Page 48 of The Forbidden Trio

He slid the sponge over her body, gently scrubbing her arms, her stomach, lingering over her breasts, making her nipples pull tight. Then he moved over her back, lifting her hair out of the way by wrapping it tightly around his fist, and she felt herself slipping into a deeper level of subspace. Kneeling in front of her, he washed her legs in long, slow, sensual movements, sliding up her calves, then her thighs, then finally using his hand, a gentle pressure on her thighs to spread them apart.

He slipped the sponge over her needy sex, and it grew needier by the moment. He looked up at her, his blue gaze on hers, an intensity there she saw only during sex, or when he sang. She didn’t know how to describe it—gleaming, fierce passion almost blazing from his eyes, yet controlled. Whatever it was, it made her go soft and weak all over. It made what he was doing between her thighs even more intense.

Her clit was already pulsing, and she found it harder and harder to hold still, seeing how beautifully hard his cock was, the golden skin darker at the head. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him, to hold him in her hands.Needingto. But that would happen only when he let it.

The sponge was still sliding up and down, over her clit, her pussy lips, pleasure skittering over her skin along with the falling water. Cole was watching her, his gaze on her face, which made everything hotter… so much hotter.

“Mmm, I have an idea, Janie girl.”

He stood and she felt momentarily bereft of the lovely sponge, but she knew whatever he had in mind would be good.

He adjusted the vertical row of body sprayers—both the angle and the spray intensity—until the water came out in a hard, pulsing beat, then he sat on the bench built into one end of the shower.

“Come here, baby,” he said.

As he pulled her against him with her back to his chest, she could see that he’d aimed the sprayers at his body—at their bodies. She felt his erection against the small of her back, the water hitting the front of her body, a heady sensation of hard and soft. Then he placed his hands on her inner thighs and held them as he spread his legs and hers, opening her up, the backs of her thighs resting on top of his. The sprayers hit her open sex in a warm, strong pulse.

“Oh God, that’s good.”

“Let the water do its work, baby. I want you to come for me. Will you do that?”

“Mmm… oh… any time.”

She bit her lip as the water shimmied over her clit, her sex, the sensation unbelievable. And in moments she was at that keen edge.

“Cole… need to come!”

“Yes, do it, baby girl. Come.”

She did, her body shattering, shivering in his hold on her thighs, pleasure sharp, exquisite, searing her.

She was still panting when he let her thighs go and told her, “Take me in your mouth now, baby. I need you.”

Eager to obey, eager forhim, she got down on her knees on the soft rubber mat, kneeling between his thighs. She licked her lips and braced her hands on his strong thighs, the water from the jets pounding against her back. There was something about the heat and the water, something that made everything more sensual and a bit surreal at the same time. But Cole’s cock in front of her was real. And she wanted it.

She stroked the hard shaft with her fingertips, heard him sigh. Smiling, she wrapped her fingers around it, barely able to span the girth, and began a slow slide.

“Oh, that’s good, Janie,” he murmured.

She leaned in, licked at the tip, and he moaned. She did it again, flicking her tongue at the sensitive spot on the underside of the head, and the moan turned into a groan. When she sucked it into her mouth and tongued the hole—something she knew he loved—he let out a guttural growl. She kept the head in her mouth while she stroked him with her hand—he was so big, it was sometimes hard to take all of him any other way. But apparently, it wasn’t enough for him tonight.

He grabbed her hair, his fingers pulling close to the scalp so that she felt that sense of being under his command, and pressed her head down as he arched into her mouth.

She took in a breath as his cock slid down her throat, and she knew to drop her hand. He let her come up, then forced her down again, her throat filled by his hard flesh. Tears stung her eyes, but she loved every moment of it. She swallowed him down with every stroke, even when it choked her, wanting nothing but to please him, knowing from his groans, from the way his cock pulsed against her tongue, that she did. He only ever did this when his desire for her was raging, out of control. There was a sense of power in it for her too, having him at her mercy.

He bucked his hips, and in a few more powerful strokes he cried out, his come hot as it shot down her throat. She swallowed, wanting all of it, all of him.

He lifted her face, sinking down onto the floor of the shower with her as he kissed her lips, her cheeks, lifted her hands and kissed her palms. He held her in his arms as the steam rose all around them, making a cocoon of the warm shower—the heat, the falling water and the two of them. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

Chapter Six

The moon shone in the night, casting a pale, silver light across his bedroom floor. Cole stretched, smiled when he felt Janie’s weight resting on his chest. One of the best feelings in the world. He loved waking up with her in his arms—morning, middle of the night. Didn’t matter.

He stroked her hair, taking a few of the silky strands between his fingers. In the last month since they’d gotten back together, he’d written seven new songs. They weren’t all complete yet, but the music was moving through him in a way it hadn’t for far too long. Janie was his muse— she always had been, but the next album Ink & Iron put out was going to have a whole new feel to it.

Hehad a whole new feel, and that feeling was nothing but positive. Pure happiness. Pure love.

He’d never stopped loving her. But getting to know her all over again had been an amazing process. Learning the woman she’d become, discovering this Janie who was the same sweet girl he’d always known and loved, and yet a newer, stronger woman. He loved her more than ever. Watching her sleep as the moonlight caught the tips of her eyelashes, silhouetting her cheekbones, the lovely line of her jaw, he was overcome by a sense of coming home. With her in his bed. In his life.

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