“Hmm.” He agrees as he catches his breath. “Me, too.” He slowly slips out of me, and I get up and walk to the shower. Turning it on, I look at myself in the mirror. I have hickeys just about everywhere. Little red dots from his beard all around my mouth and neck. He comes in, and I just look at him. He stops beside me. “I love you,” he says and kisses my neck. Walking to the shower, he opens the door that has now filled with steam from the hot water. I follow him in, and he just sits on the bench and puts his head back. “I think we should take a bath,” he says.

“We can take one at your house tonight,” I tell him, and he just nods. I wet my hair and throw my head back, letting the water wash over me. His hand comes up to play with my nipple. “Maybe we shouldn’t shower together.” I laugh and see his cock already getting ready for another round.

“It’s been over two months. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he says, and I lean down to kiss his lips.

“Why don’t I make sure you’re clean?” I tell him, my hand going to his cock as the water pours down over my arms and onto him. I get on my knees, taking the tip in my mouth. “Make sure you are all clean,” I say, and just when I’m about to take him deep in my mouth, I hear Karrie’s voice.

“God, I hope you’re not drowning yourself.” She laughs, and then she must spot Mark sitting or me on my knees; either way, she shrieks and yells. “Oh my fucking God,” she says and runs out of the bathroom. Mark covers my head, assuming to protect me, and I have to laugh.

“Was that Karrie?” he asks me, and I get up and kiss his lips.

“I forgot she was coming,” I tell him and walk out of the shower, grabbing the robe. “I’ll go make sure she’s okay.”

“I think she saw my dick,” he hisses, peeking his head out of the shower to make sure Karrie isn’t there, and I hand him a white towel.

“She’s seen a dick before, Markos,” I tell him, and he wraps his towel around his waist. “I don’t know if she’s seen one so big before, but she’s never complained about Matthew, so I’m assuming that he’s well endowed.”

“Can we not talk about Matthew or his dick right now?” Mark says and then looks at me. “What if he’s here?”

“He isn’t here,” I tell him. “Karrie was coming by herself.”

“Why?” he asks me, and I look at him.

“Get dressed,” I tell him. Walking out to the kitchen, I find Karrie at the liquor cabinet, and I laugh.