Page 44 of Property of Azrael

“You’re such an asshole,” she mutters.

He winks at her, and she slaps his arm, hard. Grabbing some clothes from her mess of a bag, she stomps back into the bathroom and slams the door.

“Why lie? They know,” he shouts.

Shrugging, he stalks past our bed in the baby sized towel, not a care in the world. The gap on the side shows off one of his ass cheeks, and when he bends over to pick his clothes up off the floor, Az slams his hand over my eyes.

“Seriously, fucker?” Az growls. Prying his hand away, I glare at him, and he glares back. “You don’t need to see that. Hell, neither do I. Pretty sure his ass just scarred me for the rest of my life.”

Laughing, Fox tugs his jeans up over his hips. “Don’t be a prude, Az. It’s just an ass. Eden liked it just fine.”

Just then, Eden comes out of the bathroom in a baby pink sundress, her hair up in a tiny ponytail at the top of her head, and a fresh red blush tinting her cheeks. For someone so open with her sexual conquests, her demure is subdued. I guess getting caught isn’t something she likes.

“An ass I’d rather not see first thing in the morning.”

“You know you want to see this every morning.” Fox shimmies his jeans down slightly, but Az grabs the TV remote from the nightstand and chucks it at his head. It connects with a hard smack against his temple. “Fuck, Az. You didn’t need to throw shit at me.”

“The fuck I didn’t.”

“Eden and I were going to head down and grab some breakfast before we hit the road,” he utters, rubbing his head. “You two want to join us?”

I peer over at Az, who shakes his head. “I think we’ll stay in.”

“Suit yourself.” He throws on his T-shirt and turns to Eden. “Ready, Bubbles?”

I snort. “Bubbles, huh?”

She shrugs, the blush deepening on her cheeks. Opening the door, Fox ushers her out and winks back at us. “Have fun, you two!”

As soon as the door clicks shut, Az and I lose it, laughing so hard it shakes the bed.

“I never thought I’d see the day that Eden would be embarrassed about sex. It’s all she talks about. If you think my stuff is dirty, her books make mine look like Amish romances.”

“Same with Fox. Eden may be in over her head with him.”

I go to sit up, and my head spins a bit.

“Headache?” I give a slow nod, and he sits up beside me, and begins massaging my temples. After a few moments, he asks, “Better?”

“A little. Thank you.”

“I know they’ve already sullied the shower, but we need to hit the road soon.”

“I can be quick.”

“Baby, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m not leaving this room until you come on my cock. I missed my chance to celebrate with you last night, and I’ve got to make up for it. Come with me.” Az slides off the bed and helps me to my feet, giving me a few minutes to find my equilibrium before tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me into the bathroom. Depositing me onto the counter, he steps into the stall and turns on the water. While waiting for it to warm, he rids us of our clothes, sets me on my feet, and leads me under the spray.

I take in the water cascading down Az’s tattooed chest. It stresses his strong shoulders and trickling down his muscular torso, which tapers to a deep V at his hips. I try not to watch as the water trails lower, but I can’t help it. Azrael’s body is a work of art. His knowing smirk tells me he likes me admiring him.

I splay my fingers over the largest tattoo. A black and white lily, with initials, curled around the side.

“Who’s KLD?”

His eyes soften. “Someone we lost a few years ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” I mutter.

“Lilies were her favorite. Seemed fitting.”

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