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streaked along the shaft. The cock head was dark in color and pearly juices seeped from the slit. Everything about him was hard and masculine.
    Brett swallowed, taking in all of his naked beauty. “Interesting,” he said in reference to Rowan’s hairless groin. “I like it.” All he wore was the chain harness. He glanced toward the rock waterfall then stalked closer. “I don’t want anything between us.” A quick flick and he had the hooks unlinked. The chains dropped to the floor with a clatter.
    “Nothing between us.” Rowan placed his hand over Brett’s thundering heart.
    “Not even secrets.” Where the hell had that come from? Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his back.
    Rowan paused. “We all have secrets. Some we can’t share.”
    “I don’t know why I said it.” He wanted tonight to be about pleasure and nothing else. He needed to remember those were his requirements. Not giving off mixed signals just because he was mixed up inside.
    Rowan crossed the room and turned on the waterfall. Brett shut off the lights. A muted glow filtered through the one-way mirror. Brett’s palms sweated and his skin felt electrified. Steam rose from the floor and misted up around Rowan’s legs as he stood beneath the spray. Water sluiced over his taut form. Lifting his arms, he ran his fingers through his dripping-wet hair. Biceps bulged and his washboard abs rippled with movement.
    “I’m waiting for you to join me.” He held a condom in his hand.
    His wait was over. Brett stepped into the enclosure. Instantly they were in each other’s arms. Hands glided over wet, slicked skin. Cock crushed against cock. Mouths fused and moans of pleasure rent the air.
    Rowan parted and ripped the condom wrapper open. A hunger Brett had never experienced before tore through his gut. In his past and in his usual fantasies, he mounted his lovers. More than his next breath, he wanted Rowan filling his body.
    Lifting his eyes from the task of stretching rubber over his beautiful erection, Rowan asked the silent question.
    “However you want me,” was Brett’s reply.
    Brett leaned against the wall, the rocks biting into his flesh and the heated water soothing the sting. Rowan kissed him, slicing a leg between Brett’s thighs. He widened his stance. Rowan had one hand on the wall, and one hand stroking Brett’s cock, feeling the length, then he reached beneath to fondle his balls. Water poured over their heads. Droplets clung to Rowan’s lashes as he blinked, staring into Brett’s eyes. Bending his knees, he inched his finger farther back, caressing the thick vein beneath the sac.
    Brett groaned, finding Rowan’s cock and grasping onto the base. Rowan slipped his middle finger into Brett’s anus to the first knuckle.
    “Oh fuck.” Brett grabbed his wrist and forced him farther in.
    “You’re so tight.” He carefully worked his finger in and out until muscles relaxed. Then he eased in a second finger.
    Brett hissed and clenched his hole. “God, I’m going to come off your fingers.” He thrust his hips against the water, trying to rub against Rowan’s hip.
    “Hold onto my shoulders.” Rowan pulled his fingers free. Brett gripped his shoulders, his nails digging into the firm muscle. “Put your foot on the edge of the rock wall.” He did. The position opened him wider, giving Rowan unfettered access to Brett’s ass.
    “Fuck me. I need your cock.”
    “Breathe. I’ll go slow but you’re tight.”
    “I don’t care.” Fire licked his balls and he felt the burn everywhere. Like a fever that only sex could cool.
    “No, I won’t hurt you.” Rowan sealed their mouths as he fit the knob of his dick to Brett’s hole. “Would never hurt you.” He inched forward, barely breaching his body.
    Brett gasped and clutched tighter to Rowan. Chest against chest. Mouths meshed. His ass resisted. Muscles tightened. He inhaled and released the exhale slowly.
    “Ah, you feel so good.” Rowan continued the slow glide