Page 29 of Room One Hundred and Six

She’s the one. I know it. Shayne and Jasper feel it too. I saw how they touched her. Their expressions of awe and fucking wonder. I know we have set things into motion for our departure, but I can feel her energy connecting with ours in a way I can’t untangle. I’m not sure I want to.

Instead of us ruining her and taking from her as she took from us, she’s flipped the tables on us by just being herself—beautiful and tender. Everything we are not.

I run the conditioner through her hair. Letting it set, I take my time washing every inch of her body. I take a knee in front of her and when I glance up, she’s considering me through curious eyes. When I lift her foot, she lets me settle her leg over my shoulder.

Pleasure and awe ease the creases over her brow. I lather my hands and gently care for her body as she cared for us so well this evening. Watching her take pleasure from such simplicity makes me think she was meant to be with us.

Tiny moans and whimpers let me know I’m doing something right. This is a first for me and I want to make sure I’m doing everything I can to show her my appreciation for the gift she gave us.

“You’re stunningly beautiful, Luna.” I set her foot down and wash her feet, calves and thighs.

Her smile is soft and her expression turns dreamy. I stand and move her under the water, rinsing away the conditioner with a deep scalp massage. With that done, I set to work on other areas. I move her out of the water and come to stand behind her.

Her skin pebbles with a rush of goosebumps everywhere my soapy hands caress. Black lashes fall over perfect skin tinged with light pink. My hand slides over her hip and I let her feel my hard length against her ass.

“Mm, Voss,” she moans.

“Shh, jungle flower. Just take the pleasure of my touch.”

The weight of her breasts shoots another rush of blood to my cock. It was already hard, now I’m losing my mind with the need to bury my length in her hot channel again.

She leans her head back on my shoulder, turns her head and I take her lips in a fervent kiss. I can’t resist her silent need. I angle my head down, tip her chin up farther and savor her essence. Her tiny inhales and exhales stroke over my soul, binding us together. Maybe she feels the connection, too. From the way her eyes flit open and our gazes lock, I’m going to say she noticed our aura blend.

“I need you again, Voss, but I don’t think my body can.” Her blush is not from the hot steam or water.

“We have all the time we need. I’ll wait to have you when you are ready.”

She lifts her head, but doesn't step out of my arms when I think she will. Instead, she turns her eyes up to mine. “You speak as if we have more than this one night.”

“We do. Why do we have to say one night and done? There is nothing holding us back from you. Except you,” I say honestly.

“My father?—”

I turn her to face me. “Is gone. We should have stayed in contact, but he didn’t want us anywhere near you and your sister for a reason. We have a lot of bad blood from our past. Enemies we probably don’t even know about. He understood that.” I press a kiss to her lips and run the pads of my fingers over her delicate jawline. She shudders and I marvel at the hardness of her nipples.

“I always wondered why he talked about you all the time to my mom but never brought us together like a big family. He thought of you as brothers. It just never made sense. And here I am showering with one man he wished for me to never meet.”

“Does that make us a dirty secret of his or yours?”

Her smile shoots arrows straight to my heart.

“Both.”

“We were many things before we became fences with your father. Many things.”

“Where do we go from here?” There’s a hint of disbelief in her tone. Confusion pulls her brows together and the gray of her eyes darken. She places her hands on my chest and I feel the electricity hum between us. Vibrations of our connection simmer just under the surface. It’s a new feeling I’m growing to love fast.

“Let’s start with the truth. Why did you take the diamonds?” I take the side of her face in the palm of my hand and she leans into it. “You were meant to be mine. Ours. You trusted us tonight with your body and your heart.”

She drops her hands. Wide glittering eyes hold me captive. She opens her mouth to try and deny the heart had anything to do with what happened tonight, but I place a finger over her lips before she can sully the recent memories we made.

“You know it’s true, my little jungle flower. Trust us one more time and I swear we will all be there for you.”

Delicate hands slide up my wet chest and settle over my heart.

“Trust you?”

“Your father trusted us when it came to a lot of things. I only wish we could have stopped him from getting killed. The deal was wrong from the beginning, but he swore he knew them. Turns out he didn’t and his arrogance cost him.”

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