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He grunts as he jostles between us once more, seemingly unable to contain himself. I’ve seen Cannon angry before.
But it’s never once been directed at Elliot. The expression on his face makes Elliot stumble back to get away from the sheer fury oozing from his every pore. Her hands fly up, covering the lower half of her face as she watches us grapple to keep Cannon under control.
Kingston’s low voice is full of gravel. “Hey, man. Back up a sec.”
I shift myself so I’m between Cannon’s heaving form and Elliot’s panic-stricken one. “Cannon. Look at me.” His gaze slowly inches to meet mine, and when I finally have him, I can see in his eyes all the pain and embarrassment and misery that he shoves so far down inside. I feel for him. I do. “I think you should go with Kingston and let me handle her.”
Just as I say that, she backs up another step, collides with the outside of the glass shower wall, and drops to her ass on the tiled floor among all the little peach-colored tablets.
Cannon’s eyes dart everywhere—from the medicine cabinet that is hanging open to the pill bottles inside to Elliot’s wide eyes—before finally sticking on the mess all over the floor. Breathing slower now, he nods his affirmation.
Kingston lets out a relieved breath, “Okay, man. Let’s go.” He and Cannon turn around and walk out, the door to the bathroom closing with aclickbehind them.
I pivot to find a still very naked Elliot on her hands and knees, collecting the pills with one hand and depositing them into the other. She bites her lip as she looks up at me. “I didn’t mean to upset him. I was just curious. My head. I was looking for Tylenol… and I saw—” Her hands shake as her gaze slips over to the medicine cabinet, which hangs open, revealing Cannon’s medical issues in all their glory. She scoots around, continuing in her effort to pick up the mess while giving me an amazing view of her pussy. And if I’m not mistaken, that’d be Cannon’s cum dripping down the inside of her thighs.
I groan, clearing my throat. “Peaches. Why don’t you stand up for a sec?”
“No, I’ve got to clean this up for him.” She shakes her head, crawling on hands and knees.
With a set jaw, I spin around, turn on the faucet, and snag a washcloth from the drawer at the right of Cannon’s sink. Once I’ve wet it and gotten rid of the excess water, I set it on the counter. I allow myself one more look at her pretty cunt before straddling her body, hooking my hands under her arms, and lifting her to her feet.
“Archer. I’m not done.” Pale as a ghost, she turns to face me.
“I think you are. Let’s be logical, you and me, okay? It’s close to five in the morning, and you’re completely naked, crawling around Cannon’s bathroom floor. He’s upset with you, and all this is happening while his cum is running down your legs.” I stop, picking up the warm washcloth.
The moment it all hits her, her face crumples, and she covers her eyes as she lets out a shuddery breath. “I feel awful.”
I strip out of my T-shirt and hand it to her. “Let me help you, Peaches.” She takes it from me, but doesn’t bother to put it on, simply holds it in front of her with both hands. She steps closer to me, the shirt and her arms between us, and rests her head on my chest.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against my body. From the raggedness of her breath and the trembling she’s doing, I’d say she’s every bit as upset as I thought she probably was, despite the fact that she hadn’t lost it and cried the second Cannon caught her.
Finally, after several quiet minutes have passed, I press my lips into her hair and ease her away from me. “Lemme warm this back up.” I cautiously let her go, keeping an eye on her as I wait for the water to heat again.
She tugs my T-shirt over her head. It fits her like a dress, extending down to cover her upper thighs. She stands very still after that, eyes unfocused, clearly lost in thought.
I take the washcloth with me over to the side of the whirlpool tub. “Elliot. Come here.”
Sighing deeply, she does what I ask, and doesn’t bother protesting when I grasp one of her legs behind the knee and lift it to prop her foot on the tile surrounding the tub. This girl is on autopilot.
It’s not until I kick one leg back to kneel on the floor before her that she questions me. “W-what are you doing?”
I shake my head, frowning up at her. “Cleaning you up. So you don’t have to do the walk of shame out of here with the evidence dripping from you.”
Her brow furrows in confusion. “But I—” She tries again, “You don’t have—”
“I know I don’t have to.” I keep my eyes on her as I matter-of-factly swipe the warm cloth up the insides of both of her thighs, trying not to be a complete horndog about the fact that I’m cleaning my brother’s cum from her pussy. “I want to. Let me.”
From above me, she sucks in a breath and nods.
And to give me something else to think about while I finish up, I decide to join the fray. I want to be the one she comes to. “I know—” I stop, clearing my throat as I gently wipe the washcloth over her, touching her sex-swollen pussy through the piece of damp fabric. My cock twitches in my jeans. Shesmellslike sex.Theirsex. Fuck. “I know you came to Cannon tonight for a particular reason.”
She eyes me warily but gives me a short nod.
“You trust him.”
A rather confused look crosses her face, and she takes longer than I expected to respond. “Um. I do.”
“I want you to be able to trust me, too.” I give her one of my signature boyish smirks. “And if you’re looking for someone to make you feel good, you already know that I’m capable.” I wriggle my brows at her, but bite down on my lip, willing myself to shut the fuck up. I shrug, murmuring softly, “You know. I’m just over here throwing my hat into the ring or whatever.” I glance up from my ministrations to see the edges of her lips curve the slightest bit.
