“Mmm,” Fletcher agreed. “Sometimes? It’s even better.”
27
SKY
The patterof water hitting tile behind me filled my ears. I stood in front of the mirror, naked, staring at myself as the shower heated.
I stared at my pale skin littered with scars and track-marks and chemical burns from the years spent in the facility. All the horrors they’d put us through, all the so-called “testing” they’d done.
I stared at the fading red stretch marks on my stomach from three pregnancies, the way the skin on my belly sagged a little around the middle. I touched the softness there and frowned.
Sometimes, I wasn’t sure how the hell Fletcher and Adam could look at me and find me attractive. Sure, I had a decent face—high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, full lips, and my two-toned eyes were unique, but…
I stared at my reflection for a long while, trying on different expressions, different smiles. Trying to see what they saw.
Then, after a minute, I took out my phone and snapped a photo of myself. Nude. Vulnerable. Without giving myself a chance for second thoughts, I sent it to the group chat.
Almost immediately, they both replied with emojis. Fletcher sent heart-eyes and Adam sent a couple of hearts, followed by an eggplant. I giggled softly.Oh, Adam…
Feeling a bit better about myself, I got in the shower and began washing my hair. Next came conditioner, and I scrubbed my body while I let it set. Then I rinsed everything clean, but I didn’t get out of the shower.
Not yet. It felt too good.
Instead, I stood beneath the hot spray of water and closed my eyes, letting my mind off its leash for a little while.
Of course, it wandered back to that day in the kitchen, when Adam had pressed me up against the counter. Teasing me. Tempting me. He hadn’t done more than kiss me since then, and it’d been a couple of weeks.
I wondered what might’ve happened had I initiated contact, instead of letting him turn and walk away. If I had pulled him back, unzipped his jeans, and slid them down his thighs. If I’d dropped to my knees right there in the kitchen and explored that side of myself.
My hand found my cock, stroking as I let my imagination run wild, but a knock at the door startled me out of my fantasy.
I jumped back, nearly slipping on the tile. “I-I’m in here!” I uttered, almost breathless.
The door opened, bringing with it a gust of chilled air that sent goosebumps freckling across my wet skin—or maybe that was because of the way Adam chuckled, low and soft.
“I know, lover,” he murmured. “Mind if I join you?”
Join me? My heartbeat roared almost deafeningly loud between my ears. I couldn’t answer. All I could do was stare as averynaked Adam stepped into the shower.
His golden gaze was scorching as it raked over me, lingering on my erection. His lips quirked up at one corner. He met my eyes, and for a moment, we stared at each other.
Then he surged across the shower and kissed me. Hard. Hungry. Demanding. He swept me up in a tidal wave and it was all I could do to keep upright.
I whimpered and grasped at his shoulders, arching up to rub myself against him, suddenly shameless. “I-I was just thinking about you,” I eked out.
Adam hummed, a chuckle hidden behind that low sound. “Oh, really?”
I nodded. My hands slid over Adam’s wet skin, over his hard stomach muscles and his chest, my thumbs grazing over his nipples. Admiring him, because he was like a piece of art.
My gaze dropped to his cock, which was already hard and standing at attention—demanding mine. I sucked in a sharp breath. He was bigger than me, but he was an Alpha.
I reached for him and curled my fingers around his shaft, stroking gently. Adam growled low, soft, and dragged me into him. He crushed our mouths together and my hand grew bolder.
Adam spun us, and my back hit the shower wall. When I whimpered, he nipped at my bottom lip, hard enough to sting.
“You and Fletcher have been driving me crazy, you know that?” he growled out, heat flashing in his eyes. “I’ve been trying to be good. Trying to give you time to adjust to this, adjust to us, but fuck, Sky. You make it so damnhard.”
His hips flexed, and I felt his cock twitch against my palm. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck as he sucked the spot beneath my left ear, and I whined out his name. He rocked into me again, but my hand didn’t slow.
