Page 54 of Packed in the Fire house

I had never stood up to Gregory like that.

After quickly checking that Luka was still fast asleep in his crib, I padded to the bathroom and stripped off my clothing, tossing them onto the floor before turning on the shower and hopping in.

A cold shower would do me good.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

Stepping under the icy spray of water, I trembled, hissing as the cold attacked my skin like frigid daggers. How anyone ever opted to take cold showers was beyond me. It was a special kind of torture that I didn't want to endure.

I lasted less than three seconds before I was reaching for the shower control, turning the heat up to high, just the way I loved it.

My personal philosophy was, baths and showers should be hotter than the sun.

Sighing, I stuck my head under the water, letting it warm me. I needed a release.

Looking in the general direction of the door, even though I couldn't see it, thanks to the shower curtain, I bit my lip.

I could be quiet.

When was the last time I’d had a little… me time?

Too damn long.

With one hand on the shower wall, I slowly trailed the other down to my folds. My fingers met wetness, and I almost chuckled. I was certainly in need of a release.

My eyes drifted closed as I remembered the feel of Walker, his teeth in my neck, his knot stretching me out.

Even though our dalliance had been quick, it had been the hottest thing ever, and the memory of it would sustain me for a while.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, my heart rate increased as I quickly started to climb toward release.

The door to the bathroom opened, and I squeaked, pulling my hand away from my folds and standing up straight, my eyes snapping open.

Who would just walk into my bathroom? Luka couldn’t open doors yet, so it wasn’t him.

I nearly screamed when the curtain pulled back, but my panic turned to a glower when I saw Walker standing on theother side with a frown. His shirt was already off, leaving him in only his sweats.

“What on earth are you doing here? You’re making this a habit, and I’m not sure I like it,” I grumbled.

He chuckled. “I can feel what you’re doing. In fact, I can tell how frustrated you’ve been all day,” he declared, pulling off his sweats.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused but also excited to see him naked again. His cock sprang free, and I swear my pussy was weeping with need for it.

I was seriously becoming the firehouse hoochie.

“I’m going to make my omega come, do you object?” he asked with a smirk as he stepped into the shower.

“W-well… I…” At a loss for words, I could only stare at him.

Thankfully, he didn’t make me answer. He tangled his hand in the hair at the nape of my neck as he pulled me in for a bruising kiss. He tasted sweet and musky. There was a hint of something tart, like he had just eaten some of the lemon meringue cookies I’d made.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he growled, pressing me against the cool tiles. With his body against mine, I was between tile and a hard place.

And a very hard cock.

“Please,” I whined against his lips as my hands roamed over his body.

“I wanted to take my time with you, to taste you.” He groaned, pressing his cock against me.

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