Page 74 of Killer Heart (The Chaos Crew 3)

I didn’t care that a hint of metallic flavor lingered on her lips or that my fingers slid through still-damp blood as I tucked my hand around her neck. She was my woman even if she was the other guys’ too, and in that moment I needed to confirm that fact in every possible way.

Our mouths crashed together with a ferocity that grew more heated by the second. Dess gripped my shirt and arched into me with another groan. She was making me even more of a mess than before, but I didn’t give a shit about that either. I had her, and that was all that mattered.

I hefted her onto the sink counter and pushed between her legs without breaking the kiss. As I kicked off my shoes, I yanked off hers. Then, ignoring the rest of our clothing, I whipped her around and stepped over the edge of the bathtub.

Dess growled eagerly as I pinned her up against the tiled wall, nothing supporting her but one of my hands and the pressure of my hips. The steam billowed around us, the warm water pelting us, and our mouths grew slick as we kissed again and again. I couldn’t get enough of her.

The blood that had smeared her skin and mine streamed off us into pink trails that wound through the bottom of the bathtub toward the drain. As a path cleared, I moved my lips to the crook of her neck and left nipping kisses down its length.

“We’re still dressed,” Dess murmured around an amused gasp.

“We weren’t getting back into these clothes anyway,” I reminded her, my mouth brushing her shoulder as I spoke. “But believe me, I am planning on taking care of that.”

Keeping one hand on her thigh, I used the other to tug up her shirt. It took mere seconds to unclasp her bra. Then I was massaging her breasts skin to skin, running my calloused fingers over each of her tender nipples. Dess’s head dipped backward as she gasped out her pleasure.

When I’d had my fill—for now—of her gorgeous breasts, I trailed my hand downward and dipped it beneath her waistband. She ground into my finger the moment it brushed her clit, and I smirked against her lips. I curled that finger right inside her and groaned at the slickness waiting for me there.

“So fucking wet for me,” I muttered.

A giddy giggle fell from her mouth. “In more than one way.”

True. I lowered her for just long enough to strip her soaking shirt right off her and then tug off her pants. She yanked at the buttons on my shirt in turn. As she delved into my jeans next, she ran her hands up and down my rigid erection until I practically went blind with pleasure.

Then she grabbed the bottle of body wash and held it up. “We’re still kind of messy. Are you going to wash me?”

Holy fuck, could she have gotten any sexier? The slyly seductive question made me want to shove her back against the wall and thrust into her there and then. But taking her up on her offer would be even more enjoyable in the long run.

I poured a generous amount of soap into my palms and rubbed them together, eyeing the canvas of her body before me. Then I got started, lathering the soap meticulously across the front of her, paying extra close attention to the most important areas. She dipped her head back beneath the water as I massaged all her curves with the floral-scented soap, her breath quickening at my attentions.

“Turn around,” I demanded, and she did exactly as I asked, exposing her entire back and ass to me. I gripped her hips and moved her toward the back of the shower until she placed her hands against the wall. Dropping to my knees, I began washing her just as I’d been doing before, running my hands over each calf, and then her thighs. I reached her ass in no time and rubbed the soap into it with rough palms before standing and starting on her back.

She swayed toward me in anticipation, but I continued washing her back as if I didn’t notice. My own motions went jerky from lust as she brushed her ass against my jutting cock. I slapped it, and she whimpered encouragingly.

“Put your arms up,” I demanded, and she did as I instructed, resting both of her forearms against the wall above her head. “Bend over.”

She bent, pushing her ass up toward me. I rinsed the suds from my hands and pressed one between her thighs. She ground into my touch. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I lined myself up and plunged into her slick cunt as far as I could go. Dess’s welcoming cry pealed through the air, and if the other guys hadn’t figured out that we were doing more than washing up in here, they had to know now. The thought only drove me faster.

God, she felt so good around me. I thrust again, placing a hand on one of her hips and using the other to press her into the wall with the force I knew she liked, maybe even needed to fully surrender to the moment. The feeling of her skin against me and her heat around my cock sent me so close to the edge that I feared I’d barrel over it before she could find her own satisfaction.

I slowed my pumping, bringing myself deeper into her rather than rocking faster against her. Dess let out another moan. She was close—almost as close as I was to finishing.

I pulled myself out and gripped her hips, turning her toward me. Then I pushed her back into the shower wall facing me and thrust so deep into her that her eyes went out of focus, her mouth falling open.

Planting my forearms over her head, I trapped her body with mine and pressed my lips against hers. A tremor ran through her, her channel clenching around me. I could feel every inch of her when she came for me, and I pounded into her harder, drawing her release out with each motion.

I couldn’t hold on for long. She ran one hand into my hair and scratched her fingernails down my back, and I stiffened with my own release.

My lips remained cemented to hers as we both came down from the frantic fucking. I kissed her again, more gently this time, and took in the emotions whirling in her stormy eyes.

I’d swear I could see my whole life in that pensive, passionate gaze, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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