Page 87 of The Trophy

She takes my hand, guiding me toward the shower cubicle. “I was hoping you’d wash my back,” her blue eyes are full of the same desire that’s coursing through my body. “Besides, we need to conserve water. You know, for the environment.”

I close the shower door behind me, pushing us under the rainfall shower head. “So conscientious,” I chuckle. “And so overdressed.”

I make quick work of untying the strings of her bikini bottoms, throwing the garment on the wide bench that takes the entire length of one of the shower walls.

My already painfully hard cock twitches with anticipation when she returns the favor by lowering my swimming trunks down my hips.

We’ve been naked together a couple of times, in LA of course and last night, before we got interrupted by Mom’s text when she had a fall in the kitchen.

This feels different though.

In LA, I wanted to walk away. I was pissed that she asked Blaze and Luca to her room too and the only reason why I didn’t leave was that I was too jealous. I didn’t want her to forget about me in the arms of my teammates.

Last night I was ready to accept this unconventional situation for her sake. If she really can’t choose between the three of us, I guess I can live with it, at least for now. While it did sting a little that she didn’t choose me, she also didn’t not choose me.

Despite how much I wanted Lakyn, I was still holding back.

There was a big part of me I was too scared to reveal to her. Knowing that I don’t come from a rich family is one thing, seeing it with her own eyes, is something entirely different. I was afraid she’d think it was too much baggage and she’d move on, just like my ex did. I told myself that for her it would be even easier to let me go, since she has Blaze and Luca by her side.

Now I know she cares about me for me.

She accepts my family and she doesn’t even care if something was to derail my career the same way it happened to my dad.

For the first time in my life, I’m certain that we’ll find a way to make things work.

I’m all in.

I kiss her, running my hands down the sides of her soft, smooth skin.

When she reaches for the bottle of body wash on the shelf, I take it from her. “Let me,” I smile. “Let me clean you up, before I make you dirty all over again.”

She laughs at my dorky joke, her eyes following my movements as I pour body wash on my palm. I have a loofah, but fuck that. I’ll take every excuse to put my hands on Lakyn’s gorgeous body.

“Hmm, I could get used to this,” she says breathily as I lather the soap down her shoulders and reach the perfect globes of her tits.

“Good,” I chuckle. “Because I love washing you.”

“You’re good at it,” she praises me, as my fingers reach her nipples, circling the erect peaks a few times.

“I know I am. I could do this professionally,” I joke, admiring the way the sudsy water travels down the curves of her body. “Maybe I’ve missed my calling.”

“Who needs a professional sports career when you can wash girls in the shower. Wait,” she says, suddenly serious. “Nope. You couldn’t do this professionally, Cash. I couldn’t pay you enough, so that means you’d need more customers. And you’re not showering with anyone else.”

I love her when she gets possessive. “Nah,” I tease her. “I don’t need any more clients. You can pay me enough as long as you pay me in nature.”

My hands reluctantly leave her chest as I get more soap and get to work on the soft expanse of her stomach, inching lower and lower with every passing second.

“Oh my God, Cash,” she moans when I reach the soft skin of her bare pussy.

“We gotta make sure we wash out any sand from here,” I say, running my soapy fingers along the seam of her slit.

“Yeah,” she agrees, biting her bottom lip in that sexy way that always causes my blood to migrate south. “You need to do a thorough job.”

“You have no idea,” I chuckle, parting her skin with my fingers and pouring some water on her with my other hand. “We need to make sure there’s no sand in there, your skin is so soft and smooth and sand is rough and scratchy. I also don’t want any sand in my mouth.”

She gasps when my fingers brush lightly against her clit, in a barely there touch. “In your mouth? How?—”

I sink down to my knees, eyes locked with hers. “I know we haven’t had dinner yet,” I tease her. “But I thought I was gonna start with dessert tonight.”

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