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If Quinton could get on board with what I'd done, then the rest of them should have no problem with it once I apologized to them for keeping secrets and taking risks behind their backs for their own benefits. Easier said than done, this I knew as fact. None of the men I chose to be with were pushovers in any sense. They all wanted to take care of me and would struggle for a little bit with the knowledge of all that I'd done and the harm I'd potentially put myself in firing range of, but eventually they'd get over it.
Right?
It wouldn't matter until I actually stood face to face with them, and I couldn't do that until I showered and made myself even remotely presentable, because I could not face them until I felt even moderately clean. All that blood being caked to my skin and forced into me really had done a number on me.
Would I ever feel clean again?
I wasn't sure and that scared me. After all I'd been through, all I'd suffered, I had never actually felt dirty myself. I had always known it had been the other people who'd harmed me were the dirty ones. But now, after spending one night with the Council, I felt like I'd never be anythingbutdirty.
I really did need to take a shower.
Quinton would be back any minute now, and I still hadn't got up to pee. I really didn't want to be caught with my pants down and my ass on the toilet seat when he walked in on me. I knew without a doubt he wouldn't give a crap about it, but I would.
I climbed out of the bed and sprinted toward the bathroom. I didn't bother to lock the door behind me, because Quinton had already proved he was capable of getting in there despite a locked door.
If the twins walked in on me, you know, actually going to the bathroom, they would never let me live it down. Hell, they'd probably take pictures and frame them so they could hang them up around not just the house but the shop as well.
Still, I did not lock the door. Instead I hustled to get my business done. I peed, brushed my teeth, and shucked off my clothes in record time. The water was on and I stood naked beneath the spray before Quinton returned to me. I didn't even notice his presence until the door was opening and he walked naked into the shower, joining me.
I was not expecting both Julian and Damien to walk in behind him. All three of them were completely naked. My mouth dropped open in shock as something fluttered in my lower abdomen. Something that felt a whole lot like lust.
My mouth watered as my pussy spasmed and clenched on nothing. This was not what I had been expecting. Just what in the hell was Quinton playing at here? He'd always been so very alpha that he didn't ever act like he wanted to share me. Now he was bringing two more naked men that I loved into the shower with me when he'd already told me he planned on fucking me again in the shower.
The shampoo bottle I held in my hand slipped through my fingers and clattered to the floor beside the drain. I hadn't yet squeezed anything out of it yet, but I'd popped the top open and now the white, shiny product oozed out onto the bottom of the shower.
"Shit," I muttered, as I bent down to pick the bottle up.
Quinton reached me first, and he easily plucked the bottle out of my hands. "Don't worry about it, baby," he told me. "Someone else will wash your hair for you."
My mouth dropped open. If Rain would notice Quinton's wet hair, then surely he would notice the wet hair of two others and know what it meant. Holy hell, all three of them needed to get out of here and do it right this freaking second before Rain had the chance to barge in here and beat them all to a bloody pulp.
"I'll do it," Damien replied huskily. "I'll happily wash her hair for her. I've been waiting a really long time to get the chance to do this actually."
His eyes practically gleamed as he shouldered his way past Quinton and stepped up to me. He snatched the shampoo bottle out of Quinton's hands and squirted a large dollop into his palm.
He approached me and his free hand landed lightly on my shoulder. "Turn around and I'll wash your hair for you."
My eyes moved to Quinton to see him eyeing Damien's hand on my shoulder. His head jerked and his eyes caught my own. He didn't look happy in the slightest. He actually looked strange, almost as if he'd swallowed something sour and didn't know what to do with the bitter taste left behind in his mouth. He jerked his head up at me as his jaw grew tight.
Quinton was not happy with these new circumstances, and it made me incredibly nervous and uncomfortable. Damien and Julian each respectively owned their very own pieces of my heart, but we hadn't quite gotten to this level of physicality in our relationships yet.
"We can't have sex in the shower with Rain downstairs," I blurted out in a rush. "It'll be like physically impossible for me to have an orgasm knowing my father is in the same house doing lord knows what. Probably planning one of your murders." My voice had risen, taking on a note of hysteria at the end.
Damien smirked at me and pushed gently on my shoulder. "Turn around."
I gave up and did as I was told. I'd been doing that a lot lately, and wondered if I should put up more of a fight but figured it would end the same, so whatever.
Immediately, his hands went to my hair and he gently ushered me under the spray of water, holding my face to the side so I didn't get sprayed in the face. I appreciated the gesture. He got my hair wet and tugged me back out from under the water. He massaged the shampoo into my hair with nimble fingers and I couldn't help but moan happily as he worked his fingers through my hair.
Quinton had just done this same thing for me days ago, and it had felt just as good as it did now.
I peeked back over my shoulder to see what the other two were doing. Quinton stood underneath the water on the other side of the shower, and Julian stood in the center of the space with his shoulder against the wall, watching Damien’s hands in my hair with rapt attention. Quinton also watched Damien, but his eyes didn't hold the same level of heat that Julian's did. He bit his lower lip and looked like he was restraining himself from running over here and ripping Damien's arms from his body and beating him to death with them.
Not a pretty picture.
I scowled at him before Damien guided my head back under the water and carefully rinsed out the shampoo. He repeated the whole thing again with the conditioner, and I was starting to relax back against him.
I suspected this is what he'd been going for by washing my hair. He'd wanted me to relax. Damien could be so sweet sometimes.
