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“You okay with this?” I asked, waving toward my bike.
“Yeah,” she agreed, sounding suddenly exhausted.
Caymen tossed me his helmet for her, since I’d rushed out without even my own.
Then we climbed on and pulled out, the rest of the club flanking us all the way back to the clubhouse.
The OG members were still there, waiting, making sure we weren’t invaded while the rest of us were out scooping up Rue.
“What now?” Rue asked, sounding a little numb as she watched Eddie coax Ernest out of the car with a meat stick.
“Now, let’s get you inside and cleaned up,” I said, grabbing her duffle, pressing a hand to her lower back, then leading her inside. “Don’t worry about Ernest. He’s in good hands with Eddie,” I told her when she looked over her shoulder for him.
She said nothing as I led her up the stairs, then down the hall into my bedroom.
“I lucked out and snagged the room with a bathroom,” I told her, waving toward it. “You want to take advantage of it?”
She looked down at the grime that had dried on her hands and arms, letting out a little shiver. “Yeah. Thanks.”
She took her bag in and I heard the shower water slapping the floor as it warmed up.
I was about to go downstairs and ask Huck what the plan was, when her soft voice reached out to me.
“Kylo?”
“Yeah?” I asked, close to the door.
“Can you come in here?” she asked.
Excitement rose, but I tamped it down, reminding myself that she probably just needed a towel or something.
I cracked the door open and moved inside.
“Did you forget something?” I asked, forcing my gaze to stay on my damn shoes.
“Can you… do you want to join me?” she asked, voice tiny, almost impossible to hear over the rush of the water.
“Yeah?” I asked, letting myself look up.
She gave me a little nod.
There was no hesitation then.
I kicked off my shoes, stripped out of my clothes, and rushed into the shower with her.
My hands went to her hips, pulling until her body was flush with mine.
She leaned into me, letting out a long breath.
She just wanted comfort, nothing more.
But try telling my cock that as her breasts pressed to my chest, as my hands moved over bare, soft, wet skin.
I forced my hands to slide, to press, to work out tension, but there was no way to stop my cock from stiffening.
“Just ignore it,” I said, my voice soothing when I felt her body tighten as she felt the press of me against her belly.
But her own hands were moving then, going from being wrapped tightly around me to gliding up and down my ribs, then, getting bolder, to my hips.
