Page 73 of Wanted
“No, baby. I’m telling you because he’s giving you a piece of him, and you’re doing the same. You both have a weak spot for bathrooms, I guess.” He halted in front of the bathroom with the wholesome view of his backyard. He never used it because his private quarters were on the floor above us.
“Bathroom crazy, yay.”
“That’s kind of insensitive,” Alex said, putting me down. I held unto him because I felt dizzy.
“Are you going to punish me?”
“I won’t,” he promised. “But I know somebody who would love to put you over his knee.”
I bit my lip.
“You should do it sometime,” I suggested, planting a kiss on his strong neck.
“Spank you?”
“Yup.” I nodded against his skin. Now, we both needed a shower. I was coated in his sweat.
Alex let out a chuckle. “Maybe I’ll spank you once you’re my wife.”
“That’s very gentlemanly of yours,” I responded, giggling to myself.
I removed myself from his hug to inspect the bathroom. The walk-in shower was large, and it would definitely suit all three of us. Everything inside of this house was gigantic. I had some adjustments to make once… I would never return to Katantia. I had to finally understand that concept.
While I checked the cupboards for soaps and towels, Alex stood there, observing me. I found the cupboard filled with soaps and shampoos. “Oh, I found a razor!”
Alex cursed underneath his breath. He stepped forward, gently removing the razor from my hold. “But we put all of them away…”
“I know where you stash everything. I’m an inquisitive person,” I told him, rummaging around the cupboard for anything with a scent. There wasn’t a single scented product.
“I thought Fylox watches over you while I’m gone.”
“He’s not my babysitter,” I replied, picking out the shampoo. I stashed it inside the shower. I pulled the oversized shirt I wore over my head, leaving my upper body exposed.
“We need to get you some pants. My dad…”
“Your dad wouldn’t look at me sexually even if you put me in a thong in front of him,” I assured Alex. “I tried.”
“Don’t remind me.” It amused me how much it bothered him. I liked teasing him. He should know I only wanted him and Fylox. His dad had been part of my post-Aram rebellion. Alex added, “It’s just… It’d be more respectful. It’s different out here. People aren’t as comfortable with nudity as you are.”
“Leave her be,” Fylox said, announcing himself. My heart jumped out of my chest. We found ourselves in a room full of mirrors, and I still didn’t see him coming. Alex didn’t even flinch.
“You need to stop scaring me to death,” I blurted out.
“No pants.”
“I think I should wear pants,” I countered. “I don’t like disrespecting my elders.”
“Don’t let my dad hear you call him an elder…”
“But you like disrespecting the ones who own you?”
“Hm…” I cocked my head to the side, licking my lower lip. “I don’t see any owners here. Owners fuck their objects, you know.”
Alex’s chuckle filled my ears. He slid out of his basketball shorts, and he walked into the shower without a worry in his head.
Back and forth, I rocked on the spot that Alex left me in. I waited for Fylox to give me a sign. I’d never done anything remotely erotic in a shower or a bathtub. They were taboo in my family. My mom was found dead in one. I swallowed. Fuck. I shouldn’t have thought about it.
I lowered my head, regretting that I had removed my shirt. I took a couple of steps back with the intent to let the men shower alone.
