Page 13 of Omega Inked

The shower is huge, big enough for maybe two people. The walls are covered with vintage wallpaper, like it's overdue for a renovation, and there's some soap sitting next to the drain. I turn the water on and step under the stream, my eyes closing and my hands going to my head.

I feel like I'm going to explode, like I'm going to melt, the hot water hitting my skin and the steam enveloping me. I think of Liam's and Phoenix's bodies, of their cocks, and I let myself get lost in it for a minute, a slow smile spreading across my face.

I have needs, just like any other person. I have needs that aren't food or water or rest or escape from the ACB.

I need to get laid.

As if on cue, someone raps suddenly at the door. I gasp and cover my breasts like they've already come in, shy even though I've been unbearably horny for hours.

"You good in there?" Liam's voice calls.

I exhale, relief flooding me...and heat raging back.

"That's relative," I reply.

I hear him chuckle, can practicallyfeelhim on the other side of the door. "I'm sorry this is so..." he trails off. "It's not ideal."

I sigh and close my eyes. "You can say that again."

He doesn't say anything else; I don't either. I hear his weight shift on the other side of the door, barely audible over the sound of the shower.

"I feel like I'll die if I don't get laid," I say quietly. "I've never felt that way."

I expect Liam to laugh again--to understand howsillythis all is. But he doesn't.

He clears his throat. "You're not going to die, Olivia."

I have half a mind to invite him in. The door is unlocked; he's had enough composure not to try anything, not to open the door, not to mess with me. I know it's stupid, that I must be losing my mind, but I have this feeling that if I get laid at least once, the heat will release me from its grasp.

That I can getsomerelief.

"You don't understand," I say. "It hurts, Liam."

He audiblygroans, and it takes everything in me not to hurl myself out of the shower, grab him by the shirt, and drag him in with me. "Please don't say my name like that."

"Why not?"

"Because," he says quietly, "Phoenix would kill me."

I smile. "We could die together."

My heat has me convinced I'll die if I don't get laid anyway.

"Jesus, Olivia...just hold on a little bit longer, okay?"

I consider his words, licking my lips and stroking the shower wall with my palm.

"Okay," I whisper.

"Good girl."

I wonder what it would be like to kiss Liam. I wonder what it would be like to have his lips on me. I wonder what it would be like to have every inch of his hard body against mine.

I bury my head in my hands, wishing I could stop wondering.

I don't know how long I stand there, letting the hot water wash over me as my mind wanders, before I clean myself off and get out. I dry off and open the cabinet, and sure enough, there are some spare clothes. I get dressed in nothing but a plain pair of sweats and a black t-shirt, knowing the underwear would be ruined in minutes.

Now to face Liam.

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