Page 53 of Outbreak

I hit the buttons on the panel and turn the dial, cranking up the heat until steam fills the space around us. “Oh, thank fuck!”

I chuckle as I step back out of the shower, removing my boots and tossing my clothes in the basket on the floor before moving back inside. “Come on, little Death. Let’s get warmed up. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this shower since I bought the place.”

Her heavy eyes sparkle with desire as she takes my hand, getting to her feet and stepping under the hot spray. “I think I’ll just live the rest of my life in your shower. Fuck, this feels amazing. I never knew how much hot water meant to me until I didn’t have it every day.”

“This isourshower, baby,” I say, grabbing the body wash and loofah from the built-in shelf, squeezing it out and lathering it up. I start washing her body, down her back, her shoulders, and her arms. She turns as I work and I wash her chest, paying extra attention to her sensitive nipples before trailing down herstomach and between her legs. I wash her gently there, soaking in every sound she makes—the way her breath hitches in her throat when I graze over her clit. “Do you need something, baby girl?”

“Uh-huh,” she says, nodding and biting her lip. “I need you to hurry up and get to the ‘fucking me in this shower’ part.”

Kneeling in front of her, I wash down her legs, and she lifts her feet, letting me soap them up. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble.”

“Well, I hope to fuck it means I get another spanking,” she sasses as I reach up and pull the handheld sprayer off the hook. I turn the dial and set it to a gentle flow, starting at her feet and washing her off. When I get to her pussy, I turn the dial to the hard stream, blasting high-powered water right over her slit. “Jesus, fuck!” Her moans echo in the room, the sound bouncing across the stones like a chanted prayer.

She spreads her legs a little, slightly thrusting her hips into the water before I take it away and smack her wet ass. “Greedy girl.”

Getting to my feet, I dial the sprayer back to the normal flow and finish washing her off. My cock twitches when it brushes against her warm skin, begging for her attention.

“My turn,” she says, grabbing the soap and pouring some into her hands. She goes straight for my cock, gripping it tightly in her tiny fist, flicking her thumb over the metal ball at the tip. She slides her hand back and grabs my balls, squeezing and making my whole body jolt.

“Jesus, woman,” I growl, my toes curling against the stones.

“I’m just giving you ahelping hand, Sir.” Her eyes glint with sarcasm and sass as she uses my words against me for the second time now.

Before she can blink, I have her hair twisted around my hand and her head craned back, her hand tightly gripping me still. “Ican see I’m gonna have to get real creative with your punishment from now on. You seem to think you’re in charge here.”

She smirks up at me as she flexes her fingers around my sensitive flesh. “I seem to think I have you by the balls.”

CHAPTER 43

Rue

“Is that so?” Ghost asks, flames flickering in his eyes as he grips my hair harder, letting his fingers trail down the column of my neck over the collar, between my boobs, down my stomach, and between my legs. Without so much as another word, he thrust his fingers inside of me roughly, so deep that I scream as my feet leave the warmth of the stone floor as he picks me up and wears my fucking pussy like a glove. My hand falls away from his junk, my back hitting the shower wall as he pins me to it with his body. “I think the fuck not, Death.”

The sheer dominance and power radiating from him and into me has me grinding down onto his hand, rocking my hips to feel him deeper. “Whatever you say, sir.”

I feel the growl he lets out all the way in my bones. His eyes bore into mine, swimming with need and something dark and twisted. After a few heartbeats, he lowers me to the ground and spins me around, pressing my face into the cool stones as he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to wash your hair now, then you’re going to sit on that bench over there and keep your mouth shut while I wash myself. If you behave, I’ll reward you like agood slut. If you don’t… Well, I’ll tie you to my bed and let you squirm all night after I come down your tight little throat.”

All of the sass and sarcasm that wants to spew out of my mouth dies in my throat, and I clamp my lips together. I want his beautiful cock more than I want to be a brat right now. When I slowly nod, he finally releases my face and smacks my ass. “That’s what I thought.”

With magic fingers, he washes my long hair, scrubbing and massaging my scalp. My eyes flutter closed, and I lean back into his warm, wet skin, his cock sliding against my back. Once he’s shampooed it twice and conditioned the ends, he sits me down, and I watch as he washes himself. He’s beautiful, sculpted, and carved with expert hands. His stomach muscles ripple as the water glides down, his V pointing straight to the star of the show—that thick ink and metal-adorned cock.

I can’t believe he let someone tattoo my nickname on him, much less on the most sensitive part of him. But it’s gorgeous, and it does funny things to my insides when I see it. He finishes rinsing off the soap and shuts the water off, rubbing his hand through his hair and the tattoos twisting around his arms, flexing deliciously. I just want to lick the water from every inch of him.

“If you eye fuck me any harder, you’ll give me a complex,” he chuckles, walking over to me and pulling me to my feet. My body collides with his, and I have to crane my neck to look up at him.

“Can you blame me? You’re the one with photoshopped abs and a decorative dick.”

He bends down, grabbing my ass and lifting me up until my legs wrap around his waist, his cock trapped between us as he crushes me against him and presses me back into the shower wall.

“Hi,” I say softly, my hand sliding up his face, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Hi, baby girl,” he says back, his voice deep and dark and everything I need as I study his face. He does the same—the moment intense and full of longing and need. Pushing all the banter and sass aside, I realize just how lucky we are to be alive—to be here, together.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He asks, bringing his hand to my head and twisting his fingers in my hair.

“For coming back for me—to me,” I whisper, closing my eyes as emotion suddenly clogs my throat when I think about everything that’s happened in such a short period of time.

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