Page 34 of Deadly Oath

Sabrina hesitates for only a moment, but in that brief second, I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. Is the idea of sharing a shower too intimate for her, even though only minutes ago, I was fully inside of her?

Her eyes narrow, as if she’s caught me in something. “You know where my shower is,” she accuses. “You’ve been in my bathroom before.”

My grin turns to a teasing smirk, as I hold her gaze. “Maybe I’ve forgotten how to get there.”

She chews at her lip briefly and then nods, sliding off of the bed with the throw blanket still fully wrapped around her.

I know I shouldn’t laugh, but I can’t help it. The sound escapes from me before I can stop it, and Sabrina freezes, turning to look at me with narrowed eyes.

“What?”she demands, a bit of venom in her tone, and I chuckle.

“It’s just—I didn’t think anyone ever actually did that, outside ofmovies. Got up after sex with a blanket wrapped around them.” I gesture at the knitted throw wrapped around her breasts.

Sabrina’s cheeks flush. “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before,” she snaps. “I don’t exactly feel comfortable juststruttingto the bathroom like this.”

I shrug. “Suit yourself, princess. Just come get in with me.”

Her eyes widen the slightest bit, but she leads me down the hall all the same. I already know where the shower is, but I want her to show me—mostly because I want her in there with me. I’m not ready to let her get away from me yet, not when the memory of her soft skin and lips, the heat of her enveloping me, is still so close.

I turn on the shower as soon as we step inside, looking over at Sabrina as I strip out of my clothing for the second time tonight. Her hand tightens around the blanket at her chest, and I turn to her, fully naked again, as I step forward and hook my finger in the fold of it just above her breasts.

“Get in the shower with me, princess,” I murmur, as I give it a single tug.

Sabrina lets go. The blanket falls away, and she’s also bare once again, all that creamy, still-flushed skin visible to my gaze. I look down at the apex of her thighs, and I can see the trails of my cum on the flesh there, dripping out of her.

My cock twitches, swelling, and Sabrina bites her lip.

“What would you say if I said I was going to fuck you again?” I murmur, stepping forward so that she has no choice but to back into the counter. “Fill you up so that you’ll still be dripping my cum in the morning?”

Sabrina flushes instantly, a blush traveling all over her body. “I think I might be too sore,” she ventures, and I chuckle darkly, caging her in as steam from the shower starts to fill the room.

“You’re mine now, rabbit.” I reach up, dragging my knuckles over her cheekbone. “If you want out of the trap, you’ll have to let me know. Because otherwise, I’m going to do as I like with my little toy.”

My cock stiffens further, rising with an aching throb as Sabrina looks up at me with her porcelain-doll eyes, wide and blue. “I?—”

“Do you want out, rabbit?”

She bites her lip, clearly afraid of taking my cock again. Excitement runs through me at that realization, thrilling up and down my spine, arousing me nearly to the point of pain. She shakes her head with a quick jerk, and it takes everything in me not to flip her around and bend her over the bathroom counter. I can almostfeelthe sensation of her wet heat closing around my swelling cockhead again.

“Easy there, rabbit.” I stroke my knuckles over her cheek once more. “I don’t want to break you the first night. I’ll let you recover.”

Relief and disappointment flicker in her eyes, warring against each other as I turn to get into the shower. She follows me, and I duck my head under the water, feeling a sense of relief as the hot spray washes over me.

The exertion of the fight, coupled with the rough sex afterward, has left me wrung out, my muscles tight and sore. I let the heat wash over me before I realize that Sabrina is probably cold, standing at the other side of the shower naked, and I swap places with her as I look for shampoo and soap.

“You can use mine,” she says as she gets under the water. “But you’re going to smell like peaches and strawberries.”

“That’s fine with me.” I grin, reaching for the strawberry-scented shampoo. I recognize the smell as soon as I flip open the lid—I’ve smelled it every time I’ve kissed her, run my tongue down her throat with the scent of her hair in my nose. “It’ll be a nice change from mountain lion and crashing waves, or whatever they say men’s stuff smells like.”

Sabrina laughs at that, one of those bright, genuine laughs that sounds as if it doesn’t happen all that often. I realize that I like the sound more than I should. “Now you’ll just smell like one of those fruit baskets people send.”

“Delicious.” I scrub the lather through my hair, pausing to meet her gaze. “Just like you, princess.”

Her cheeks flush deeper. It’s so easy to make her blush, and I find myself enjoying that, too. It’s like a game, seeing what I can say thatwill turn her from pale to pink to red, and it’s not a difficult one to win.

We swap places again, and Sabrina hesitates, looking over at me as she chews on her lip—a tic that I’ve come to realize, means she’s considering something.

“What is it?” I ask, and she sucks the corner of one lip between her teeth.

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