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“Fucking hell,” Caleb says.

I reach down and immediately remove the bullet as I slide back under the water.

I look towards Caleb, his head is thrown back, and his throat moves as he swallows. His erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans is visible, and despite the orgasm that just tore through me, the sight of it has me aching for more. I want to reach out and grab it.

His head comes down, and our eyes meet. His pupils almost take up his entire eye as he stares at me. He licks his lips, and I find myself doing the same, imagining my tongue is his as I trace my lips. Placing the towels he brought me on the counter, he stalks towards me, kneeling beside the tub. He settles, resting his hands on his thighs as his eyes stay on mine.

“Show me,” he says.

I reach into the water and find the still-vibrating bullet, and hold it up for him to see.

He grins.

“Use it on your nipples.”

His order turns me on, and I do exactly as he says. I watch him while his eyes follow the bullet. When I find my right nipple, I thrust my chest up, cresting over the water, giving him a perfect view of my breasts. His breath hitches when I use my free hand to tweak my other nipple. His eyes flick to mine.

“You dirty girl.” He leans forward slightly. “You enjoy me watching you touch yourself. Is that what you wanted? Did you want me to come in here and watch you come as you play with yourself?”

It may not have been my initial thought, but I’m glad it happened, so I nod.

“Do it. Put that bullet on your clit and make yourself come. I’m going to watch you come with my name on your lips without me even touching you.”

I do as I’m told, moving it down my body and finding my clit. I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation.

“Eyes on me,” Caleb growls. “You’re going to watch me. Watch me as you give yourself pleasure.”

His words have another orgasm building. He’s taking command, but not touching me. His words say he’s in control, but his actions say I have the final say. It provides me with a sense of freedom I didn’t know I needed.

I keep my eyes on his as my second orgasm builds. When I’m close, I reach out and grip the edge of the bathtub. I come, calling his name while holding eye contact. My eyes want to roll into the back of my head. I can’t fight it anymore, my eyes close as the orgasm continues to ripple through my body.

As I come down from the high, opening my eyes, I’m met with a view of Caleb adjusting himself in his pants. The view and the continued pressure from the vibrator have me coming again. I have to clamp my hand over my mouth as I almost shout Caleb’s name. I remove the bullet and turn it off. My entire body goes limp as I relax back into the water.

Caleb groans. “Fucking hell, woman. You’re gorgeous. I could watch you like that every day for the rest of my life.”

My body is too limp and satiated to be embarrassed. The click of the door has me turning my head and seeing he’s left.

CHAPTER 17

Caleb

Ihad to leave that washroom before I reached out and touched her. I had no plans to do that. I wanted to give her the towels and then I was going to leave and retreat back to my room. She’s been through enough tonight. I didn’t want to cross any lines, but seeing her like that, flushed from her orgasm, my name on her lips as she came. My resolve snapped, and I needed to take some control.

I head straight to my en-suite washroom and turn the shower on cold before stripping and stepping under the water. It does nothing to calm my erection. I lean forward, bracing myself on the wall with one arm and reaching down with the other. I wrap my hand around my cock, giving it a good stroke. I groan as I remember the view of Bailey’s breasts as they came out of the water when she climaxed. I hear her breathy moans; her calling my name. I groan and stroke myself faster. I imagine what it would feel like to have her hot pussy clench around my cock when she comes. The thought alone has me tumbling over the edge, calling her name as I come.

I finish my shower and climb into bed, staring at the ceiling, I toss and turn before I finally fall asleep.

My hands are red and they slip as I try to hold pressure on the wound.

“Stay with me!” I yell.

Tyler screams in pain as his eyes begin to roll back. I push harder on the wound with one hand, quickly tapping the side of his face with the other.

“Tyler, you fucking stay with me. You’re not dying on me.”

I watch the life slowly drain from him. His eyes roll back, and his eyelids start to close. His body relaxes into the ground. The sound of gunfire surrounds me. The sand is irritating my nose. I’m sweating like crazy in my gear. I continue to hold pressure despite him slipping away. I look up to call for help, but my eyes are met with the barrel of an AK-47.

I jolt awake, my body covered in sweat and my legs tangled in the sheets at the end of the bed. Finn tends to leave the bed during my nightmares, so I’m not surprised I don’t feel him near my feet. A hand reaches out and touches my forehead, and I’m immediately on alert. My head snaps in the direction the hand came from, and striking blue eyes stare at me.

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