Page 22 of Restorations

“Jesus, after me last night and him today . . .” His voice is a cruel growl. “You must be dying for some relief. I doubt you came just from him sucking on your neck for a second.”

I’m certainly struggling with my attraction to him too. I glare at him, trying to appear confident. “No. I know how to finish myself.”

I don’t miss the way his breath catches in his throat as I brush past him, heading for my room.

“In fact,” I look back at him over my shoulder, “I think a nice hot shower sounds like a great idea right now.”

“Don’t you mean cold?”

I shake my head, still looking at him over my shoulder. “You only need the water cold if you don’t want to get off.”

I turn away from him and walk to my room, stupidly hoping that he takes that as an invitation to join me.

Because that’s exactly what it was.

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ASHER

Do. Not. Follow.

Fuck!

My heart is racing as I watch her walk out of the living room and toward the bedrooms. My mind only thinking about Viv, naked under the spray of the shower. My mind literally won’t go to any other thought, and my feet seem to only be guided by that one thing as I glide down the hallway.

Don’t do this, you dumb motherfucker.

My body isn’t listening to any rational thoughts when I see her bedroom door has been left wide open.

I stand outside the open door, focusing on the fucking bathroom door that’s cracked open.

Don’t do it.

She wasted no fucking time going right back to Sawyer’s mouth today. Maybe I completely underestimated her. Maybe she is just a chick who wants to fuck and be fucked. I thought she was this fragile being that couldn’t handle that.

But then why the fuck did she fall for me?

Was that all an illusion?Thetalkingand fucking ruined what could have just been a nearly perfect sexual arrangement?

Fuck, this is making my head hurt and my dick no less hard. My body was still on full alert after our make out session last night. I tried to forget about her on my lap, my hands on her ass, and my lips fucking everywhere. I forced myself to get out of bed, and then when I heard Baz playing, I decided I’d help get him ready for the day.

That’s something I missed doing. It’s fun to let him pick out what he wants to wear and ask him what he wants to do during the day. But for whatever reason, the very last thing I thought we’d walk in on when we went to find his mom was my ex-best friend’s hands andlipsall over her.

His mouth over the blotchy purple marksIfucking left there.

My fists flex, and my body is wound up in every way.

“Fuck it.” I walk over the threshold of her bedroom and close the door behind me before walking to the bathroom, pushing the door open.

Why can’t I just stay completely away from her?

She doesn’t jump when I walk in the bathroom and then close the door behind me, pushing in the lock. She just glances at me over her bare shoulder as she stands in the spray of the large black shower head. The entire shower stall is encased in clear glass, showing me everything.

Her body faces toward the spray, letting it run down her front, showing me the curve of her hips and that firm ass. Her face turns away from me, letting the water fall over her face before she turns, raising her hands to her hair as the water runs through it.

Her tits are perfect. Too perfect. Full with nipples that are pebbled and calling to me.

I stand frozen by the door, trying like hell to talk some sense into myself as she lathers shampoo in her hands and works it in her hair, letting the suds wash over her naked body. A body I know well.

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