Page 3 of Doubts & Fears

“This won’t take long, I promise. Just a quick shower.” I took my clothes off but opted to keep my boxer briefs on.

Nik shook her awake again and handed her to me so he could do the same.

“I can’t shower. I’m having trouble standing right now.” Her hands circled my waist.

“Nik and I are going to help you, okay? We’re going to need to take your clothes off.”

“But you’ll see me naked,” she murmured against my chest.

Thank god her eyes were closed because Nik and I couldn’t help but smile. He let out a low chuckle.

“We won’t look. How does that sound?” I tried to reassure her.

“Promise?” Her voice wobbled.

She was killing me. “We’ll be on our best behavior.”

Opening her eyes, she looked around. “No Reaper or Crow?” She was completely out of it.

“Nope. I’m going to take your shirt off now, okay?”

“That’s fine, because you’ve already seen them. Same with Nik.”

I swallowed hard and peeled the T-shirt from her, then hooked my fingers around the waistband of her panties. “Now for these. If you can keep your eyes open, I’ll look into them so you know I’m not peeking, okay?”

Seconds stretched on as I waited, and once her eyes held mine, I peeled them off. She slapped one arm over her breasts and covered her pussy with the other while swaying on her feet. Damn, how fucking strong were those pills?

“Can you walk to the shower, or will you let me carry you?” I steadied her.

She blushed and leaned her head against my chest to balance herself. “I’ll walk. I just need a minute.”

Nik waited by the shower. His eyes crawled over her naked backside, and his cheek twitched.

“I’m ready now.”

I stayed right behind her as she inched toward my brother. I had to fight everything in me not to laugh out loud as she shuffled, her hands still covering her body. She stumbled, then fell forward, and Nik caught her.

Instinctually, she put her hands out to break her fall, finding purchase on his upper arms, while her body ended up flush against his muscular chest.

“Thank you for not letting me fall. They’re dancing now.” She stared up into Nik’s eyes before leaning against him. Shifting both hands, she once more covered her pussy, and he groaned as she snuggled into him.

Water sluiced down my body as I stepped into the shower and held my hand out. “Let’s get you clean.”

She joined me, and Nik stepped in behind her. The multiple showerheads allowed all of us to be under the spray of warm water.

“No loofahs. They hurt me,” she said, trying to sound stern but only coming across as childlike.

“No problem. We have a washcloth. Nik is going to brace your body, okay? You’ll feel him right behind you, like a wall. He’s going to wrap his arm around your stomach so you don’t lose your balance. Understand?”

She nodded but remained silent.

“Words, malyshka,” Nik breathed in her ear.

“Yes, Sir.” She leaned back against him.

I added soap to the washcloth and lifted it to her skin to wash her. I allowed myself to drink in her beauty as I covered her in suds. Her hourglass figure was stunning. I knew she’d be beautiful, but damn. My throat bobbed as I swallowed hard.

Typical dancers’ bodies, especially ballerinas, were thin. Often tall, with long, lean limbs with little to no curves, other than a small waistline. My little kitten had the tiniest waist ever, but everything else was a contradiction.

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