Page 117 of Pack Dutton: Part One


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“Thanks,” I muttered, hurrying past Crew and vanishing into the bathroom. I leaned against the closed door, trying to catch my breath.

I hadn’t really checked out the bathroom since I’d arrived. Using it during my heat had basically consisted of staggering (or being carried) to the toilet to relieve myself, washing my hands and then returning to the nest as fast as possible.

Slapping the light switch by the door, I took a moment to appreciate the space.

There was a separate, closed off area for the toilet just off to the right. To my immediate left was a long countertop that dropped down to become a vanity with lights that would’ve called to any social media influencer.

Across from the vanity was a shower that probably could’ve fit the entire pack. It had at least seven shower heads and a long bench. Under the massive window that overlooked the backyard, and right in front of me, was the Jacuzzi bathtub that would hold a few alphas in addition to myself.

Honestly, any deeper and it probably would’ve been considered a small pool.

My sore muscles ached to feel those jets pounding against my flesh, but I needed the clarity that only a hot shower could bring.

Dropping the blanket, I walked across the heated tiles and stepped into the shower before pulling the glass door shut.

I was staring at the control panel, trying to figure out how to turn the shower on, when the door opened behind me and a hand reached out to press a series of buttons.

Hot water cascaded down, soaking me, as I spun to see Crew standing there like us showering together was no big deal.

“What are you doing?” I blurted out, too stunned to even think about trying to cover myself.

He arched a brow. “Showering.”

“Don’t you have your own shower?” I spluttered, watching as he moved around me to a built-in shelf stocked with shampoo, conditioner, and a bunch of body washes.

Plucking a bottle from the shelf, he gave me a shrug. “I do.”

“Then why aren’t you there?” I demanded.

“Because you’re here,” he replied, like the answer was obvious. “Turn around.”

Still confused by his motives, I turned. Even when I was uncertain, I trusted Crew and whatever he was planning. When his fingers started massaging shampoo into my scalp, I moaned. My knees almost buckled as my eyes fluttered shut.

He chuckled behind me. “The last thing we need is me knotting you in this shower, little one. You keep making those sounds, and I can’t promise I won’t.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, not really meaning it. A flutter of arousal pulsed between my thighs, but nothing like it had been in the last few hours.

He guided me under one of the rainfall shower heads above, rinsing the suds from my long hair as he turned me to face him.

Tipping my head back, I let out a contented little purr that surprised us both. Crew’s hands stilled for a second before he moved even closer to me, the hardening length of his cock brushing against my stomach.

My perfume filled the space, wetness smearing my thighs that had nothing to do with the shower.

“You’re killing me, baby,” Crew rasped, gently tugging me from the spray.

I blinked up at him, swaying a little into his body. My stomach picked that moment to give a loud rumble.

His eyes sparkled. “Let’s get you taken care of so we can get some real food into you.”

We’d all been existing on bottled drinks, snacks, and sandwiches for over a day. If I was hungry, I knew the guys must be starving.

“You don’t have to do this,” I told him, watching as he grabbed a bottle of conditioner and squirted a generous amount into his palm.

“I know,” he replied, indicating I should turn around.

With a soft huff, I spun around.

Crew’s hands started working the sweet smelling conditioner into the ends of my hair. He worked silently for a minute, waiting until he’d rinsed my hair again before speaking. “Does me being in here bother you?”

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