrug. “But if you’re worried, there are ways we can work that off.”

“I…you…ugh.” Flustered, she storms from the kitchen and I chuckle as I finish the coffee. The shower turns on and I inch open her door. “If you plan to take all the hot water, let me know now, and I’ll jump in there with you so we can conserve.”

“Very funny,” she says.

“Wasn’t trying to be funny. I nearly froze my balls off last night.”

Her chuckle reaches my ear and I grin. “Save me a tiny bit, okay?”

I go back to the kitchen and when the shower turns off, I fix her coffee. She comes out in nothing but a towel and roots through her suitcase. Jesus, does she always have to stick her ass in the air like that when she bends over.

I walk over to her and hand her a cup of coffee. She takes a sip and briefly closes her eyes. “Thanks.” Her lids open. “There should be plenty of hot water,” she says as she takes another sip.

“Aww, look at you.” I wink at her. “All worried about my balls.”

She chokes on her coffee, and spits it all over me. “Ohmigod Luke, don’t make me laugh when I have a mouth full.”

A mouth full.

Oh, fuck, now all I can visualize is my best friend with a mouth full of my cock. Giving me a porn star blow job. My dick grows another inch.

Coffee drips down my chest and she grabs a paper towel and starts blotting it against my skin. Her fingers brush my flesh and I groan, letting her blatantly know when her touch is doing to me.

“You should jump in the shower,” she says as she pulls her hand back.

“Yeah, good plan.” I head to the bathroom and don’t bother shutting the door tight behind me. I rarely do. Katee is welcome to come in any time she likes. I turn on the spray and climb under, letting the warm water fall over me. I grab the soap and as I wash myself, my dick twitches. I grip the base of my cock, and give a good hard stroke, all the while visualizing it’s Katee’s hands on my body. A groan crawls out of my throat.

“You okay in there?” Katee asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out.” I wash quickly, shampoo my hair, and turn off the spray. The air is cool against my hot skin as I climb out, and knot a towel around my waist. I step into the room and Katee is pulling the blankets up on the bed, her sweet ass aimed my way. Fuck, what I’d give to pull her pants down, lay her out on the bed and put my cock all the way inside her. Another groan catches in my throat and she turns to me.

“You sure you’re okay. You sound like you’re in agony.”

“I am,” I say, and her gaze drops to the bulge in my towel.

“Were you watching porn in there or something?” She turns and fusses with the pillows. When she finishes, there is a pretty pink blush on her face.

I drop my towel and she gives a little gasp as I reach into my suitcase. “You’ve seen me naked before, Katee,” I say casually. “Touched almost every inch of me. No need to be embarrassed now.”

“Yeah, but that was before…”