Page 30 of Indulge
I stop still when I hear the shower turn on upstairs. Is this asshole living in an entirely different home to avoid me?
I stomp up the stairs and follow the sound of the water. Pausing when I reach the door at the deep, full-pelted singing coming from behind it.
No way. I may barely know Reggie, but I don’t have him down as a rock singer in his shower time. Some things just don’t suit him.
I slowly push open the door, my mouth dropping open. Holy motherfucking shit. It is him.
His eyes snap up to mine and my heart stops.
The six-pack? His huge dick in his tattooed hand.
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ROWAN
Song- Specter, Bad Omens
I’m like a deer in fucking headlights. Dick in one hand, heart pounding, steam curling off my skin.
Neither of us says a word. My shower rock concert is officially over.
Her green eyes pin me in place. Then she clears her throat, and something in me snaps back into motion. My brother’s fiancée is breathtaking.
“Do I get a standing ovation?” I ask, shutting off the water and snatching my towel from the rail.
I wrap it low around my hips, shake out my hair, and step toward her, dripping onto the tiles.
She blinks at me, then starts clapping. Really fucking loudly.
“I didn’t have you down as a rockstar,” she teases.
Oh. Fuck.
She doesn’t know who I am.
I scratch the back of my head, buying time. Her eyes drag down the length of my body as she bites her lip, and my cock betrays me, hardening under the towel.
“My brother isn’t. But me? I love a good song,” I manage.
She arches a brow. I can almost hear the cogs turning in her head. “Sorry? What?”
I extend my hand. “I’m your brother-in-law.”
Her gaze drops, jaw nearly hitting the floor. “Twins?”
“Yeah. I’m the funny one.”
She shakes my hand, and the second her fingers touch mine, a jolt goes through me. I squeeze tighter than I should.
“That makes sense,” she says.
“How do you mean?” I tilt my head.
Those tiny shorts and tank top aren’t hiding a damn thing. Reggie’s got a goddess in his house, and he’s playing it cool. He must be crazy.
“The décor downstairs,” she explains, the naughty British accent doing things to me it shouldn’t.
“The color, you mean?” I chuckle.
