Page 32 of The Billionaires' Gamble
Now we’re talking!
“Shower first,” King says, stepping out of my embrace. “Come on, gorgeous. I’ll wash your hair.”
“We’re just going to get dirty again,” I say. He shoots me a smile as he stalks to the massive shower.
“You seriously going to say no to a second shower with our girl?”
“No. No, I’m not.” Especially when I know he’ll be right there next to her.
Alex pulls the plug, and the tub starts to drain. I try and fail not to watch him, but I can’t help but stare. He pushes to his feet, and frothy white bubbles slide down his legs. Fuck me, he’s still hard, and fuck me again, he’s staring at me with that open curiosity that makes my heart flip in my chest.
Katherine and King are in the shower, all bazillion shower heads going. He’s stripped out of his clothes and kicked off his shoes. If I were smart, I’d join them. I’d nip this in the bud and finally stop wanting something I can’t have. But I’m not smart when it comes to Alex.
Worse, now I’m fucking tongue-tied.
“You good?” he asks.
What do I say to that? That I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, but I’m a greedy bastard and still want more? While I stand stock still, wrestling with the words pinging through my head like an arcade game, he steps around me.
“I’m gonna rinse off,” he murmurs.
Wait—
“You’re gonna rinse off...”
Why does this feel momentous? I mean, it’s utilitarian, but also... intimate.
Having Katherine between us was one thing, but this is him being a part of this new dynamic. Not holding himself off to the side with his dick in his hand. I mean, it’s not like he’s asked if he can give me a BJ, but?—
“Yeah, under the water.” He raises a brow as if to say, ‘Did you hit your head?’
“With them?”
Shut up, Gabe. Stop talking. Stop making a big deal out of this. You’re going to freak him out.
We both glance back at Katherine and Kingston.
The scene is straight out of my deepest fantasies, from the luxurious oversized shower with massive slabs of polished stone covering the walls to the wide bench across the back. Standing between the opposing showerheads, Kingston massages Katherine’s scalp. Over and over, he sinks his fingers into the dark gold of her hair, his fingers covered in rich lather.Katherine’s eyes are closed, and her chin is tipped up like she’s waiting on a kiss.
She moans, and I feel that sexy little sound in every nerve ending in my body.
Alex shoots forward, slinging the heavy glass door open and stepping inside. I rip at the button of my jeans, yank down the zipper, and shove the material south as I simultaneously kick off my shoes. I’m frantic to join them. To get my hands on them. To be surrounded by their amazing energy.
Katherine turns in King’s arms, her palms sliding under Alex’s chest. King maneuvers them under the rain shower head, and she tips her head up into the spray, and he’s right there, washing out the suds for her. Her hands slip and slide down Alex’s torso. My abs clench, imagining her fingers on me, teasing their way down to my cock.
Alex groans as she takes him in hand.
“How the fuck are you still hard?” King gripes.
Alex grunts, no explanation given. Katherine’s hand slides up and down, eased by the water.
Not content to be on the sidelines, I hop on one foot, tugging off my sock.Wait for me, my cock screams. Unfortunately, I’m so turned on that my body has forgotten how to balance or that gravity exists. Getting tangled, I tip over and somehow manage to turn and land on my ass.
“Graceful,” Alex says.
“Are you okay?” Katherine calls.
“Only thing injured is my ego.”
