Page 7 of Only for Tonight

“You need to get cleaned up, Baby,” Softy says.

“I don’t think I can move,” I mumble, making them chuckle.

“I’ll run the bath,” Growly says.

I listen to them moving around, going in and out of consciousness. I feel like I’m floating on a warm cloud.

“Are you with me?” Softy asks.

“Yeah,” I sigh and stretch my legs. That’s when I feel the water slosh and look around. “What the hell?” I don’t remember him bringing me in here.

“You were gone,” he laughs softly.

“Oh,” I reply, slightly embarrassed. I look up at his masked face, and I’m overwhelmed with the feelings running through me. Even when they were rough, they made sure I was always okay. I can’t do this to myself, though, because the moment I walk out of here, they’ll forget all about me.

“What’s wrong?” He runs his fingers down my cheek. “I liked the blissed-out look, not this one.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I sigh. “I just know that I’ll never find anyone to make me feel like you guys did.”

“How did we make you feel?”

“Sexy. Desired. Amazing. I could add so many more words to that, but you get the idea.”

“No one has ever given you that?”

I shake my head. “No. I was always afraid to tell them what I wanted, so it fell…flat.”

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell someone your desires. If they have a problem with it, then they aren’t for you anyway.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You work for a naughty website and hang out in sex clubs.”

“You are the only one we’ve ever indulged from the website. We only know Jackson because of here.”

“You don’t do this with anyone else?”

He shakes his head. “Just each other.”

“Why me?”

“There’s something about your innocent eyes. We help Jackson set up these fantasies, and when we saw you, we all agreed that we’d be the ones to fulfill it.”

“Thank you. I don’t think it would have been the same.”

“No. Thank you for trusting us to deliver your fantasy.”

I stare into the eyeholes of his mask and make a decision. “Can you take it off?” I at least want to remember one of their faces.

“Are you sure?” He reaches for it and pauses, waiting for my nod. When I do, he pulls it over his head, and I’m struck by the gorgeous man staring back at me.

His hair is jet black and slightly damp from the mask, making it flop over in his brown eyes. I reach up and run my finger over the piercing in the middle of his bottom lip. “Holy shit,” I whisper. He has another piercing in his right nostril and his septum. I push his hair back off his forehead, and his eyebrow is pierced, too. The tattoos stop just under his chin and cover every inch that I can see above the water. “You’re beautiful.”

He laughs softly. “I think you need to look in the mirror, Baby. You’re the beautiful one. Let me clean you up before the water gets cold.”

He grabs body wash from the side of the tub and cleans the top half of my body with his hands. I stare at his eyes the whole time, committing his face to memory. He nudges me to stand and gets to his knees in the water. When his hand rubs across my sore ass, I can’t help the hiss of pain. He kisses my thigh and finishes washing before pulling me back into the tub.

I curl back against his chest and start steeling myself for having to say goodbye.

I just know I’ll never be the same after this.

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