Page 95 of Filthy Liar

My body ached, and I felt like I’d eaten a bucket load of sugar and could stay awake for a month.

I’d zoned out at some point because the next thing I knew, Zavier was in front of me in the bathroom.

When had we left the car? Where was Logan?

“Rae? Are you coming?” he asked, eyeing me with concern.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice sounding weird like my ears were blocked.

“Shower, remember?” he asked slowly, and I frowned.

We were having a shower?

I dropped my gaze down his body, seeing the dried blood all over him. He’d been fighting too, I remembered that. He was only wearing his boxers, but I was fully clothed.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, reaching out to tug my shirt over my head, my bra, pants, and panties going next. The blood on his hands felt dry on my skin, and I flexed my knuckles to feel some flake off my skin too.

When I didn’t move, he carefully pulled me towards the shower, helping me step in, before shutting the shower door behind us. My arms went around him instantly, and I dropped my forehead to his chest as he held me.

“I feel weird,” I whispered, his lips pressing against the top of my head.

“Adrenaline and emotional crash. You blacked out in your fight and just kept swinging. You snapped, that’s all. Your mind is trying to restart itself,” he answered.

He always had the answer.

I lifted my head, finding him looking down at me already. “Did I kill her?”

“No. Ander’s keeping tabs on her. She’s in the hospital, but she’s fine.”

“So I’m getting arrested?” Panic filled me at that thought, but he shook his head, his bloodied hand running up and down my spine as the steam and water started turning the blood slick again.

“They have no idea it’s you. Apparently, Beckett’s opponent from the cage tonight looks the same, so we figured with them both needing a hospital, they could claim to have gotten in a fight together. It’s fine.”

My hand shook as I lifted it to his chest, the water causing the blood to run down his body.

“I know I shouldn’t encourage violence, but you were like an angel of mayhem tonight,” he said when I stayed silent, watching me as my hand explored his chest. It was like I’d never seen it before, I was fixated on it.

“You always look good when you fight. Sometimes, I wish you did it more. You get this air around you that I’d happily suffocate in,” I replied, tracking some blood as it dripped down his abs.

“Are you with me?” he asked, my eyes flicking to his.

“Yes?”

“Good.” He dropped his mouth to mine, one of his hands instantly going to my throat in a firm but gentle grip, taking my breath away as he consumed me.

I wasn’t expecting this, and I wasn’t going to argue as his tongue pushed into my mouth, forcing me to open for him.

Some of the numbness in my head faded the more he touched me, and I was soon climbing up his damn body to clear it some more, his arms moving to my middle to hold me up.

I was getting blood in his hair as I yanked on it, a groan leaving him as he pressed me against the wall and rolled his hips, finding the right spot before pushing inside me slowly.

I didn’t want slow, I wanted hard and fast, but he took his time.

Sounds around us got louder the more he kissed me, my limbs not feeling so heavy as I tightened my legs around him.

I was starting to think shower sex was my thing, I kept finding myself banging one of the guys every time they joined me.

There was no dirty talk, only grunts and moans as he brought me back from whatever weird trance I’d been in, my mind focusing on his touch like a beacon pulling me back.

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