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“It’ll take thirty seconds. I just want to show you something,” he lied.
I stretched my neck, following him inside. “If you make me miss her getting out of the shower, all hot and slippery, I’ll fucking kill…”
“Surprise!”
I blinked at all the people.
Rome and Izzy, with their new daughter Astrid.
Wade and Landry—who looked pale but happy sitting on Bayou’s couch.
Conleigh and Linc.
Zee, Castiel, Liner and Brielle.
Everyone that mattered but one really important person.
“You didn’t invite Pru?” I asked, sounding calm.
However, I was anything but calm. In fact, I was actually quite pissed, and getting more pissed by the second.
“Figured she’d come with you,” Brielle muttered.
Bayou frowned and turned. “You were supposed to walk outside and talk to her about coming. You were supposed to get him here by talking to her…what did you talk about for all that time if you didn’t invite her over here?”
Brielle’s cheeks flushed when she had everyone’s attention focused in on her.
I narrowed my eyes at my cousin.
“You need to get over whatever thing you have against her,” I told Brielle. “Because she and I are going to be married one day.”
Brielle’s eyes widened. Conleigh squealed.
I rolled my eyes.
“I gotta go back and get her. If she doesn’t want to come, y’all are SOL.” I told them all.
Shit outta luck.
Every man there seemed to be in understanding. Brielle, however, didn’t.
“You’d leave your own going away party?”
In answer to her irate question, I turned my back on her and walked out.
By the time I got back to Pru’s place—which had become mine as I’d stayed at it over the last few days—I locked the door and stepped over both Doohickey and Bacon.
Redbird and Bluebird watched me pass and didn’t say a word. Though, that was likely because they were both watching the television—the rude man cooking show that everyone seemed to really love when he told someone they were complete shit at cooking—and walked to the bedroom. Then I went even further to the shower.
That was still, might I add, running.
How long did a shower take?
I knocked on the door. “Pru?”
“Yes?” Pru squeaked.
“What are you doing in there?” I asked.
“Shaving every single hair on my body so I can fuck you blind,” came her answer.
My dick immediately hardened.
“Uhh,” I paused. “And that requires almost forty-eight minutes in the shower to do?”
“Yes,” she said. “I also waxed my vagina and asshole for you…that’s what took the majority of the time.”
Annnnnd that was when my dick became something that I’d have to deal with before I took her to a party with my friends.
I twisted the knob and walked inside, startled to find Pru bent over in the shower shaving her toes.
“I’m not sure I’d notice any hair on your toes,” I told her as I got my fill of her.
With her leg propped up on the side of the shower, I could see everything that had become quite important to me since I’d met her.
Her pussy was slick as water cascaded down her back, and I could quite clearly see the hole of both her pussy and her ass—and she was right. Both were quite perfectly bare and free of any hair.
“You’d be surprised,” she said. “The other night when I was on top and I curled my feet over your thighs to try to get more leverage? All I could think about was whether you could feel my toe hair or not.”
I would’ve chuckled had she not switched to her other foot, this time parting her pussy lips even further and giving me an even better view.
I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, making sure to kick the door behind me shut.
I didn’t want the damn pig in here with me while I fucked his owner.
It’d be awkward, and I had things to do.
Her.
I ripped the clear shower curtain aside and caused her to stand—or try to. My hand on her back held her in place. “No, right where you are.”
She clenched, and I saw every second of it.
Shit.
She was so fucking hot.
I leaned forward and pressed my cock against her entrance, and the head slid inside with laughable ease.
“Were you thinking about this while you shaved?” I growled, trying to regain control of myself.
My hands went to her wet hips and I clenched them tightly, likely bruising her sensitive skin.
Though, I did that a lot without meaning to. According to Pru, she bruised easily.
According to the bruises that were almost always on her hips, I could contest to that.
I might’ve been more concerned about the fact that I bruised her every time we had sex had she not proved her point by pressing down on her hip one night—lightly might I add because she’d used my finger to do it—and the next morning woken with a bruise in the perfect print of my finger.
But, even so, I lightened my grip on her hip and slowly eased my cock inside of her tight entrance, trying to relieve both the ache in my cock and the pressure of my hands.
