Page 137 of Wreck Me

The sensation was out of this world and as he released my tip, it slammed up against all the rest and had me roaring out into the shower as I came all over the tile, fucking back on him, completely lost to it as the force of my orgasm wrecked me to pieces.

When I finally came down from it, I was panting and majorly out of it.

He slipped from me, making us both groan, and then he was gathering me to him and easing me under the shower, supporting most of my weight, as he started washing me, cleaning me off, while I sank into him, moaning to myself.

By the time he was done and turned off the shower, I was coming back to reality.

He still carried me out of the shower and dried me off, wrapping a towel around my hips, all sweet and caring gestures he always did with me.

Despite his reputation, behind closed doors, with those closest to him, Cas was never shy about showing his feelings, or lavishing us with attention and adoration. Once he allowed somebody close, he didn’t hold back. He gave them his all. Considering the dark world he walked in, it made it all the more extraordinary that he could exhibit all of that, that he could feel so deeply and give so much. It was one of the things I most adored about him. Worshipped, actually.

“Jeez, Cas,” I said, stumbling in my step on wobbly legs as I tried to make it out of the bathroom. He was there in the next second, a black towel wrapped around him too, his long hair wild and still damp. I smiled as he took my elbow to steady me. “Is that enough now to tide you over?”

“Depends how long we’re talking,” he said, grinning back at me.

“Two days, I’m thinking.”

He reached around with his free hand and playfully squeezed my ass cheek. “Giving your beautiful ass time to recover?”

“Pretty much.”

“It doesn’t have to be your ass that I take.”

I smiled as I took a seat on the foot of the bed, wincing at the soreness of my ass. Before I could even shift my weight to adjust to a more comfortable position, he was there holding out our go-to aftercare ointment.

“Relax on your stomach,” he said.

I pulled my towel away then laid down on my silver bedspread, folding my arms and resting my chin on them.

I moaned at the first touch on my skin of his fingers slick with the ointment.

He rubbed it into the spots that needed it the most, knowing so well without me having to say a thing. I grinned to myself as he tried to make it as non-erotic as possible so it didn’t work me up again while I was in this sexed-out state.

“Hmm… you do need recovery time. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For the mind-blowing sex? I think not, Cas. You never have to be sorry for that. And I was all for it as usual, if you recall.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I recall. Vividly.”

“The four of us coming together last night really worked you up, huh? Or, was it finally coming together with Skylar herself?”

“More than either.”

I frowned and peered over my shoulder to find him looking deeply pensive.

“What’s wrong?”

He finished with the ointment, then stowed it back in the top drawer of my nightstand. Well, my old nightstand. Although, he hadn’t changed a thing since I’d lived here, not a single thing.

“There’s been a disconnect lately between the three of us. Having you both move out, you know was intended to give you the opportunity to spread your wings. For you, especially, to live your own life that wasn’t so incredibly interwoven with mine. But it’s also compromised our brotherhood. So it was nice to come together last night, despite the circumstances. It’s just strange that it was another who brought us back to that place.”

I pushed off the bed and secured my towel back around my hips. “I’m sorry you’ve been feeling it so heavily, Cas.” And him bringing it up hit me hard, guilt slashing through me too, given what I was working on at the moment. I’d actually planned to tell him about it this weekend, after the fight, but then things had gone sideways. Now, with him bringing this up, that window had been slammed shut. I couldn’t do it now, he was already hurting and, although downplaying it, clearly worried about the stability of the three of us as a unit too.

“No matter if we’re apart or the distance or time between us, it’ll never diminish this connection we share. It was forged in fucking hellfire, there’s no breaking it.”

He smiled and slid his hands around my waist, pulling me to him. He nuzzled my cheek, then rested his head on my shoulder, and I stroked his long waves.

We stayed that way for a long while, breathing each other in, before we eased back.

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