Nico steps back, pulls his off in that one-hand move, and hands it to me with a smile. “Anything else, sunshine?”
“I’m good.” I smile and inhale the soft scent of rain and Nico from his shirt. I just need a moment to myself. Slipping into the bathroom, I close the door behind me and take a breath, leaning my head against the closed door. My revelation keeps spinning through my head.
Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with them.
I turn my head to look at my backside in the mirror. Fortunately, it looks worse than it feels. The skin is still red and a little swollen, but I’m bound to be sore for a while. I sigh and put Nico’s shirt on before using the bathroom and cleaning myself up a little.
As I’m washing my hands, someone knocks.
“Come in.”
The door opens and Caden steps in, closing it behind him. He holds up a tube of ointment and an ice pack. “May I, little nympho?”
I nod and turn back to dry my hands. He lifts Nico’s shirt and I suck in a breath at the heat that flows through me.
“Pain?” He sets the ice pack on the counter and opens the ointment.
“Only a little.” I watch him in the mirror, holding the hem of the shirt up with one hand. Even when we were being rough, Caden was gentle with me. He sets the ointment on the counter.
He smooths the balm over the marks. “I got this after the first time Luke’s father beat him with a belt. Those wounds never healed right. He still has the scars, but I found this and used it when his father got out of hand the next time.”
I swallow back my tears because Luke wouldn’t want them. “You’re a good friend.”
“Not always.” Caden chuckles. “Right now, I’d rather keep you to myself than share you with my friends.”
His eyes lift to mine in the mirror and the heat in them makes me squirm with need. He steps into me, reaching his arms around me to the sink, careful not to brush my ass. He turns the water on and washes his hands. “Did you enjoy the chase, little nympho?”
“Yes, War.” I lean my shoulders against him and hand him the towel to dry his hands.
“Did you get to come?” His green eyes dance.
“Yes.” I blow out a breath. “But you didn’t.”
He smirks and sets the towel to the side, straightening. “Doesn’t matter.”
I release the hem of the shirt and turn. He’s still right there and his cock is hard inside his boxers. I press my thighs together against the need swelling inside.
My fingers itch to touch his warm skin and I don’t resist. He sucks in a breath as I place my palm over his abs and look up at him. He picks up the ice pack and holds it against my bottom.
“It matters to me.” I slide my hand into his boxers and stroke his cock.
“We need to ice your ass.” His eyes have darkened.
I push his boxers over his hips. “We can multitask.”
When I go to drop to my knees, he stops me. I open my mouth to protest, but he drops to his knees before me and smirks.
“Hold the ice.” He grabs my thighs and sparks ignite throughout me.
I take the ice and hold it against my ass cheeks, watching his eyes.
“Just like that, little nympho.” He lifts my thigh and puts it over his shoulder. Leaning in close, he sniffs me and blows out his warm breath over my aching pussy. “Delectable.”
His mouth closes over me and I gasp at the hot feel of his tongue sliding through my folds. I clutch with one hand againstthe counter behind me, but his eyes hold me locked in his gaze as he takes pleasure in sucking and licking my pussy.
Everything inside me tingles as he winds me tighter and tighter. He draws away and kisses my quivering stomach before standing and taking my lips. I whimper at the unfulfilled ache he left behind.
When he kisses me deeply, I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. He lifts his head and I open my eyes to his. “Hold on to that ice, little nympho.”
