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I don’t bother knocking, but the natural scent hits me in the face and almost catches me off guard. I haven’t been in here for a long time. There’s always an aura of flowers and cedar, but tonight, that’s fused with a pungent hint of iron.
Her bed is in the center, with its feet facing the door, and the California king is decorated with feminine plush blankets and one hundred and fifty-two pillows. Her bathtub sits openly to the side, with a floating wall that separates theactualbathroom. For whatever reason, she wanted her bath in the open. On the other side is her closet. If you can even call it that. The thing is basically a fucking two-story jewelry store surrounded by other shit.
A satin black bar is nestled in the corner, with a bright pink neon sign hanging over the face that readsCocaine is bad for you, and beanbags spread around it. A big fuck off TV hangs on the opposite wall, surrounded by random cutout photos of everyone over the years. Even fucking baby photos of us.
Halen and her sentimental bullshit.
“Okay well, don’t worry, you don’t need to knock.” Halen rolls her eyes, making her way into the bathroom and leaving River and Stella on the beanbags. Even though both hers and Priest’s rooms are the same size, somehow, she manages to fit more shit into hers. Borderline hoarder.
I ditch them and follow behind Halen like a fucking puppy.
When we’re out of earshot, I grab her elbow. “Talk. Now.”
Her eyes come to mine in the wall-sized mirror. “No.”
My head jerks back. “The fuck do you mean ‘no’?”
She reaches for the bottom of her crop top and tosses it into the corner of the room. “I can’t do this with you. You’re just going to have to trust me.”
“Trust you?” I follow her to the stream of water that’s falling from the raindrop shower. “Halen, I barely fucking like you right now.”
She spins to face me. I’m so entrapped by her eyes that I don’t notice her hand go to the back of her bra until it falls to the ground.
My eyes drop to her perfect tits.
“Are you sure about that?” She steps closer, her bloodstained hand coming to the tattoo on the side of my neck. “Or are we going to keep pretending?”
“Why not?” My brows rise in challenge, looking from her lips to her eyes. “It’s not like we haven’t been for years now.”
She falls back, stepping beneath the water while shimmying out of her cargo pants and kicking them away.
I draw closer, leaning against the wall as beads of water roll over her body.
“You’re looking too hard.”
“Am I?” My head tilts. I don’t realize I’m doing it until I’ve reached for the back of my shirt, throwing it onto her pile. I step into the shower just as she turns to face me, swiping water from her face.
“War… everyone is in my bedroom right now.”
“So?” I whisper over her lips and my cock swells against the zipper of my jeans. “Then you’re gonna have to be quiet.” Before she can protest, my mouth crashes against hers as I bury my hand into the back of her hair. She fucked up when she let me taste her, because now I’m gonna ruin her. Slowly. Bit by bit until she doesn’t realize she has nothing left until she realizesshe has nothing left.
Releasing her hair, my hand wraps around her throat and I force her backward. Her head bounces off the wall before her long brown hair fans out over her shoulders. My fingers bruise her thighs when I lift her from the ground, as she wraps her legsaround my waist and my tongue traces the hard lines of her jaw, all the way down to the soft curves of her tits. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, my teeth catch the piercing as blood seasons the tip of my tongue.
She cries out through weakened whimpers, but I catch them by covering her mouth with my other hand.
My tongue swipes over my bottom lip as my eyes darken on hers. “Can you shut up?”
Her eyes turn to slits.
“Awww…” I tease, flashing a smirk and moving in closer, until the tip of my nose grazes over the bridge of hers. “Halen doesn’t like being told what to do. Fuck. Can’t say that I’m surprised.”
I let my hand slip but before she can start popping off, my mouth is on hers once more. There’s a faint echo of a door closing in the background, but neither of us stop.
Her movements are frantic as she slides her hand between our bodies, tugging at the belt around my waist. After forcing my jeans and briefs down and tossing them out of the shower, her lips are back on mine and her kisses become more desperate.
Needy.
Wet.
