Page 207 of Break the Ice
“Jayden,” I say, my voice lower than I mean it to be. “Don’t keep our girl waiting.”
CHAPTER 63
FINLEY
The bathroom is nothing but steam and nerves. My pulse pounds like it’s trying to break out of my throat, the noise of my thoughts almost drowning out the water hammering the stone floor.
I turn the heat down a fraction, trying to breathe past the awareness of the camera propped in the corner.
Elijah and Jayden are watching.
They want me.
And I want them—so much it aches.
But guilt slithers through the want, ugly and sharp. Havenview always taught me desire comes with punishment. That want is sin, especially this kind of want.
But I’m not in Havenview anymore.
I’m safe here. With them.
My men.
The thought tightens my chest even as it steadies my feet. I want this. I need this.
I step under the spray, tilting my head back as it soaks my hair, sluicing through the mess in my head until it’s just sensation and breath. Steam clings to my skin, slipping down my spine as I blink water from my lashes.
When my vision clears, they’re there.
Two men. Two sets of hungry eyes locked on me through the screen like they can see past my skin to the heart slamming against my ribs.
“So fucking beautiful,” Jayden groans, the sound rough enough to shiver through me.
Then with a low rasp, Elijah commands, “Grab the shower head, sweet girl.”
I reach for it with shaking fingers. The angle gives them the view they want—my ass arched toward them as I grip the bench for balance. The spray pounds over my skin, scattering my thoughts to the tiles as I rub my thighs together, whimpering at the friction.
“Fuck,” Jayden mutters, his voice going darker. “Carry on shaking your ass like that, and we might just cross the country to spank it every shade of pink to red you can’t even imagine.”
The shower head slips in my hand. Heat flashes through me so fast it makes me dizzy. I fumble for it again, breath coming too fast.
“Stop,” Elijah says, and the single word slices through the air.
I freeze. My pulse trips.
“Stay as you are.” His tone scrapes low and rough, curling fire through my stomach.
“Best fucking view,” Jayden adds, and my knees go weak as I spread my legs wider, opening myself up to them completely.
The spray pelts down my spine, over my ass, through my crease—mimicking the path of Jayden’s tongue the night he went down on me while Elijah watched.
The memory wrings a moan from deep in my chest.
“Put the shower head between your legs,” Elijah orders. The rasp in his voice has me obeying before I even realize I’m moving.
I brace a hand on the bench. The other slides the shower head higher, higher, until?—
“Oh, shit… Eli…” The first jet of water hits my clit, and I cry out, the sound ragged and raw. “Elijah…”
