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But it’s not an option since Vincent is here.
Or is it?
My body burns as I climb out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom. I undress and run a semi-warm shower, brushing my teeth as I wait for the water to heat up.
I wash some of the fire on my skin away, focusing the showerhead on my core.
I need something to take the edge off. Anything to quiet the yearning in my cunt.
But the pitiful orgasm does almost nothing for me.
Not when I know the source of something much more powerful is in the other room.
Defeated, I lather up my body, wash my hair, and clean myself thoroughly.
When I emerge from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy towel, their scents are just as torturous.
I have to ignore it.
What would they think of me if I walked out there and asked Vincent to leave so Landon could touch me?
Or even worse…
What if I asked Landon to join me in the bedroom in front of Vincent?
Would he judge me? Would he think I’m some desperate, needy Omega who can’t think straight unless she has an orgasm?
We’ve barely kissed, and it was sweet and chaste.
But what I want to do now is anything but chaste.
I need to come. Desperately.
I dress quickly in a sleeveless pale pink nightgown, so sheer that my nipples show through. I wrap myself in the fluffy robe, tie it tightly, then sit on the edge of the bed.
Slick slips down my cunt and onto the inside of my thighs.
I decide to listen to my body. I decide that after all the hell I’ve been through, I deserve to take what I want.
22
SKYLAR
Their voices are hushed as I pad down the hallway. When I see what they’re doing, my mouth falls open.
They both look so—relaxed.
Vincent is in the armchair while Landon sits on the couch. Instead of his usual button up, Landon is only in a white undershirt and jeans, and his usually perfect hair is a bit messy. Vincent wears a dark grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants that fit his muscled thighs perfectly.
I ogle them both greedily from the hallway, watching as they stare intently at the white tiles on the coffee table.
It takes me a moment to realize what’s going on.
They’ve found one of my words games and are in an intense match.
Vincent stares at the cream tiles, murmuring something with one hand under his chin while Landon rearranges them.
“Fifteen points,” Landon declares proudly while Vincent grumbles.
