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Being heart sick over one roommate was torture enough, but two? Two would be too painful.

I stripped down and hopped into the stream of freezing water, which felt great on my heated skin. I waited for it to do its job, to banish my dirty thoughts, and make my cock go back down to where it belonged.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together, in different positions, beckoning me to join them.

Fuck it, maybe I just needed to get them out of my system. I turned the water from icy to just hot enough to fill the bathroom with steam. Fuck yes, hot and humid, perfect relaxation for any water elemental.

With a few deep breaths I closed my eyes and saw Callum standing naked and proud, his thick cock standing hard against his abs. He smiled at someone. It wasn’t me; it was her.

Liz walked to him, her body flowing and natural, with generous breasts and the most amazing curves. Her shape gracefully tapered from her waist to her rounder hips and then back down to her toned thighs. She was a goddess, the reason I could never give up women entirely. And her divine vibe was more than physical. Caring and sweet, her aura shone so brightly.

Callum kissed her, long and slow, running one hand through her hair while the other trailed down her body. He turned her in his arms so I could watch his hands massaging her tits while his lips tasted the golden skin on her shoulder.

They were beautiful together. Even if it was just in my head, I knew they would be as perfect in real life.

She leaned back in his arms, and her eyes opened, looking at me. One of her hands lifted, wrapping around Callum’s neck. The other reached out to me, calling me to them.

“Come, Brock. Taste our girl,” he said, cupping her breasts and lifting them as if in offering.

My hand slid down my abs as I breathed in the perfectly humid water. With a wave of my other hand, I manipulated the droplets in the steam to form a figure that had the same shape as Callum, and one to form the shape of Liz. The two figures embraced, kissing and touching each other while I gripped my cock, squeezing the head to relieve some of the pressure. I wanted this to last.

When Callum reached between Liz’s thighs and caressed her, her head went back in a silent cry. I almost lost it. I barely held on when a knock came at the door, and I groaned in annoyance.

Couldn’t a man just get five minutes to fantasize about two of his roommates so he could get himself under control before he came in his pants like a fucking teenager?

“I’ll be out in a few,” I called.

“Are you okay?” Cal’s voice came through the door.

“Fine,” I called back, apparently not convincingly. The next thing I knew, Cal twisted the knob so hard it broke the lock, and the door swung in. Stupid vampires and their stupid strength.

“What are you doing?” I said, dissolving the steam before he could see the figures in it.

“Seeing if my friend is okay. I was worried about you. You came in for something and then ran down to the basement. Are you okay?”

How did I answer that? What did he want me to say?

The warm water pounded on my chest, sending torrents of wet heat down my abs and over my still rock-hard cock. All the blood from my brain had to be in my dick at that moment because I couldn’t bring myself to make up a lame excuse. I couldn’t even try to make up something for my straight friend to make him less uncomfortable. There were simply no more fucks to give, well at least that kind. I clearly had plenty of the other kind left.

“You really want to know? Why I ran down here to jump in the shower?” I asked, giving him an out. If he wasn’t smart enough to take it, that wasn’t my problem.

I took the towel from the rack and wrapped it around my waist before I stepped out of the shower. If I was going to be rejected, it would not be with my cock out.

“Yes,” he said, stepping closer to me, standing toe to toe. I was over his game, over the back and forth, so I put an end to it by reaching out and grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him to me. My lips sealed over his, and I waited for him to push me away, for him to wrench himself out of my grip.

Any minute, he was going to shove me back and tell me I’d just ruined our friendship forever.

He didn’t.

He kissed me back, his hands laced in my hair, and he kissed me like it was a battle of wills. If he wanted me to submit, at that moment for him, I would. Fuck dream Callum, and steam Callum. The real thing was so much better.

I opened my lips for him, letting him deepen the kiss. He didn’t just deepen it. He dominated it. His hands tightened in my hair, pulling me closer. His tongue caressed mine as he pulled me out of the shower.

“Turn off the water,” he growled.

“Yes, sir,” I said with a playful wink, but his eyes darkened, and his fangs came out, making my heart race with a jolt of adrenaline. Or was it fear?

Fuck, why was that so hot?

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