Page 40 of In Deep
“Engineering. And you’re studying physics?”
“Yes.” I hold my chin up defiantly.
“Smart girl,” he says, adjusting the taps, “I like smart girls. We all do.”
“Why engineering?” I ask him.
“It’s a family tradition. My grandfather started an engineering firm years ago and my father runs it now.”
“You’re going to work for him?”
He beckons me over and I stand, letting the gown fall to the floor and enjoying the glint that flashes in his eyes.
“That’s the plan.”
I take his offered hand and he pulls me under the waiting water. The shower head is as big as everything else in this house and so the water falls over us both, warm and powerful.
“Is that what you want?”
“Aye. I mean, if I got the chance, I’d want to row professionally. To go to the Olympics. That’s what we’re all working our arses off for.”
I whistle. “The Olympics?” I had no idea they had such ambitions.
He grins. “It’s what we’re aiming for, but it’s not like I hate engineering. I’m not being forced into it. It’s a family passion. I’ve been taking apart toy trains and rebuilding them since I was a kid.”
He selects a bottle from the shelf and squirts body wash into his palm. Then he squats down and washes between my legs, scrubbing away the dried slick and come. His hands on my skin feel heavenly, especially when he strokes between my legs.
“You have a beautiful cunt, wee yin. Zane’s been bragging to us all about how beautiful it is. I thought he was exaggerating.”
“I think you’re exaggerating.”
“I’m not.”
I see his cock stiffening and a shiver of desire runs through me. He lifts his eyes to mine and he must find the confirmation he wants because he stands and walks me back against the cool tiles and kisses me. Water runs over our heads and down our faces, making our kiss wet and slippery, and I gasp for air. His hands glide up my body cupping my breasts and squeezing, causing me to moan into his mouth.
“Omega?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer, pushing my hips into his. He doesn’t need any more invitation than that. His hands hook under my backside and he lifts me up against the tiles, thrusting inside me in one swift action. He sinks all the way inside, a long strangled groan building in his throat. A moan that tells me he’s been wanting this for some time.
The stretch inside is as wide as when Zane has me, but I’m growing accustomed to the stretch now, my cunt adapting, accommodating the size of these men.
He stands there panting, buried inside me, his forehead resting against the wall and the water running down our bodies. I hook my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his arse.
He growls at me. “Impatient wee thing,” he mutters, his Scottish accent thicker than ever. He squeezes the tops of my thighs and starts to rut into me, powerful thrusts that have my spine and my skull crashing against the tiles and the water splashing between our bodies.
It seems crazy to me now, how difficult it used to be to come, how awkward an encounter like this would have seemed. But these two men are experienced, built for fucking, designed for rutting. Their bodies seem crafted for my pleasure entirely. Or perhaps it is the situation itself. The fact they both have me so turned on, so tightly wound, so damn wet, that the orgasm comes easily. I’m a mess in Duncan’s arms in no time at all, begging him to pump me full of himself, to knot me hard.
But the alpha has other ideas. He seems to want to make this last. He’s in no hurry. He continues to fuck me as the water turns tepid and then cooler and only comes when ice-cold water falls on both our heads. I gasp under the sting of it, combined with the stretch of his knot, and then he walks us out and wraps us in the large warm towels.
I shiver a little and he rubs the towel over my skin, warming me up.
“I’m not sure we got any cleaner,” I tease, as I sit in his lap, locked to him by his knot.
“I think it was more fun getting you dirty again,” he purrs.
“Will Zane mind?” I ask him, not quite able to meet his eyes, tracing my fingers along his shoulders instead.
“No,” is all he says to that and I hope he’s right. “It’s about time you met the rest of the pack, though, Rosie,” he adds softly.
