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I couldn’t look away. As Turik had said, the two of them were equally matched physically.
“Are you warm, Shelby?” Vorx asked.
There were parts of me that were heating, but those didn’t count. So, I slowly shook my head.
A smile tugged at Vorx’s lips as he held out his hand.
“Will you allow me to warm you?”
“Yes.” I placed my hand in his, and a rumble of satisfaction echoed from him as he led me into the shower.
Soothing steam surrounded me. That alone would’ve been enough to warm me, but I knew Vorx had bigger plans. After all, he couldn’t do things by half measures if he wanted to one-up Turik’s official first attempt, which had ended quite well, in my opinion.
Vorx backed me into the water and gently wet my hair. I held still as he massaged my scalp and worked his strong fingers down my neck. I wanted to moan with pleasure in a completely different way this time. How long had it been since someone had taken this much time to care for me? And to this level? Never.
He continued down to my shoulders, melting away any tension I might’ve still carried from our run-in with the infected. I sighed and leaned my forehead against Vorx’s sternum while lightly anchoring my hands at his sides.
His muscles jumped under my touch.
In a moment of complete self-honesty, I acknowledged just how much I craved this. It was more than physical contact and an amusing game between friends. I craved Vorx’s undivided attention. I craved his touch. I craved meaning something to someone. Something positive and caring versus all the hate and pain I’d suffered because of Nat.
However, I couldn’t help but wonder what my cravings meant since I didn’t just crave those things from Vorx. I craved it all from Turik too.
Equally.
And while they didn’t mind sharing me now, I was adult enough to acknowledge that this couldn’t continue forever. Eventually, when they decided on a winner for their competition, they would want me to choose between the two of them. And I wasn’t ready for that kind of relationship yet.
The current one was more than confusing enough—like how it didn’t bother me that I’d orgasmed with Turik in front of Vorx or how Vorx was likely going to try to one-up that experience with another orgasm now. In fact, I was looking forward to that part.
The confusing part was what I felt about both of them. Again, equally. Affection. Need in all the ways I’d already acknowledged. And I wasn’t sure what else. Not that Vorx was about to let my confusion morph into anything stressful.
His hands methodically massaged their way down my back inch by inch. By the time he reached the base of my spine, he held me flush to his front since his magic touch melted all of my strength. I couldn’t even contain the small sounds escaping my lips, a sign of how much I liked what he was doing.
Those sounds became more urgent when his hands slipped to my ass and he began kneading the muscle there. A soft growl rumbled in his chest, and his erection twitched against my stomach.
“You are so soft here.”
“I’m soft everywhere compared to you.”
“I like your softness.”
My pulse sped further, and a bolt of need struck my middle. Like I had with Turik, I took the step from passive game participant to active player and leaned forward to lick a drop of water from his chest before meeting his gaze.
“Then maybe you should massage a few other soft places.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he spun me around and pressed my back to his front. I sputtered against a face full of spray for only a moment before he turned us.
The rumble of his laughter registered a half-second after I finished sputtering. Instead of getting mad, I laughed too.
“I’m guessing drowning me wasn’t part of your ‘warm her better than Turik’ plan, was it?”
“No, it was not. This was, though.”
He covered one of my breasts with his hand, and the heat of his palm branded the flesh he began kneading. My nipple pebbled, and I bit back a groan.
“I can hear what this does to your heart. How it races.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers while the other hand drifted down to cup me between the legs.
“Turik seemed surprised by the heat of your pussy when it was hugging his cock. But this doesn’t feel shockingly hot,” he said, adding pressure against my folds. “I don’t think you’re warm enough yet. Do you?”
