Page 133 of Better When Shared
"Right. Educational." It was clear that he was hurt by my words, but I couldn’t take them back.
They left a few minutes later, Gemma's hand resting lightly on Enzo's arm as they walked toward the door. The casual intimacy of the gesture sent jealousy spearing through my chest, but not because I wanted to be with either of them, because I wanted to be with both. The thought of them together, of Gemma's elegant hands on Enzo's skin, of his mouth learning the taste of her...
I should be there, too. Touching him. Kissing her.
Fuck. I was losing my mind.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, I was stripping out of my clothes with desperate efficiency. My skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for relief. The showercalled to me like salvation, the promise of cool water and a few minutes of privacy to deal with the need that was eating me alive.
The marble bathroom was a study in luxury, all clean lines and expensive fixtures that would have impressed me under normal circumstances. Now, all I cared about was the massive shower with its rainfall head and multiple jets that invited you in. The glass walls made it all but impossible to enjoy when Gemma and Enzo were around, but I was finally alone.
I turned the water on hot—fuck cooling off, I needed the heat—and stepped under the spray with a groan of relief. Steam filled the space immediately, turning the air thick and humid. Water cascaded over my shoulders, down my chest, following the trail of hair that led to my aching cock.
I tried to focus on washing, on the mundane task of cleaning away the day's sweat and sunscreen. But my hands kept lingering, tracing paths that made my breath catch, and when my fingers brushed my nipples, I couldn't hold back the low moan that escaped my throat.
This was why I used the apps. Why I fucked strangers in hotel rooms and bathroom stalls and anywhere else I could find relief. Because when I went too long without it, when the need built up like pressure in a closed system, I became someone I didn't recognize. Someone desperate and needy and out of control.
My hand drifted lower, fingertips tracing the line of my abs, following the water's path until I reached the coarse hair at the base of my cock. I was already fully hard, the tip flushed darkwith blood and leaking pre-cum that the shower spray washed away as quickly as it appeared.
I wrapped my fingers around my shaft with a shuddering breath, the familiar weight and heat sending pleasure sparking up my spine. The first stroke was slow, experimental, but the second was faster, more urgent, and by the third I was lost to the rhythm, my head falling back against the marble wall as I worked myself with practiced efficiency.
Images flashed behind my closed eyelids—Enzo's mouth opening for me, Gemma's dress clinging to her curves, the way they'd both looked at me with naked want. I imagined Enzo on his knees, those full lips stretched around my cock while Gemma watched, pressed against my side and touching us both. The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel his tongue, almost hear Gemma's voice.
My pace quickened, my breathing harsh in the steamy air. I was close, so fucking close, pleasure building at the base of my spine like molten metal. My free hand braced against the wall, holding me steady as I chased the release that would quiet the noise in my head.
The soft click of the suite door opening didn’t register through the haze of arousal. It wasn't until I heard Gemma's sharp intake of breath that my eyes snapped open, reality crashing back like a bucket of ice water.
They were clearly visible through glass that refused to fog up, perhaps by design. And they were standing in the doorway,frozen in shock. Gemma's hand was pressed to her mouth, her green eyes wide and dark with something that looked like hunger. Enzo stood behind her, staring at my naked body with an expression of pure want that made my cock twitch in my grip.
"Fuck.” I tore my hand from my cock, fumbling for the shower controls. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I thought you were at dinner—"
"I forgot my purse," Gemma said.
The water shut off with a harsh clank, leaving the bathroom in sudden silence except for my ragged breathing and the steady drip of water from the showerhead. Steam swirled around me, creating an atmosphere that felt dreamlike, surreal, but somehow, they remained clearly visible.
I grabbed a towel from the heated rack, wrapping it around my waist with hands that shook. My cock was still hard, still tenting the terry cloth in a way that was impossible to hide. The orgasm I'd been chasing felt like a distant memory now, replaced by mortification so intense it made my stomach churn.
I walked through the bathroom door into the main suite. "I'm sorry, that was incredibly inappropriate—"
"Was it?" Gemma's voice stopped me in my tracks. When I turned, she was looking at me with that same predatory focus she'd had in Valencia, like she was seeing something that fascinated her. "There’s nothing wrong with masturbation, and you thought you were alone. Unless it was your thoughts that were inappropriate."
I stared at her, my brain struggling to process her words. Behind her, Enzo was still staring at my body, his gaze tracking water droplets as they rolled down my chest and disappeared beneath the towel.
"Gemma. You're my brother’s fiancée—”
“Ex-fiancée,” she corrected.”
“Ex-fiancée, but still. And Enzo is his best friend. This is exactly the kind of situation that ruins friendships and destroys families."
She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The sound echoed in the steamy space, sharp and decisive. "Jake abandoned me two days before our wedding. He doesn’t get a vote."
There was steel in her voice, a core of anger I'd never heard before. It made her seem dangerous, unpredictable, nothing like the controlled CEO I thought I knew.
"Besides,” she paused, her gaze dropping to the obvious bulge beneath my towel. "It would be a shame to ignore such a... substantial need."
My mouth went dry. "Gemma..."
"Enzo," she said, "you mentioned wanting to know what it felt like. To touch another man intimately."
