Page 22 of Seduced By Two Alphas

“Shower’s all yours.”

I jumped at the sound of Jack’s voice behind me. I seemed to be doing that a lot today. “Oh. Okay, um, thanks.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Ken asked after he swallowed the bite he’d been eating. “You seem jumpy as hell tonight.”

So Ken had noticed. That was the thing about the Michaels brothers. They were a little too observant when it came to me. One or both was always watching me. I’d noticed that over the past few months.

When I turned to leave, I saw Jack wore nothing but a towel around his waist, his body still wet from his shower, water clinging to his golden skin. My gaze swept over him like a gust of wind before I hurried past him and damn near barricaded myself in the bathroom, which was still filled with steam from Jack’s shower.

“Stop freaking yourself out,” I said to myself. “Sex is good. Sex is fun. You need the release.”

I stripped down and turned the water on. The heat felt amazing against my muscles as I stood under the spray, letting the water pelt me in the face. I couldn't stay in there as long as I wanted if I was going to leave any hot water for Ken.

Then I realized that I’d been so hasty to lock myself in my bathroom that I’d forgotten to grab a towel from the hallway closet. My bathroom was a bit tiny, so there weren’t any available shelves to store the towels in there. I’d never minded before because that had given extra room for my bedroom.

Now I cared, because there I stood, sopping wet and naked and had no other choice than to leave the bathroom butt-ass naked to retrieve a towel.

And of course the hallway wasn’t empty when I darted out, the steam chasing behind me. Ken was in the hallway closet, grabbing his own towel.

Ken’s gaze rolled over me slowly, taking in every naked inch of me standing there. “Forgot a towel?”

I held my hand out, wiggling my fingers. “Yes. Can you hand me one?”

He didn’t hand it over. Instead, Ken grabbed a towel and walked right up to me, our eyes locked as he curled it around my waist, tucking the material in so the towel wouldn’t fall off.

His fingers grazed over my skin, making my nerves quiver and my muscles jump. There I went, being jumpy again. But the way his fingers had grazed me made me momentarily forget I was wet and damn near naked. Water trickled from my hair and down my back and chest, but I ignored the tickling feeling as I tried to remember how to breathe.

“You showered too fast.” His fingers were still clinging to the towel. “I was going to join you.” He looked over my shoulder, and something passed behind his eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was. “I’ll only be a second.”

When he went into the bathroom, I felt as if I could take a full breath. Then hands were on my shoulders, guiding me toward my bedroom as the bathroom door closed.

Jack.

He massaged my shoulders as we walked, working out the kinks the hot water had missed. I was almost putty in his hands, nearly melting as my feet moved.

“You’re tense,” Jack said close to my ear in a deeper voice than he normally talked. “Lie down and I’ll work them out of you.”

In a daze, I did as he asked, lying across the bed on my stomach.

“Tuck your hands under your head and try to relax.” The bed dipped, and Jack straddled the backs of my thighs. I tucked my hands and closed my eyes, loving the weight on me. He had no clue that one of my biggest fantasies was to be pinned down, my wrists held to where I couldn’t move.

Jack dug into my shoulders then my back, slowly working his way down my spine. He massaged my sides, going back to my shoulders, then kneading his way down again. He’d been right. I was tense but not for long. Not with the way he was turning me into molding clay, his fingers digging into spots that felt like steel balls under my skin. I was pliable, his to mold, his to have any way he wanted me.

“When was the last time you had a massage?” he asked.

“Never.” Was I drooling? I was so relaxed I could have slipped off the bed in a melted pile of goo. His fingers moved in circles then the heels of his hands, working me over so thoroughly I felt myself drifting off.

Until the towel was tugged away. My eyes shot open as Jack slid down my legs, pushing them apart as he settled between them. My cheeks separated, and a puff of air raced over my hole.

I sucked in a breath between my teeth. I was still somewhat relaxed, but my cock was getting hard, and then his tongue flicked over my sensitive hole.

Jack moaned, and the sound vibrated right through my body. Before I knew what my body intended to do, I was pushing back onto my knees, whimpering, clutching the bedding as Jack’s tongue probed inside of me.

“Oh god,” I whispered, my eyes rolling back. He had one hand on each of my globes, keeping them parted as he lapped and sucked, twirling his tongue in a way that was driving me crazy. The feeling was indescribable. It was the feeling of someone touching you after being alone for so long. That feeling of being wanted and desired and knowing how desperately starved I’d been for it.

I sucked in a quick breath when Jack nipped me then lapped at where his teeth had been like I was his favorite treat. In truth, no one had ever done that for me before. No lips had ever touched my hole, and damn if I wasn’t now hooked.

The buildup was already pooling at my spine, already pushing me toward the edge. I tried to wiggle free, but Jack’s hands had moved from my ass to my waist, and he kept me in place, refusing to let me escape. His mouth was heaven. His tongue was pure fucking perfection. Electrical pulses shot through me, over me, and I was seconds away from exploding.

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