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I was doing so well for a second there, but just the thought of Blair has my heart racing again. Closing my eyes, I step back under the water to rinse the soap from my hair. I can feel the water running down my face, chest, and back, and with it, the vision of Blair fresh out of the shower fills my mind. The warmth of the shower is a lot like his room was this morning, with his arms wrapped around me, suffocating and delicious.
It’s wrong, but I have to do something. No way will I be able to go down there with them if I don’t get myself under control. Seeing as Jenson, my last fling who was supposed to just be friends with benefits, has also ditched me, I don’t have another option.
Honestly, it’s probably for the best. With everything going on, I don’t have time for much more than something quick, and who knows my body better than me?
Well, that’s not true either. Storm seemed to know my body pretty well…
No! I can’t go there with him. Things are already strained as it is, and with him having started the bond, it would only add more confusion. He said he loved me in the library, but I’m not sure if that was him or the bond talking, and until I do, I won’t put him in a position to be tied to me any more than he already is.
With my hair free of bubbles, I run my hands lazily down my body, ghosting over my breasts, down my stomach, and around my waist until I’m holding myself. With the warmth and my eyes closed, it’s not hard to imagine Blair’s hands in place of my own, especially when I just spent the morning wrapped in his arms. His scent should be all but washed away by now, but I swear I can still smell it, the deep, fresh scents of the woods, musk, and moss. I breathe it in, and it mixes with my Sakura shampoo. The two shouldn’t fit so well together, but it comforts me and feels like home, like safety. Something about it is so right that I want to bottle it.
Growing up shifting, I’ve seen more of the guys than I ever thought I wanted to, but that works to my advantage right now. I’d felt Blair hard against me earlier. He’s big, the biggest of the guys, and his cock is no exception. I’d known this, but something about feeling it, knowing it was hard because of me…
Fuck.
I’ve hardly even touched myself, and I’m already panting.
I want so badly to blame it on a lack of sex, but if I’m being honest, that has nothing to do with it. And at least right now, while I live out this little fantasy alone in the shower with thoughts of Blair, I can be honest.
I want Blair.
But it’s more than that… I think I want them all.
Sweet lemon fills the air as I let my hand dip lower to where I need it most. It’s not hard to pull the thought of Storm and the way he had me falling apart to the front of my mind.
I’ve dreamt about the way he devoured me. The pure bliss of falling apart for him in such a public place, the fear of getting caught, made the high more intense.
I sink two fingers inside of myself with an ease that has nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with the thought of two of my best friends having their way with my body. My breath catches, the sound echoing in the shower, but I’m too worked up to care if they hear me. Circling my clit with my thumb, I move my other hand to my nipple, pinching it gently and imagining it’s Blair’s hand, his calloused fingers. I should probably be embarrassed by how close I am already, but I’m not, if anything, I’m giddy at the idea of falling apart with the thought of them.
I pump my fingers in and out at a steady pace while slowly applying more pressure to my clit and tweaking my nipple.
I’m a panting, moaning mess, so close, but something’s missing.
What are you thinking about that’s got you so red, Little Rabbit?
The memory of Blair’s earlier question echoes inside my mind, and the sound of his nickname for me sends me over the edge.
I come so hard that black spots dot my vision as my knees threaten to give out. By some miracle, I remain standing, but only just barely. My fingers shine with my release, and even in the shower, I can smell my arousal.
Yeah, I’m going to wash again because, while I usually don’t mind them knowing what I’ve been up to, I’m not sure I can look them in the eyes knowing the source of this particular orgasm.
My time in the shower, while mind-blowing, might not have been my best idea. As if I needed another reason to make things tense.
Everything is a mess, and I don’t know what to do, or if I can even fix it. The guys are trying to act like everything is normal, but I know it’s not. Everything feels weird where it never has before. Storm and Sol seem to have done a body swap. Sol is quiet and hardly present in our minimal conversations. Storm sticks close to me, and while he doesn’t push, I can almost always feel his eyes on me. He brings me snacks and drinks, and anytime our eyes meet, I’m met with a smile that I can’t help but return, even through my confusion.
Pike has been mostly missing. Lyle said he’s working to finish the job he had to leave when everything fell apart last week. I want to believe him. Why would he lie? Something about it feels off, though, and when Pike finally comes home for the night, he goes straight to his room without so much as saying goodnight or grabbing dinner. It’s not like him to skip a meal. None of them do. They eat all the time.
Lyle’s pretty much the same, but every time I feel his eyes on me, it’s like he’s trying to dissect me. Like a mystery he needs to solve, he still eats with us, but as soon as he’s finished, he excuses himself to his office, and I don’t see him for the rest of the night.
Blair is still my shadow, always watching and ready to help, but I’ve made that weird. Every time I look at him, my mind goes back to this morning when I felt him pressed against me, and I’m back in the shower. We’ve shared a bed a thousand times. I’ve woken in his arms after a night full of nightmares for years, but I’ve never felt him hard against me, even early in the morning when it would be easily explained. These last few weeks, he’s been more playful and open, but I’d chalked it up to him messing with me.
Now I’m not so sure. It’s not exactly something I’m going to outright ask him about, either. So, instead, I just turn into a tomato and pray for the world to swallow me.
Friday is much the same. Everyone is around the house at some point before or after work since none of us have classes. Still, the same tension hangs heavy in the room, and it’s driving me crazy.
“Pike will be home in about an hour, and then we’ll head to Cohutta,” Lyle says, walking into the living room and pulling my attention. I’d agreed to watch a few episodes of Tokyo Revengers with Storm, but my head wasn’t in it. I couldn’t tell you a single thing that’s happened since he turned it on.
Storm salutes Lyle lazily, letting him know he heard him, and I nod out of habit. It seems enough for him, and he turns to go, probably to find the rest of the guys and let them know.
