Page 22 of Grave Kisses
“The bathroom is a bathroom, but it’s also another playroom. There is a small room where the toilet and sink are, but the rest is where things require a bit more cleanup.”
“Like…”
“Like restraining you to a fucking machine where it will fuck both of your holes until you either squirt or come so many times you can’t speak,” he says bluntly. “There is a table where we can essentially simulate drowning as we fuck you thoughtless. We could bend you over the tub and take you from behind as we hold your head under water. And the shower… That’s where I’d put you on your knees and fuck that pretty mouth of yours until you throw up, but I won’t stop. I’ll keep going. And going. And going. And when I finally come down your throat, I’ll flip you around and fuck your ass.”
I am staring at Marcus, and I am speechless. My pussy is fucking begging for everything he just said. The only thing I can manage to say is, “Oh…”
“So… Go across the hall and take a shower, hmm?”
“Yeah,” I choke out. “I’ll… Okay, bye.”
I slip past Marcus and rush across the hallway and into the bathroom. I get the shower on before I'm nearly hyperventilating. I then focus on getting my clothes off and stepping into the scalding hot water. Steam has filled the room,and I sigh as I relax. The shower rains down on me, and I can find peace like this.
Marcus and Bellamy are so fucking sexy that it should be illegal. Marcus is stern, almost brooding, with a short, trimmed beard and perfectly styled hair. He is tall and intimidating, while Bellamy is a little under six feet, with brown hair long enough to run your fingers through and clean-shaven. He is quiet and gentle-natured, which is a perfect contrast to Marcus. I am almost desperate to be fucked by one or both of them.
When the door comes open, it startles me, and the slick residue that the conditioner left behind has turned the shower floor into a slip and slide. My feet come out from under me, and I shriek as I freefall to the shower floor.
I don’t know if I should laugh or cry at this point, so I cover my face with my hands and do a little of both. The shower door opens, and the water is shut off before my hands are pulled away from my face.
“Are you okay?” Marcus asks with a smirk.
“You scared me,” I say.
“I see that. Are you okay?” he asks, trying not to laugh at me.
“My pride is bruised. Maybe my ass too,” I remark.
“Come on, clumsy. Let me help you up,” he chuckles.
“Ow!” I wince. When he pulls me up to stand, I nearly fall again when I put weight on my left foot.
“Ankle?” he asks, wrapping me in a towel.
“Yeah.”
“Probably sprained,” he says. He grabs my waist and lifts me out of the shower to sit me on the bath mat.
“I feel like an idiot now,” I laugh. “Thank you.”
“You’re not an idiot. I have nearly busted my ass in there a few times also,” he says as he dries me off as I keep weight off my ankle. When he is done, he pulls a shirt over my head. Next, he helps me step into boxers.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
“You’re welcome, Kendra,” he says sweetly.
“Come sit down. I’ll have Bellamy just come up here so you don’t fall down the stairs next,” Marcus teases.
“Ha ha. Funny,” I deadpan. He chuckles and holds my waist as I hobble into the room to sit on the bed. I lie back and rub my hands down my face. I am so fucking overwhelmed right now.
“Hmm,” Marcus says as he steps back.
“What?” I say with an exasperated sigh.
“Just admiring you lying in my bed is all,” he says. “Relax, and I’ll be back.”
“Mhmm,” I say.
Marcus leaves the room, and reality settles in my brain. What the fuck am I doing? This isn’t me. I don’t do shit like this. I am quiet, and I keep to myself. I don’t have downright filthy thoughts about people. I don’t lay in their bed with their clothes on my body. He just saw me naked and…
