Page 126 of Play Dirty

That broke whatever restraint he had left. He shoved my legs back, pinning them all the way up, behind my ears. He drove into me harder. Faster.

And when it hit—

We went sailing over the edge together.

And this time… no one looked away.

~ 39 ~

HAVEN

The hot water helped.

Not enough to wash away all my sins, but certainly some of them.

Steam curled thick around me, clinging to my skin, sliding down in slow rivulets as I stood beneath the spray and let my head fall forward. My muscles were loose. My body still humming faintly from everything that had just happened.

Ares.

Sebastian.

Too much. Not enough. I didn’t even know anymore.

I only knew we’d rutted like animals for more than an hour, before they gathered their clothes and left.

I braced a hand against the tile, closing my eyes. Remembering how it felt to lay there, thoroughly plundered, in a room scented only by sex.

Hot water poured over the back of my neck, running down my body. It felt baptismal. Cleansing. I tried to let it wash away the noise in my head, as well.

It didn’t.

It never did.

The door clicked. I froze, but only for a second.

Footsteps followed. Calm. Unhurried.

Not Ares.

Not Sebastian.

I turned at the waist, already knowing before I even saw him.

Grayson.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there for half a second — watching me through the steam — before reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it off like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like he’d been here the whole time.

“Really?” I asked, because apparently sarcasm was the only defense mechanism I had left.

His ridiculously handsome mouth twitched.

“Funny,” he said.

“What is?”

“You,” he said, stepping closer. “Walking in on me in the shower, every chance you get.”