Page 64 of Being Us (Next Generation 4)

Leaning his forehead against mine, he aimed the showerhead at my center.

I gasped, my head falling back at the unexpected shock of pleasure slamming into me.

With his free hand, he pushed his fingers between my legs, spreading me open to him.

I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders to keep from falling to my knees. “Tanner.” I panted.

He moved the stream of water back and forth over my swollen clit all the while pumping his other hand against me. His fingers slid in and out of me in quick, rough moves.

Wrapping my arm around his shoulders, I held on.

His cock was hard and proud between us, twitching and jerking with every sound that left me.

Circling my fingers around him, I watched his eyes darken as a low groan left him.

“Busy,” he whispered. He kissed me softly on the mouth. “Come for me.”

“Please,” I trembled against him. I lifted my right leg, wrapping it around his waist. It opened my body to him, giving him the invitation to do whatever it was that he wanted to do.

His fingers picked up speed. The pleasure of them thrusting in and out of me, mixed with the water spraying against my clit, sent a shock wave of ecstasy racing through me. The release slammed into me, forcing his name to leave my lips.

When my body calmed down, he hung the showerhead back up on the wall before crushing his mouth to mine.

I kept a firm grip on his cock, stroking it hard. Wrapping a second hand around him, I lined up the tip with my center when a knock sounded on the door.

Tanner muttered a curse.

“Tanner, it’s Cyrus, we need to chat,” came Cyrus’s deep voice from the other side of the door.

“At least it’s him and not Sammy,” I whispered.

Tanner sighed, placing me gently on my feet. “True.” He kissed me softly on the mouth. “It’s late. You need to sleep. We can continue this tomorrow.”

“Okay.” As much as I wanted to argue, I knew that if I didn’t go to bed, he would be up all night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow when you bring me my food,” he said, pinching my chin and giving me another peck.

“Definitely.”

“Be out in a moment,” Tanner called out.

I released him and went to leave the shower when an arm caught me around the waist.

“Thank you,” he murmured into my hair. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

I turned in his arms, cupping his face. “You can try and convince me that you’re not good enough, but you are.” I kissed him hard on the mouth. “Go see what Cyrus wants but you need to get some rest too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I pulled away from him and left the shower.

He shut off the water before turning back to me. “Sleep well, Busy.”

“You too.” I dried myself off, got dressed and opened the door to the bathroom. “He’ll be out in a moment,” I told Cyrus, no longer giving a shit that we had been caught. I was done. I was ready for more. My cousins would get over it.

I believed Tanner when he said he didn’t kill Sunny. Maybe I was the only one who believed him. Because of that possibility, he needed someone at his side. Fighting for him. Vouching for him. Just being his rock. I was that rock. And tomorrow, I would be his.

Completely.

Bee

THE HOUSE WAS QUIETthe next morning as I slipped into the bathroom across the hall from my room and took a shower. When I finished, I quickly got dressed and headed back to my room. It was on the second floor and at the end of the hall, past the photos of old and current bikers lining the walls.

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