“Does this mean you don’t want to go?” she teased.
“Of course I do. You have to come so we can ski, party, and you can meet BroKen.” I shoved her.
She shook her head. “I don’t need to meet BroKen.”
“I think you do,” I joked.
“If we’re going to shower, we probably should do that.” Saoirse looked at the clock, then tugged me into the bathroom.
“You just want to see me naked.” Laughing, I removed my shirt and tossed it onto the floor.
“Always.” She unhooked my bra, letting the girls spring free.
Ahhh, there was nothing quite like taking off your bra after a long day.
Saoirse turned on the water to the shower and both of us finished stripping. I stepped in.
“You are so beautiful, and you did such a good job tonight.” Saoirse’s arms wrapped around me from behind.
“Hopefully, it will mean something, and someone won’t just slither in to take his place,” I replied.
“Well, that’s not for us to worry about. We did our job.” She leaned down and kissed me.
Turning to face her, I pressed my lips to hers hungrily, wanting release, our scents filling the shower. She had an athletic build, and my hand squeezed her muscular ass.
I had a thing for muscular asses.
“Mmmm, someone is needy tonight,” she murmured, continuing to kiss me, one hand reaching around to touch me.
“Please, Love. Please?” Leaning into her, I arched my back alittle, moaning as she hit a good spot.
One hand still on her ass, my other hand caressed her just the way she liked. The warm water rained down on me as I lost myself in the way she made me feel–and doing the same for her.
“Right there,” she whispered, as my fingers went a little faster.
Hungrily, needily, we brought each other to our peaks. Panting lightly, I rested my head on her chest–she was quite tall, even for a delta. My arms squished her to me.
“Mmmm, that was lovely.” She kissed me again.
“Just what I needed.” I smiled at her.
“We should finish showering. Especially if you want to dry your hair.” Grabbing the shower gel, she lathered me up.
“I love it when you do that.” I kissed her again.
“Focus, or I’m going to throw you in bed and we’ll miss the flight.” She laughed.
I sighed. “Promises, promises. But I don’t want to miss it.”
After all, maybe Carlos was right, and Saoirse would get to meet BroKen.
Chapter Three
Hale
December 23
“Motherfucker,that’sFiona?” I breathed as we drove away from the train station. The car smelled faintly of peppermint candy, making my dick hard and my mouth water.
