Page 21 of Agony of Our Regret

I let out a pathetic groan. “Fine.”

I left the towel on my face and listened while he moved around the bathroom. The shower started, and clothes hit the ground.

“Do you feel up to showering, or do you want to go lie down?”

I lifted the towel enough to peek at him. He was naked and had one hand stretched out to help me stand. I tossed it away and licked my lips. “I want to shower, but I think I’ll need help.”

A grin stretched his lips. “I can do that.”

He pulled me to my feet, and I yanked off my shirt while he tugged down the boxers I borrowed from one of them.

“Come here.” He stepped behind me before his hands landed on my hips to guide me into the walk-in shower.

The warm water washed over me, and I closed my eyes as I opened my mouth and quickly swished it away before spitting it out. Not very sexy, but neither was barf breath.

The rough touch of the loofah scraped gently over my skin as the scent of my body wash rose on the shower steam. Gavin gently rubbed down my arms and back before stepping closer behind me and pressing one palm over my stomach while the other lathered my breasts.

I groaned, all thoughts of nausea replaced by want.

As I eased my eyes open, he hummed against my ear. I slipped my hand behind me, finding his erection and slipping my fingers around him.

“This wasn’t what I planned.” His voice was tight as I stroked him.

“No?” I teased the tip before slipping back down to his base.

His hands froze, one squeezing my boob while the other dug into my hips.

How I could go from feeling like I was dying to starving for him made no sense, but I didn’t fight it. My body knew what it needed better than I did these days.

I leaned forward, resting my other hand on the tiled wall while I lined him up with my entrance.

“Ave,” he groaned again and pushed his hips forward, sliding into me, and filling me until I cried out.

“Oh, god,” I panted and slipped my hand down, cupping his balls once before catching myself on the wall as he thrust into me.

“You feel so fucking good.” He bent over and kissed the back of my neck, never losing his tempo.

I wanted to touch him, to make him feel as good as he made me, but all I could do was hold myself up as he reached that perfect spot, making me scream.

His fingers dug into my hips, pulling my ass back to slam into me again.

It was hard and fast and the perfect distraction. He always knew exactly what I needed and took care of each and every little—

“Fuck!” I cried, as I climaxed and shattered around him.

“Avalon,” he moaned as he came, filling me as his hips jerked.

I dropped my head against the warm tile and sighed.

Once we could both stand, we cleaned each other and stepped out to dry off. Then his phone rang from our room.

“Shit.” He hurried out, nearly slipping. I watched in the mirror as he frowned and answered the phone. “Mom? What’s wrong?”

I rubbed the towel over my skin and watched his face pale.

“When?” His eyes flashed to me. “Okay. Yeah.”

I bent over and wrapped the towel around my hair before stepping out and crossing the room to go to him. “What’swrong?”

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