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His thrusting ground to an abrupt halt as the bathroom door burst open.
What the fuck?
“I need to pee badly and you’re taking too long,” he heard yelled over the spray of the shower. “I couldn’t wait any longer. Just stay in the shower until I’m done.”
That wasn’t a problem. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Unless she invited him to her bed. Or to bend her over the sink.
His fingers remained frozen mid-stroke on his dick. “Jem...”
“I’ll only be a second.”
He lifted his head and noticed the curtain wasn’t pulled completely shut. A small gap existed between the plastic and the shower wall.
A gap that clearly showed part of the toilet.
Where Jem was settling her naked ass, her shorts down around her knees.
He only hoped she didn’t have the same view as he did.
That hope was quickly destroyed as she turned her head and looked right at him.
Fuck.
He was literally caught with his dick in his hand.
Her wide green eyes went from his face, when she realized he could see her pissing, down his chest, to what he was holding.
Fuck.
Her gaping mouth slammed shut and her eyes narrowed as she stared at his dick and said, “I’m assuming I won’t have any hot water to shower now that you’ve used it all up. You do realize the water tank in this thing only holds enough hot water for a ten-minute shower at most. You’ve been in here almost twenty. It can’t take that long to whack off. If it does, you need better jerk-off material.”
If she only fucking knew... “Can you get the fuck out so I can at least finish? You bitchin’ is ruinin’ my fantasy.”
His fantasy didn’t include Jemma being a bitch. No, in his memory she was pliable and willing, and begging him for his dick.
She took her time reaching between her legs to wipe. Then somehow she wiggled up her shorts so he wasn’t lucky enough to get the same view she was getting. As if in slow motion, she turned, put her hand on the toilet’s lever and twisted her head toward him.
“Don’t,” he growled.
She grinned and slammed the lever down.
When the water temperature changed, he howled.
“How about not wasting water and doing it in your room with lotion and a sock like every other man in this zip code?”
“Jemma, get the hell out!”
She disappeared from view. “Or what?”
“Or get in the fuckin’ shower with me and help me finish, so I can stop wastin’ water.”
He waited for her answer and heard nothing but the shower running.
Did she leave?
The door slammed shut.
Her hesitation had only meant one thing...
She had considered his suggestion. He grinned.
He closed his eyes again and a few minutes later his load circled the drain.
A hard slap on his ass made him jump, shoot straight up and bean his head on the hood of the cage he was working on.
What the fuck!
“You got company, brother,” Rook told him with a grin.
He rubbed the top of his head. He didn’t need any more goddamn injuries. He grabbed the rag he had nearby and wiped his hands. “Who?”
“My niece and your house mouse.”
“Jesus fuck, don’t call her that if you value your nuts remainin’ attached to your fuckin’ body.”
Rook’s grin widened. “Ain’t that what she is? She makes your meals, cleans your pad, takes care of your snot monkey... Sounds like a fuckin’ house mouse to me. Only thing missin’ is her droppin’ to her knees when you tell her to. She probably ain’t interested in your inverted micro cock. Only pops out when you’re hard.”
Cage clenched his teeth and growled, “Shut the fuck up before she hears you and I have to knock you the fuck out.”
Rook chuckled. “Yeah, right. You knock me out. Name the last time that’s happened?”
Cage pulled his shoulders back and locked eyes with his brother. “Will put it on my fuckin’ calendar for when my ribs are fully fuckin’ healed.”
Rook sucked sharply at his teeth. “Lookin’ forward to it. Maybe we’ll make a fuckin’ bet to see who knocks out who first.”
Both of their heads cracked together without warning and they spun on their father. “Knock it the fuck off, you assholes. Told you, no fightin’ here. You do it again and you’re fired. Then you can go cryin’ to the mommy who left your asses about how you no longer have a job. Though, doubt she’s gonna care ‘cause she don’t give a shit about either of you.”
“Trip don’t want us fightin’ amongst ourselves,” Whip reminded them from the next bay over, standing under a Chevy up on the lift and watching the whole thing.
“Shut the fuck up,” Rook and Cage shouted at the same time.
They turned, glanced at each other and smiled.
“Asshole,” Rook grumbled, still grinning.
“You probably had yours stretched in prison,” Cage said. “Bet you can fit a whole fist up there with just a little bit of spit.”
