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I walk through the door and head straight to the gym, assuming that’s where she must be. There’s only so many ways for her to rid herself of the emotions that were riding her hard.
My anxiety ratchets up when I open the doors to find the room empty. I head across the hall to her dance studio but I can tell it’s empty before I even open the door fully. There would be music blasting if she really was in here.
The door slams behind me as I spin on my heels after confirming the room is empty. I head to her room and just pray she’s in there. I don’t think I can deal with Scar going rogue again. I may just have to put her over my knee and spank her ass if she even considers it.
With everything going on, I wouldn’t be all that surprised though. She’s come a long way in trusting us and leaning on us for support, but it doesn’t change the level of frustration we are all feeling. Every new incident just makes it that much worse.
I walk into her room, my eyes immediately drawn to the mural on her wall. Even with my worry, it’s hard not to smile whenever I see it. I tear my eyes away and search her room only to find it empty as well. I’m about to turn and walk away in a panic when I hear the shower.
The rushing in my ears from my panic blending with the spray of the water.
I sigh in relief, the tension melting out of my body as I walk toward the shower, already removing my belt.
I make my way into her bathroom only for an entirely new tension to take its place.
Scar’s workout clothes are scattered over the bathroom floor, haphazardly thrown all over the place. Almost as if she had torn them off in her frustration. Apparently she did decide to try and work out her aggression, only to find it wasn’t what she needed.
I growl low in my throat as I watch her move the shower head back and forth slowly between her legs. The clear glass panels of the shower keep nothing hidden from my sight. Guess my girl needed a different kind of release and had no one around to help her.
Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, her long, dark hair hanging past her ass as her hips swivel against the pressure from the water.
I growl again, louder this time. My girl is needy, and I’ll be fucked if I sit back and watch her take care of it herself. She flinches, hearing me this time and lets out a little yelp.
She turns toward me sharply and curses. “Fucking hell, Luca. You scared me.”
I shake my head, slowly walking towards her. “What do you think you’re doing, Letty?”
She tilts her chin up defiantly. “What do you think I’m doing?” she taunts.
The chuckle that slips past my lips is dark and dangerous. Her body shivers at my tone and we both know she’s in trouble.
“That’s not your pussy to play with,” I warn her as I take the last step to the shower. She looks up at me through the glass, a smirk playing on her lips.
“No?” she asks. “Then whose pussy is it?”
“Mine,” I answer without hesitation. I start stripping, in no rush to get naked. I enjoy the desperate look in her eyes as she looks up at me, the shower head hanging loosely at her side, all but forgotten. “Kade’s,” I continue, “Ryder’s, Noah’s, Declan’s. But not yours,” I finish.
I pull my shirt off and love the way her eyes devour every inch of my skin. Scar and I are hardly ever patient enough to get fully naked together. Her eyes slow as she looks at the rose tattoo on my chest again. A genuine smile pulling at her lips. She saw this one the other night, but I have another surprise for her.
“If you’re feeling needy, you call us,” I reprimand her.
Her eyes narrow at me, but her tongue traces her bottom lip, giving away her lust. “None of you were home,” she argues.
“Then you should have waited like a good girl,” I tell her, unbuttoning my pants as I talk. “Good girls get rewarded, naughty girls get punished.”
She bites down on her lip as she pouts, trying to hide her want, but absolutely failing.
I push my jeans and boxers down in one motion, stepping out of them quickly. I’m already achingly hard for her. Her eyes trail over me and I smirk when she freezes.
“Luca,” she drags out my name, enunciating each letter. “What the fuck is that?”
Her eyes are glued to my thigh where I have my personal favorite tattoo. I don’t say anything, instead just opening the door and sliding into the shower behind her. She spins to face me, her hands fall to rest on my hips and she drops the shower head.
I laugh as I pull it back up. She licks her lips and looks at me, water sprays between both of us as I uncoil the shower head and get it to the point water isn’t directly spraying in our faces anymore.
“Answer me,” she demands.
I just lift my shoulders in a shrug. “What does it look like?” I throw her own sass back at her.
