Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“It's not your damn fault.” Skyhigh's tone is firm. “The Burnout is rough but it isn’t a warzone, baby. If I knew you were going, I would’ve made sure someone was there to keep an eye on you, but it’s just a fucking bar. You didn’t start shit just by existing. Those assholes made their own choices. You'd never been there. So I just wanna make this fucking clear—you did nothing wrong. Don't let your guilt tell you differently.” He pinches his lips for a moment as a cloud passes over his face. “Because guilt is a fucking liar. It’ll always find a way to make shit your fault.”
I sniffle hard and blink my eyes, then draw a couple of deep breaths. “Okay. I'll try.”
He nods in approval. “Good. Now let's get that damn beer washed off you.”
With their help, I get my jeans off, leaving me standing there in nothing but panties and the bandage on my arm. “Can I shower on my own?”
“Nope.” Skyhigh pulls off his jacket and pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing his broad chest, tattoos rippling along with his muscles. “It's obvious you're in need of bodyguards. And we'll be guarding your body real close.”
Oh.
Dragon, still crouched in front of me, is in perfect position to hook his fingers in my panties and pull them down, something he demonstrates expertly while he places a kiss on my belly button and teases the piercing with his tongue. “You coulda gotten hurt,” he grumbles. “Don't fucking do that again.” Then he kisses a little lower as he lets my last bit of clothing drop to the floor. And a little lower again, right above my most sensitive of sensitive spots. The hot water is starting to steam up the room, but there's nothing hotter in here right now than me watching him move just a little bit lower and look up at me.
“Shower first,” Blackout announces and pulls me around, just before Dragon is about to make contact.
“What? No, it can wait. Really, just—”
The boys laugh as Blackout lifts me into the tub. The hot water feels so good, that for just a moment I forget about my audience, just close my eyes and let it wash over me, through my hair, over my face. Feeling it cleanse me. Why are showers so magical?
And then Skyhigh climbs in behind me, completely naked.
And steel hard.
22
WILLOW
I close my eyes and let Skyhigh wash my hair. It feels like my insides are melting into a hot, gooey mess as his fingers massage my scalp. I almost don’t notice the way his cock keeps bumping into my hip when he moves. Almost. I try to play it cool, but I don’t think I’m very good at it.
I have to concentrate on standing, as my body wants to collapse and just let him do whatever magic it is that he does with those powerful fingers. I have to put my palms flat against the shower wall so I don't just slide to the bottom of the tub like jello.
When I moan, deep, deep in my chest, he chuckles. “Feeling better?”
“What do you think?”
He laughs under his breath as he picks my loofa out of my shower basket and soaps it up. When it drags down my back, I moan. When he washes over and under my breasts, the rough texture of the loofa over my nipples makes my knees weak. I arch my back and lean into the wall as he washes my hips and ass reverently, scrubbing first the outsides and then the insides of my thighs. He pulls me close, his thick cock pressing into the small of my back while he slides it down my belly, his other hand caressing my breast. By the time the water starts to run cool, I want nothing more than to have him deep inside me. Shower, bed, right here in the tub if that's what he wants. I've never been this horny in my life.
I turn quickly, stretching to my tiptoes as I press myself against him. Skyhigh’s tall enough that the head of his cock nearly bumps into the bottoms of my breasts. His hands go to my waist, steadying me, and then his mouth is on mine and I forget to breathe, too obsessed with devouring him like a starving woman. His slides against mine, claiming my mouth. He's so warm, so strong, so… present.
“Looks like you might want something? What did I tell you about using your voice?” Blackout says in a husky rumble from just outside the shower. I’d honestly forgotten that we’re four in here and not just two.
“I… I want…” I look up at Skyhigh, knowing exactly what I want to say. What I want to beg him to do. “I think I’m ready for the next lesson,” I say thickly.