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I shake my head from side to side and smile. “Nowhere important. Just thinking about the shower.”
“Whatever you say, good twin.”
He turns toward my bathroom, and I consider following behind him—considering taking a second shower for the night. “Hey, Ares...”
I want to ask if he’d mind some company, then I see the picture of Everly and me from her wedding... to Ares’s brother. This is such a bad idea.
When he turns and smiles that wicked smile, I chicken out. “Towels are in the closet.”
Ares
Jacking off in my shower to images of Grace has become part of my routine. That’s what happens when you go from being a healthy, sexually active adult male to fantasizing about the perfect girl a million miles away. You jack off. A. Lot.
Do I want to fuck Grace Sinclair?
Unequivocally, yes.
Do I want to stuff her full of my fingers, my tongue, my dick, and make her writhe until she screams my name and her voice is hoarse?
Fuck yes.
Is any of that going to happen tonight?
No. No, it’s not.
Because that’s not what tonight was supposed to be about. Lennon coming home was a good thing. Even if it’s a little strange that the King of Elwyn’s niece shares a flat with Grace.
How the fuck does no one back home know that little fact?
But ignoring the royalty in the other room, her interruption forced us to take a breather and not jump right into bed tonight. Even if that’s all I want to do.
Grace and I need time. Not more time apart, though, just time to get on the same page.When in the actual hell did I start sounding like a girl?Next, I’ll start talking about feelings.Fuck.I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve never been with a woman for longer than a few weeks. Andthose were few and far between. Even the wordrelationshipcreeps me the fuck out. At least it used to. Now, it just seems... right.
Everything about Grace seems to fit.
She’s it.
She’s all I think about . . . My obsession.
Her sultry smile. Her soft hair. Her flawless fucking tits that are gonna fit so perfectly in my mouth.Fuck. I groan and stroke it fast.Harder. Until I’m imagining Grace beneath me. Her tits bouncing with each thrust of my cock. Nails scoring my skin. My mouth on her skin. Tasting her.
Fuck . . .
I come surrounded by Grace’s scent under the hot spray, her face the only thing I see as my eyes close.
When I step back into her room a few minutes later, she’s changed into a pale-pink baby tee with black swirling font stretched across her boobs that saysBallet – like a sport, only harder. It hits just above her belly button, leaving a bare strip of toned soft skin I want to lick. Grace is sitting with her knees bent on the bed. Tiny black sleep shorts ride high on her thighs, and glasses I didn’t know she wears are perched on her nose as she looks at her Kindle.
“What’cha reading?” I grip the doorframe above my head and lean forward, liking the sexy, sleepy look on her face when she lifts her head my way.
“My aunt’s newest book.” She closes her case and pushes her black glasses into her long hair like a headband. Her eyes drag over my chest, and I doubt she even realizes she licks her lips. How is it possible a woman so naturally sexy can be so incredibly unaware.
“The aunt who has the show on Netflix?”
Grace doesn’t answer. She just licks her lips, nods, and hums, “Hmm...”
“Think I can get a pillow and blanket for the couch?”
She tosses her Kindle to her nightstand. “Oh, come on. Like you’re going to fit on my couch. My bed is big enough for the two of us.” She pushes her feet under the blanket and wraps her arms around her bent knees.
