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My hand drops to my lap, and I give my cock a surreptitious squeeze under the table. Just adjusting it, so no one notices. It throbs in hopeful desperation through my sweatpants and, for a brief moment, I contemplate following her to the bathroom. Not going inside, but just sitting outside the door. Listening. Maybe I could open it a little. They might not notice…
Lily’s footsteps fade, a light staccato against the thin carpet as she trots down the hall. The door creaks open, muffled voices filtering through. A burst of surprise, a lilting laugh.
Liam, Antoine, Matty, and I all stare at each other, expectant electricity buzzing between us.
And then the door snigs shut.
Chapter 12
Lily
“Holy shit. Missy.” A bottle of shampoo clatters against the shower wall, skittering to the floor. “Is that really you?”
“Uh, yeah.” I give a nervous laugh, peering through the steam, then pull the door shut behind me. “Thought I’d join you in the shower. If you want me to…”
I swallow, some of my earlier lust-fueled bravado fading now that I’m faced with the reality of it all. Now that I’m standing here, fully clothed, while Eddie’s silhouette moves behind the shower curtain, the scent of his bodywash rising up in the steam around me.
He peers around the curtain, water sluicing down his face, his chest, across the compact muscles of his shoulders. The thick, dark hair that usually curls teasingly across his forehead is waterlogged, dripping into his eyes. A broad grin splits his face. “Yes. Absolutely yes. Shit, Missy, this is the best day ever.” Heshakes his head, flicking the wet hair from his face. “It’s like Christmas has come three days early.”
His eyes drop to my body, eyeing my jeans and T-shirt appreciatively, his smile widening. “You gonna get naked and join me?”
I laugh, some of my embarrassment fading at the sight of his unashamed eagerness. “Yeah. Okay.”
To my relief, he flicks the shower curtain shut, giving me privacy to undress—and giving me a moment to gather my thoughts. My heart races as I peel off my clothes, breaths coming in short, quick pants, steam filling my lungs.
I think about the guys outside, just feet away, in the kitchen down the hall, and wonder if they can hear us. It should make me nervous—and it does, a little. But mostly, the thought of them listening only amplifies the hunger that’s been burning within me for days now.
I take a deep breath, steeling my nerves, then peel back the shower curtain and carefully step over the lip of the old, chipped tub.
“Fucking hell.” Eddie swipes water from his eyes, stepping out of the shower spray and moving aside to make room for me. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
I snort out a laugh, shaking my head as I squeeze past him, trying to get under the water, desperate to wash the sweat from a day’s teaching off my skin. His hands fly to my hips, wet, heated skin slick against my own as he moves under the water with me.
“You are,” he insists, his voice low. Water droplets catch on his long lashes, tracking down the smooth skin of his cheeks. Histongue darts out, licking away moisture. He steps closer to me, bringing our bodies flush, trapping his already hard cock against my mons.
His eyes dip down the length of our bodies, settling on my breasts. “These tits.” His hands move up my waist, thumbs tracing the undersides of my breasts tentatively, as if he’s afraid to touch them.
He guides me under the water, maneuvering me until the showerhead is pelting my skin, heated water making all my nerve endings come to life. All the while, his eyes are on my breasts, watching the water run in rivulets between them.
“So perfect,” he muses.
He reaches up to cup one breast, groaning at the feel of it against his palm, his lips parting as he lightly thumbs one nipple. Fire races through me, and I gasp, arching into his touch, wanting more. He doesn’t seem to notice, just leisurely toys with my nipple, as if he’s teasing it for his own amusement, for his own enjoyment, rather than my own.
“You have the most incredible breasts,” he says, his eyes lifting to mine as he gives me an unashamed smile. “Pretty sure they were the first thing I noticed about you,” he admits.
I chuckle, but it’s a breathy, desperate sound. “I probably should be offended by that,” I tell him, peeling out of his hold so that I can tip my head under the water.
“You definitely shouldn’t be,” he argues, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “But seeing you like this… You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”
I step out of the spay, blinking water from my eyes, ready to tell him that he’s wrong. But then he pulls me to him, slanting his lips against my own as water drips down our faces, swallowing up any words of protest I might have said.
It’s a deep kiss, hungry and drugging, heated as the water pelting our skin. His hands move along my back, fingertips tracing my spine, settling on my ass. I can feel every part of him—his bare chest against my own, the rough texture of his scars, his small, peaked nipples, the trembling of his muscles.
He’s stronger than I imagined too, and even though we’re the same height, there’s no doubting his masculine strength as he hauls me against him, maneuvering me until his cock is settled between my thighs, the length of it dragging against my swollen outer lips.
We both groan then, the sound muffled as his tongue delves deep, demanding more. Taking more. I open for him, relaxing against him, instinctively wanting to give him everything. He thrusts against me, his cock sliding easily against me, slick with water and the dampness coating my thighs. I tighten around him, gripping him with the inside of my thighs, my body demanding more. More friction, more pressure.More, more, more.
He pulls back with a gasp, his cock still trapped between my thighs, the shaft pressed against my core. “Fuck. Lily. That’s so fucking good.” He rocks against me, a steady rhythm that sends my pulse skittering, an almost painful ache building low in my belly. “I need to be inside you. Need to feel you around me.”
