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Shampoo pumps into my hand with a press of my thumb on the button, and I rub it between my palms before massaging it into her hair. She tilts her head back, releasing a moan that has my cock throbbing to sink into her.
When her hair is filled with suds, I grab her by the waist and spin her around. Her hands land on my chest and her breasts push into me. There’s a mischief filled gleam in her eyes bringing a smile out of me. My touch travels up her sides, and over her collarbone until both hands wrap around her neck. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she bites her bottom lip. Using my thumbs, I tip her head back, allowing me to rinse the soap from her inky strands.
Her nipples pebble against my chest and she pushes into me harder. I love how she gets turned on from my touch alone, something I’m fixing to do a lot more of. Filling my palm with conditioner, I run it down her long locks, then reach for the dispenser again, but this time I get body soap.
I gently wash her body, running my palms against her softness. “Kinda pointless with the water flowing over me,” she comments huskily.
“It means I get to touch you more,” I respond with a smirk. Soft moans mix with the sound of falling water, and I commit it to memory. Her back, arms, sides, stomach, legs, feet. I spend time on each one even though I spent time doing this same thing yesterday. I’m saving her intimate areas for last.
After finishing her feet, I run my palms up her legs and grip her ass, massaging it before slipping my fingers in her crack to brush against her tight ring of muscle. She lets out a groan with how sensitive her flesh is from my spanking last night. My girl is fully turned on. She doesn’t say anything, but the way she’s gripping me and trying to guide my movements is a language all of its own.
Another pump of soap has me slipping over her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. One of my hands dips behind her neck again, and I pull her in for a kiss. Her lips are greedy, welcoming my tongue instantly. Her body moves against mine, her hips shifting back and forth as my cock slips between her legs.
She pulls away, that coy smile spread across her face. “My turn.” She spins us around, and I tilt my head back allowing the water to rinse away the sweat from last night. Her movements are quicker than mine were, and within a couple of minutes she’s soaping my cock, pumping her hand along my shaft as it slips along it in a smooth glide.
Fuck, I can’t take it any longer. Rinsing the soap from my body, I snatch her right below her ass and her legs automatically wrap around me. She reaches between us and palms my thick cock, lining it up at her entrance. Thrusting into her, I sink balls deep. Her wetness surrounds me like a vice as she lets out a squeal, and she’s so goddamn tight it feels like I’m having to force myself in.
“So wet for me like a little whore,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her delicate neck.
“Yes, Vander. I’m your little whore, your cum slut. Now fuck me! Fill me up!” she screams, urging me on with her feet. Her words turn me on and spur me into action just as much as mine do to her.
I slam into her, shoving her against the wall and tightening my hand. The desperation in her eyes becomes even thicker with the sensation of my hand cutting off her air. Her hips buck and she unwraps her legs to push against the other side of the shower, riding me as hard as I’m thrusting into her.
The sharpness of her nails dig in my back, scratching over the marks she left a few hours ago, making the sting even more intense. “Harder, Vander. Harder!”
My pounding intensifies, a desperation between us to reach that peak together. “You like my cock ripping into you? Does it make you feel alive, Remington? You take it like such a good girl. Fuck, your pussy is a slice of heaven.”
A tightness pulls at my balls, and I hope to fuck she’s getting close. Her hands fly to my wrist when my hold tightens even more, and I know she’ll have such a pretty necklace when I release her.
Bending my head, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue before biting down. Glancing up, my smile grows around her breast filling my mouth. Her head is tilted back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Everything about her body becomes rigid like her muscles are tensed up in that moment where her body can’t decide if her orgasm will actually happen or not.
And then it does. Her pussy clamps down on my cock making it almost impossible to thrust in and out. She shakes and convulses around me, milking my cock until I’m spilling my seed inside her, pumping shot after shot as the euphoric sensation rushes through me.
Releasing her throat, I lean my head against hers, both of us taking deep breaths. “You’re my perfect little cum slut. There’s no one else I’d want to give my load to.” I want to tell her I love her, but I know now isn’t the time. Instead, I work on building the wall around my heart, on strengthening my determination to not let her push me away.
Chapter 8
Remi
“You know the water tank on the jet only holds so much, right?” Cole shouts through the door after banging on it.
Vander lets out a growl, then yells, “Yeah, we get it. We’ll be out in a minute.” He pulls out of me, much to my disappointment, and sets me on the ground. Within minutes we’re back in the tiny room, where two stacks of clothes are waiting for us on the bed.
The moment we walk out of the room, three sets of eyes are on me, hunger in each one. I knew they’d hear us, I didn’t try to hide my screams of pleasure, but seeing the evidence in their gaze is satisfying.
As I walk by Jasper, he reaches out and pulls me onto his lap. “Missed you, Little Bird,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck and taking a deep breath. “Ugh, you smell like Cole,” he objects, much louder than before, pulling back as if offended.
I smile, knowing it’s from Cole’s body wash, and from the corner of my eye, I catch him smirking as if it was his plan all along. He stretches his legs out in front of him, crossing his ankles and folding his hands together on his stomach. A pose of relaxed nonchalance, but the gleam in his eye says it’s more of a show than anything else.
Jasper’s corded arms wrap around me, holding me tightly to him, and Vander sits across from us, releasing a deep sigh. Whatever he has to say has been weighing on him. I’ve felt it in every touch, the way he was trying to memorize everything about our time together. I don’t understand what he thinks is so horrible I’ll be angry enough to push him away. Not after how hard I fought to get him to give in to what he wanted so badly.
“Care to tell us why we’re in New York?” Jasper hisses. His arms flex around me, and I get the feeling he wanted me on his lap to hold him back. Which also tells me he knows something, and paired with the grinding of Cole’s jaw, he does too. Glancing at Grayson, I find him with furrowed brows, and a questioning gaze matching my own. At least I’m not the only one at a loss right now.
Vander’s stance is rigid. He’s leaning over with elbows on his knees, hands fisted together, spine straight, and head bowed. The pose of a man who’s defeated, but still holds on to his pride. “Right before the bomb went off, I got a call,” he starts, pausing to glance up through his lashes.
My finger taps against Jasper’s arm, impatience running through me. Fucking spit it out already. This whole hesitation bullshit is vexing me more than anything he could say. He knows better.
He must see the irritation because he releases another resigned sigh. “Your father wants you to come home. With everything going on, he doesn’t think the situation is safe anymore and wants to bring you back in the fold,” he spits out, trying to get through the explanation as quickly as possible. Although, some words must have gotten twisted, because he doesn’t make any sense at all.
