Page 20 of Washed Up
“Hey, how long is food going to be?”
Wynter makes an abrupt halt just over the kitchen threshold.
Iris’s cheeks flame. She turns her head as if removing Wynt from her peripheral vision will excise him from reality.
“Got a little sidetracked with our guest.”
“Yeah. I can see that.”
He about turns and exits to the lounge.
Tears tumble down Iris’s cheeks. “He’s gonna tell Reid.”
I was going to tell Reid.
“Iris, I told you. You don’t need to worry. This isn’t going to cause issues.” I’m not sure how to convince her of that.
Wynter returns. “Figured you might need one of these.” He slaps a condom foil down on the countertop beside us butaccidentally catches the coffee spoon as he does. It flips up, and lands on the floor. Automatically, he retrieves it. He can’t reach the sink to drop it there.
The longer he lingers, the more certain I become that I’m not going to need it. I can feel Iris tensing. He’s gawping at us. Well, at her. At her splayed thighs and the ruby lips of her pussy.
“Wynt, some space, eh?”
“Sure.” He slides out of the room, this time closing the door behind him.
I press our brows together. Iris giggles, her nerves getting the better of her. It makes me do the same. The tension dissolves a little.
I nudge against her, run my nose over her cheek as I seek out her lips again.
“Still want this?”
She answers by wrapping her arms around my neck and exploring my mouth with her tongue. “Fuck me and then feed me,” she whispers into my ear as I roll the protection on.
“Cute.”
I sink into her and it’s as heavenly as I predicted. Our bodies mould perfectly. She’s barely a weight in my arms as I make her sweat and groan.
When I come—far faster than I’d like. I want it to last forever—it’s with the combined scent of Wynt’s shampoo, Reid’s aftershave, Iris’s skin, and the nearby washing up liquid in my nostrils.
CHAPTER NINE
Iris
I eat, conscious that I’m starving again, but I barely taste a bite. Max’s efforts are wasted on me. I’m so nervous of what the other two members of Lucidity will say about me hooking up with Max that I don’t even have the nerve to ask them if they’re willing to be the subjects of my efforts to impress Ric.
Afterwards, while Wynter and Reid clear the table and load the dishwasher, Max coaxes me onto the couch. “You need to stop beating yourself up. You haven’t done anything wrong, Iris. We haven’t done anything wrong.”
It’s clear that he believes that, but it’s much harder to convince myself, especially when part of me would love to believe I can have them all. Yes, even frosty, Wynter. He’s thawing, and I keep getting glimpses of what’s beneath, and it’s obviously a whole lot of heart. Otherwise, the other two wouldn’t love and respect him as much as they clearly do.
Reid hurdles the back of the sofa when he returns, and lands in the spot to the left of me. The same spot he occupied during the film last night. Max remains on my right, his arm slung protectively around my shoulder.
“Can’t believe you put me on hold, but let this guy take you all the way to a big O.”
“Reid!” Max grumbles.
“What?”
“She feels bad about it, so stop making your mouth go and making it worse.”
