Page 29 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

I found her in the walk-in shower, steam swirling around her gloriously naked body. Locked doors weren’t a thing for us. Not considering how many times we’d showered with her already.

For a moment I just stood there, admiring her every feminine curve, watching rivulets of water snake their way down the length of that amazing body. Jocelyn had her back arched, her eyes closed. Her beautiful face was turned upward, in the direction of the overhead jets.

“You’re hot as fuck.”

She jumped, and her breasts bounced adorably.

“BISHOP, shit!” she laughed, opening her eyes. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.”

Pulling her hair over one shoulder, she smiled. “You wanna get in here?”

Still fully clothed, I thought about it for an agonizing moment. Eventually I shook my head. “No, I just want to watch.”

Jocelyn shrugged and went back to soaping her body. “I was going to say, I thought you had enough this morning. You came a fuck-ton.”

“Fuck-ton?” I laughed. My eyes were glued to her lathered hands as they traveled over her tits. “Is that in metric or imperial units?”

She shrugged again, coyly. “It’s in whatever you shot down my throat.”

Thoughts of earlier this morning came drifting back. Waking up to the feel of her hot mouth. The silky feel of her long blonde hair, spilling down over my stomach.

“Probably better to save up for tonight, anyway,” said Jocelyn. “It’s our last night. I’ve got big plans.”

“You do, huh?”

“Oh yeah.”

She turned and put one long leg up on the marble bench. Once again I was hypnotized; as she began soaping it with one of the loofahs.

“What about plans for… afterward?”

She paused, mid-leg. “Afterward?”

“I mean, when you get home. What are you gonna do?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she sighed wistfully. “I have a little money saved, still. I might travel a bit more. Go places I haven’t been. Find people who don’t fuck each other over, and enjoy myself until I figure out what’s next.”

Jocelyn went back to soaping her beautiful legs, but this time I barely noticed. The idea of her roaming the world alone made me savagely and unexpectedly jealous.

“What about us, though?” I asked.

I asked the question between thundering heartbeats. It was the same question I’d been obsessed with for days.

“Us?”

“Yeah. You know: you, me, Kayden.” I paused to clear my throat. “After this week, do you think things will actually go back to the way they were?”

She looked back at me over her shoulder. “I want them to.”

Her face was innocent and angelic, completely belying the wicked curves of her body.

“Me too,” I admitted. “But… you know.”

“Know what?”

God, she was making it hard. Was it on purpose, maybe? I wasn’t sure.

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