Glancing up at Gabe, I see that while I’ve been watching them, he’s been watching me. So steady and patient. That’s new.
I kind of love it.
He reaches out a hand to pull me up. The instant I’m on my feet, his patience washes down the drain. Stretching up the few inches that separate us, he sinks his fingers into my hair and brushes his lips across mine. But this isn’t a chaste kiss. He tugs on my hair until a bite of pain zings down my spine. Then he nips my lower lip.
I love the roughness. “Damn, that feels good.”
He murmurs his agreement. Keeps on making sounds of agreement and bliss as I let my hands coast down his chest, around his waist, over his hips. His fingers glide down my pecs, trace the grooves of my abs, and I pull back, holding my breath. He stares into my eyes, a question in his.
“Touch me, Gabe. Teach me.”
He bites his lower lip as one hand flattens against my skin. My muscles tighten beneath his touch, willing him on. Time slows as his hand slides lower. Fingertips brushing the dark curls above my dick.
Hot fingers wrap around my aching cock, and I groan, chin dropping to my chest. Finally. His grip is so strong. So much like my own. And different.
“Fuck, I love this. I love you.” King’s outburst echoes the thoughts in my head.
Smirking, Gabe works me, water easing the way. “Can I wash you?”
I nod, not sure I can form words because at the moment I’m trying to convince my dick that I’m not in fact ready to blow from a single touch and a searing look from my best friend.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
“What’d I do?” Katie Bird asks, breathless as she bounces on King’s dick.
“Please,” I say to Gabe.
He finds the soap, and I promptly lose mymind. Or what’s left of it. He starts at my shoulders, and I lift my arms. Oh hell, this is the sweetest kind of torture. King and Katherine fucking like they haven’t seen each other in months, with a soundtrack to match, and Gabe taking his leisurely time exploring my body.
His fingertips pause to examine every scar. Each dip and groove.
“Don’t let her come,” I tell King.
Devilish green eyes meet mine, and he grins, quickly drops a kiss to her lips and then picks up the pace again. I love that he doesn’t let her do all the work. No, he’s an active participant, using those thigh muscles he’s worked so hard for.
“Hear that, Wildfire? Alex has plans for your pretty pussy. I bet he won’t mind if I get you a little messy first.”
I find I don’t mind a lot of things where they’re concerned.
She whimpers again.
“Fill her up, King,” I say. “It’ll just make it easier to slide into that tight little cunt.”
His eyes flash. Oh, he likes that. I’d forgotten how much he gets off on dirty talk, and the perverse side of me likes to watch him squirm.
“Maybe Gabe’ll join me,” I murmur.
The bar of soap leaps out of Gabe’s hand.
11
KATHERINE
There’s a hard thunk, and I glance over my shoulder to see the bar of soap slip-and-sliding across the tile floor between Gabe and Alex’s feet.
Alex’s dark chuckle is one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard. I don’t hear it nearly often enough for my liking. Something to work on.
“Hear that, Wildfire?” King asks, his voice husky despite the steam. “They want to share you.”
