Page 57 of Revenant

Maybe nudity should bother me, since I’ve never been intimate with anyone, but my father stripped me of any shyness by barging into my room at all hours of the day and night. Nothing was private.

I’ve been hauled from my bed in the middle of the night more times than I can count. I’ve always made sure that I was covered in some sort of clothing before I went to bed, but there are times when I’ve been caught unaware. My father took sadistic pleasure in sending his sicko servants to me while I showered, draggingme out with barely enough time to grab a towel before being presented before him.

It’s been years since I’ve taken a shower longer than ten minutes. It’s the same amount of time that it takes a servant to reach me from their quarters.

Whatever modesty I might have been able to preserve was well and truly stripped away after months of living in different asylums. Sharing a shower with a dozen other women while guards watch is uncomfortable, their crude comments only exasperating the situation.

When Jameson drags open the clear door to the shower, I banish those intrusive thoughts to the recesses of my mind where they belong. I’ve seen men nude—it’s kind of hard to miss when you pass in and out of mental hospitals. Yet seeing the twins standing side by side is like a religious experience—a gift given to me from the gods.

While they’re both still slim, they have each bulked up while I’ve been away. Jaceson is ripped through the stomach and legs, and Jameson is broader through the shoulders and arms. Though they’re identical twins, I’m not sure how anyone could ever confuse them. They’re each so beautiful in their own way that it would be impossible to mistake one for the other.

“We thought we might help you relax,” Jameson says in a husky voice, his roguishly charming smile not present.

To him, I’m not another conquest.

I’m the prize.

Jaceson doesn’t say anything, but his gaze is just as intense, never once looking away from my face. He’s more reserved than his brother, but neither of them seems sure of their welcome. That’s the last thing I want.

Without taking my eyes off them, I step back in silent invitation. Jameson accepts without pause, and I can’t tear mygaze away when the hot water cascades over his skin and flows down his body.

And for the first time, I allow myself to look at his cock. While most of the time, the creatures appear angry and red, his is beautifully sculpted, just like the rest of him. When Jaceson doesn’t follow suit, it takes all my willpower not to reach out and fold my arms around him. Taking my courage in my hands, I glance over to him.

“Would you like to join me?” My voice is husky, and a spark of hunger darkens his pale blue eyes, making them look storm tossed. Without taking his gaze from mine, he steps right into the shower. He ignores his brother, ignores the water splashing his gorgeous body, and steps right into my space.

He doesn’t even pause as he cups my face like I’m something precious…then his lips are on mine, his body forcing me back until I’m pressed against the cool tiles of the shower. My back arches against the shock of freezing cold, forcing my aching breasts into his chest, and I moan against the heated feel of him.

Light hair decorates his pecs, the wiry texture teasing my nipples into hard peaks, and I can’t stop myself from brushing against him in a silent plea for more. Heat floods my core, and I shift, rubbing my legs together to appease the emptiness.

A bottle top snaps open, and Jaceson pulls back with one last nip on my bottom lip, and I nearly topple over when I lean forward to follow him.

“Enough of that.” Jameson’s stern voice sends a jolt through me. He captures my chin and turns me in his direction. I cringe, bracing myself for his anger, but the expression on his face is pure hunger. “As much as I would love to watch my brother destroy you, we’re not here for that.”

I don’t even realize that I’m pouting until he leans down and nips at my lips.

“Stop trying to tempt me, pookie.” His voice is husky, a tremor rippling through his muscles as his control wavers. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

To him, it’s more than just sex.

This is him showing me that he cares, and I nod meekly. As I turn so my back is to the water, he puts a dollop of shampoo into his palm, lathers the soap, then gently begins washing my hair.

After a few seconds, my eyes slide shut of their own accord. I’ve never had anyone take care of me this way, and I wasn’t sure that I would like being so vulnerable.

Fuck was I wrong.

I think I died and went straight to heaven.

His fingers massage my scalp with just enough pressure that my eyes threaten to roll back up in my head. I’m not even aware of slumping into him when my knees weaken, until the heat of him burns into my skin.

I’m not sure how much time passes before Jaceson lifts my hand, places it on his chest, then proceeds to run a loofah along my skin. I shiver at the gentleness of his movements mixed with the rough texture of the loofah. He doesn’t look up, totally focused on his task with the seriousness of a surgeon.

I brush my fingers along his chest, suds dripping from my arm, and his gaze jumps toward mine. He stills, like he’s waiting for me to berate him. I don’t miss the slight grimace that crosses his face before he can hide it.

“Am I doing this wrong?” His voice is gruff, his shoulders tense.

I slide my hand up his chest, gliding it across his shoulders before finally slipping my fingers up the nape of his neck. “I don’t think there is a way you could touch me that I wouldn’t like,” I confess in a husky tone.

Warmth heats my cheeks, and I’m suddenly shy, but I refuse to break my hold on him. “I’ve never done anything like thisbefore. Being near you is addictive. I could get used to being pampered, but…” I nibble on my bottom lip for a second, then lean toward him until it’s only the two of us. “I’m not sure what to do with myself. Should I be?—”

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