Page 127 of Hunted
“Love you, too,” I mumble back, unable to resist telling him that, even if he is being a cock tease right now, just like the rest of them.
“Tink, you want to take a shower or a bath? I imagine you want to feel clean after two days in the hospital.”
I blow out a relieved breath as I turn to him. Now that Bower mentions it, I do feel a little gross. “That’d be great,”
“Come on, I’ll help you,” he says, offering his hand to me.
I grab it and have to press my lips together to stop the huge smile that wants to break free. Does he really think I can’t shower on my own? I’m not going to complain, though. Maybe he’ll help clean me… especially that place between my legs that feels especially dirty right now.
When we get into my bathroom, he starts the shower, so it starts heating up, then silently grabs my top and pulls it up. I lift my arms to help, and he continues undressing me.
When he pulls off his own shirt, I raise an eyebrow in question.
“What? You didn’t think I was going to let you shower on your own, did you?”
I laugh at his cheeky grin, but I immediately stop when he drops his pants, leaving him standing there in all his naked glory. His cock hardens as I stare at it and I find myself swaying towards him on instinct, needing to be closer to it… I mean…him.
“My eyes are up here, Tink.”
“I know, it’s not your eyes I’m interested in right now.”
He barks out a laugh, his arms banding around me as I’m lifted into the shower. I let out a small squeal when the water first hits me, but my body quickly adjusts, and I relax against him.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” he asks as he grabs the bodywash and fills his hand with some. Then he takes his time cleaning me. And when I say he takes his time… he really does, lingering on parts that make me moan and press my body harder against him.
“I should clean you, too,” I murmur, grabbing some bodywash before I grip his hard cock and start stroking it slowly.
“Zee..” he growls, his fingers pinching my nipples in retaliation. “You’re still bruised.”
“Not everywhere.”
I squeeze him harder, and he drops his head back and groans. “You’re killing me, Zee.”
“Please, Bower. One little orgasm?” I try to give him my best puppy dog eyes when he looks back down at me, and I can see he’s struggling.
I squeeze him again and he lowers one hand to my pussy, his finger running through my folds before he sinks it deep inside me. “Let’s get one thing straight, no orgasm I give you will ever be described aslittle. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” I nod quickly as a second finger joins the first, and he starts pumping them in and out of me. I moan as my hips start thrusting against his hand.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl.”
I cry out as his words send me over the edge, my orgasm ripping itself from me so fast, I convulse on his fingers and cling to his arms.
Suddenly the water shuts off and Bower is pulled away from me. I gasp when I see Reece and Weston’s dark stormy eyes narrowed on me.
“No, not a good girl,” Reece says, shaking his head. “You’ve been a very bad girl. We told you that you had to wait until the bruise was gone.”
“But that’s not fair! You guys have been getting me worked up all day!” I whine as Weston starts drying me off with a towel. I notice Bower on the outside of the shower, drying himself off. When he sees me looking, he gives me a wink, which tells me the guys aren’t really upset, and that sets me at ease.
“Is that right?” Reece asks as Weston finishes drying me and steps back. “Have we left our girl all needy and desperate?”
Pushing out my lower lip, I nod, using my same pleading eyes that worked on Bower. I see the corner of Reece’s lip twitch right before he scoops me up and carries me out to my bedroom.
I notice Kingsley placing my phone and my new keychain on my nightstand before he turns and sees me naked in Reece’s arms. “What’s going on here?” he asks in interest, as Reece places me in the middle of my huge bed.
“Apparently, we’ve been teasing poor Darla all day.”
“Oh no, what horrible boyfriends we are,” he says sarcastically.
