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Most men would have grumbled at the sudden shift in my direction, but his lips just curl. “Whatever my lady wants.”
My lady. I almost snort.
I turn my back to him and he squeezes a dollop of shampoo into my white-blonde locks. With gentle fingers, he lathers the shampoo, massaging my scalp in little circular motions. I moan with delight and lean back against him. His cock presses hard against my ass. “Seems you’re enjoying my scalp massage as much as I am,” I say, then wiggle a little.
He groans. “Don’t tempt me.”
Pushing his hand away, I wash the shampoo out of my hair, letting him watch as I do so. Something about these boys that I’ve realized is that there are times when it’s better quick, and times that it’s better slow.
I turn around to face him again, and he wraps his arms around me. We kiss, a gentle brushing of lips that gradually escalates into French kissing. His cock rubs against my belly, and the knowledge that I’m having that effect on him is its own kind of turn on.
“Aren’t they right out there?” I whisper.
Orson and Maxwell should be in the bedroom. Even if they weren’t wolves, they’d know exactly what we were doing in here once we got started. Neither of us is exactly quiet.
He grins. “I’m pretty sure they knew exactly what I was up to the second I walked in here.” He kisses me again, his gaze possessive. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to listen to you showering, knowing you’re just on the other side of the door, naked?”
I run my hand down his chest. “Didn’t you go years without sex in the military?”
He laughs. “Yes, and I’m not going to make that mistake again.” Then he leans forward and bites my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. “Now that I’ve tasted you, I can’t get enough.”
Goosebumps erupt on my skin.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand firmly around him and watch as his eyes widen. Then, in slow movements, I stroke him, loving the feeling of his body shuddering around mine. Loving the way he watches me with eyes that seem to worship me.
This man… How did I get so lucky to find him? To find them? It’s like the universe gave me the three of them to balance out all the other shit it’s thrown at me.
He leans down and kisses me again, harder this time, and I let my tongue slide into his mouth, tangling together with his. The effect of his kiss is instant, as my body seems to heat hotter than the water. His hand drifts down and finds my breasts, and then it’s my turn to feel my head swimming, lost to his touch.
This man always knows just what to do to me.
Turning around, I press my hands against the wall of the shower and push my rear out, a silent invitation. He runs his hand down my back and over my ass, before slipping one hand between my thighs. My legs shake as he strokes me slowly, lovingly, with calloused fingers that feel unbelievable on my sensitive body. I move right along with his body, finding it hard to breathe as my desire builds.
At last, I whimper, and he stiffens behind me. His hand drops from my pussy, and he repositions himself behind me, taking a firm grip of my hips. He teases me at first, tracing my pussy with the head of his cock, rubbing it back and forth in my folds the same way he’d done with his fingers.
I’m about to lose my mind. Did he think I wanted to slow things down? No way in hell! I want them to heat up. I want him to finish me with that glorious dick of his.
As if in answer, I feel his tip press into my opening, and I hold my breath. When he plunges in, I let out a shriek of surprise and pleasure. He responds with a growl that makes my nipples harden, and then our voices fall beneath the sound of our bodies moving against one another, a wet clapping of ass against hard torso.
He slides his forearm between my breasts and wraps his hand around my throat, loose enough I can breathe, tight enough to hold me against him. As he works his long, thick shaft inside of me, I turn my face towards his. We kiss and the taste of his lips mixes with his earthy scent, a scent my wolf’s grown to crave, heightening my arousal.
His rhythm increases. My nerves come alive. It’s hard to think. It’s hard to do anything but feel, as lightning courses through my body and electricity builds under my skin until I don’t think I can take it any longer. He slams into me one final time and holds himself deep inside. The two of us come in unison, his body stiff, mine vibrating with climax as I shudder over and over again, lost to the feeling of my orgasm rolling through me.
As it ebbs, he withdraws from me and angles the shower head so that its flow washes over me. His fingers are gentle as he finds my pussy and begins to wash away the evidence of our lovemaking. He finishes cleaning me with attentive hands, dragging the bar of soap down my back, slipping it between my buttocks, sliding it down my legs.
I feel like a goddess. Like someone who deserves to be treasured and loved. It’s a feeling that hits me even harder when he finishes cleaning me, kisses my lips, and says, “You don’t know what you do to me.”
I smile, my legs feeling a little wobbly. “I think I do.”
His eyes find mine, and I get the feeling he wants to say a thousand things, but instead, he kisses me so hard I’m left panting, and turns off the water. With all the care in the world, he wraps me in a towel and helps me out of the shower.
When we emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in towels, I spot Max and Orson sitting on the edge of one of the beds, and they greet us with knowing grins. “Why is it I think you only got dirtier in that shower?” says Orson.
I still feel like a live wire as I stare at Orson. He’s shirtless, looking like some kind of surfer as he sits on the bed with his long blond hair, easy smile, and muscular frame. Knowing that he’s a literal genius only adds to my attraction to him. Which is kind of crazy. Wasn’t I just properly satisfied?
“How was it?” asks Max.
He’s in his playful mood. He normally is when he’s in his pajamas, out of his clean-cut suits. Pajama Max is laid back. He isn’t an Enforcer. He’s just a sexy dark-haired man who treasures control in a way that’s almost erotic. One day, when life slows down, I’m going to test just how much I can push him in bed, and I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy that day.
