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With that, he collected my bag, and my boxes, and he was off to clean them.
"It's almost scary how much they know when they aren't even technically members of the club yet, isn't it?" Eva asked when we were alone, taking the drawer back to the nightstand, shoving it in. "I will clean the dresser. Go shower. That seems to be very important right now. I don't think this club has ever been so full of such fresh and clean men before," she said, attempting to lighten what was a heavy mood.
Knowing I had to, I moved into my bathroom, turning on the shower, stripping out of my boxers, and climbing into the shower, pulling the glass door shut behind me.
It wasn't long after that there was a tentative knock at the open door to the bathroom, drawing my attention to find Eva standing there, eyes downcast.
"Yeah, babe?" I called.
"I, ah, need the bleach under the sink counter," she told me.
"Yeah, come in," I invited, feeling my cock stir to life at seeing her so close when I was naked.
She nodded, but kept her head down as she moved into the space, grabbing the bottle of bleach out of the cabinet under the sink, then turning toward the toilet paper like Brooks had instructed.
It was then that she got brave, when she let her curiosity get the better of her. Because I saw her eyes cut my way, taking in as much of me as she could with the steam starting to fog up the glass.
It wasn't the time or place, but my hand still slid down my stomach, closed around my hard cock, stroked it to the hilt as she watched.
She looked on for one more stroke before turning so fast she rammed her hip into the side of the cabinet, hissing out her breath, but charging out of the room, pretending like wiping down that spot on the dresser was a matter of national security.
Even with that attention to detail, she made her way back toward me, putting away the bleach, flushing the possible gunpowder residue away, then washing her hands in the sink.
It seemed to be then that her control snapped, making her turn toward me, her breath coming out quicker than usual as her gaze moved down my body, pausing and holding on my cock as I continued to stroke it, her lips parting, her eyes going heavy-lidded.
I wanted to reach out, to pull her in, to strip her down, to sink inside of her.
But we couldn't.
The night was far from over.
And I didn't want to have to rush through it so that I could get back to church.
So I continued to stroke.
She continued to watch.
I came hard, my fist slamming into the wall as I hissed out my breath.
She never looked away.
Even after I was done, while I scrubbed at my arms, face, neck, everywhere, making sure I didn't miss anything before finally cutting off the water, moving out, grabbing the towel.
She turned then, facing the mirror, rewashing her hands again as I dried off.
I wrapped and tucked the towel, moving in behind her, watching her reflection until her gaze found mine.
When I had it, my hand slipped across her hip, slid down underneath the waistband of her pants and panties, sliding up her wet pussy.
Her head fell back onto my chest as her eyes went hazy, her breath coming harder and faster as I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me.
My thumb went to her clit, circling as my finger started to fuck her, as another finger slipped inside, as her ass wiggled against me, stirring my cock back to life as I drove her up, her sharp breaths becoming whimpers that became moans that started to echo off the tile in the room.
My other hand rose, closing over her mouth, watching as her eyes burned in the mirror as I continued to work her, feeling her walls tighten as her breath caught, then she crashed down into her orgasm, crying out against my palm.
She came back down slowly, her body trembling slightly as my hand moved from her mouth, fingers tracing down her jaw, the side of her neck.
"We can—" I started, cutting off at the sharp rap at the bedroom door, a sound that made Eva twist away from me, getting my hand caught in her panties for a second before I pulled it out.
"Yeah?" Eva called, voice overly bright, trying to cover up how she was actually feeling.
Brooks opened the bedroom door, a purple pair of gloves on his hands this time.
"I need to scrub the bathroom now," he told me, giving me a nod.
"Okay," I agreed, grabbing some clothes out of the dresser, pulling my pants on under the towel before dropping it, reaching for a tee, slipping it on. "All yours," I said, giving him a nod. "Eva, maybe you should go hang with Jacob for a bit?" I suggested. "You've got to be tired, and they are just going to be cleaning every inch of this place for hours still. At least you can get some rest in the barracks with Jacob."
