Page 77 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

Ash and I follow him out of the bed, and my body only protests the movement a little, which is good. Ash is in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, but he strips down like it’s nothing, joining me and Priest in being naked.

Priest looks just as sticky and crusty as I feel, and by some unspoken agreement, we all make our way to his attached bathroom, where he turns on the shower. It doesn’t seem like either of the men really mind being naked around each other, both of them stepping into the shower after me.

The water is hot and the spray is strong. I sigh with satisfaction as it hits my sore body, cascading over me. All the dried blood and cum from the hell of a day yesterday starts to swirl down the drain, and I feel so much better for it.

Ash reaches over my head for the bottle of body wash Priest keeps in his shower caddy and starts soaping up a washcloth. He lathers it, but instead of starting to wash himself, he reaches for me.

He takes one of my arms and draws the cloth over it, starting from my shoulder and working his way down. It feels good, being taken care of like this, and my eyelids flutter closed as Ash washes me up, taking care with my bruised and battered wrists.

“What the fuck did he do to you?” he mutters, but it sounds loud in the closed off space of the shower.

“Julian or Priest?” I ask.

Priest snorts behind me, but there’s still some remorse there. I can tell in the way he starts gently untangling my hair, letting the water soak into the silver strands.

“Julian,” Ash clarifies. “Although if you want to tell me what you and Priest got up to last night, I won’t turn down a hot story.”

I open my eyes in time to see him waggling his eyebrows suggestively, and without his glasses in the shower, it’s so much easier to see all the gold flecks in his amber eyes.

“You’ll live without the details,” Priest says, deadpan.

“How do you know?” Ash fires back. “Maybe I can't survive without them.”

Priest just rolls his eyes and dips his head to lick a line of water from my other shoulder up to my ear.

I shiver at the way that feels, humming my contentment under my breath. In the shower, being washed up by two hot, naked men is a pretty good place to be, even after everything that came before it.

Ash moves to wash my chest, fondling my tits with his bare hands after he passes the wash cloth to Priest over my shoulder. His hands feel good, brushing over my nipples, cupping my breasts and squeezing them a little, and I moan softly, leaning up onto my toes to kiss him.

He smiles against my mouth and drags me in a little closer, kissing me back.

They’re slow, lazy morning kisses, but they spread warmth through me all the same. In this close space, with both of them touching me, washing me clean and chasing away the bad feelings and nightmares that have been stalking me for what feels like ages, I feel… protected.

It’s nice.

I grab the body wash from the little built in shelf Ash left it on and start washing him back, lathering up my hands and running them over his chest and down his torso. His muscles shift and flex when I touch them, and he makes a noise of approval low in his throat.

Eventually, one of them spins me around, and I end up facing Priest instead. I search his face, trying to see if he feels better than he did last night, and he looks right back at me like he knows what I’m doing.

His usual mask is sort of back in place, but it’s not as severe as it usually is. Either that or I can see past it more easily now—like he’ll never be able to truly hide from me again, now that I’ve seen him without it.

Ash runs his hands over my body from behind, spreading the soapy suds around as he makes sure I’m squeaky clean. I reach for Priest, going to lather him up too, and he leans down and kisses me deeply.

That simple gesture answers all my questions, in a way. I know yesterday was a lot for him and that he probably wasn’t expecting to be confronted with so much emotion all at once. But he seems okay.

He pulls back and looks at me, a little smile pulling at his lips, and then nods once.

I smile back and pull him down for another kiss.

The hot water rains down over us, sending the suds swirling round the drain. Ash puts his mouth on my neck, licking the water away and pressing kisses there, and I shiver against him. He presses in closer to me, tucking himself against my back firmly enough that I can feel his cock, half hard and slippery against my ass.

But he doesn’t press for more. He doesn’t try to do anything other than kiss me, and I lean into it, reaching up for Priest to pull him down into another kiss too.

Priest’s cock is still mostly soft, but his hands roam over my body all the same. He kisses my neck from the other side and then chases a bead of water down to my tits, licking it away.

It’s heated and sensual andeasy, and we stay like that for a while, just cleaning each other up and touching and kissing as we want to.

Eventually, we step out into the steam filled bathroom. Priest wraps a towel around me and rubs me down, drying me off. Ash dries himself off, and then the two of us leave Priest’s room so we can get dressed.

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