I blow out a humorless laugh. “I can tell you what you don’t want.” I flick a hand at my face. “Anything to do with this.”
“You clearly don’t have the first fucking clue what I want,” she snarls, “even though you should, you selfish bastard.”
I used to get that a lot, but here I am doing probably the most unselfish thing I ever have and she’s calling me selfish? For the first time in a while, anger at someone other than myself flares in my gut. “Go away, Shiloh.”
When I lift my head and look at her, I expect fury or frustration. What I see instead is pain.
“Don’t call me that,” she says, her voice breaking.
My heart squeezes up my throat and there’s a second I can’t breathe. She used to hate that I called her Lucky, but now…
“Come on, Lilah,” she says, standing.
For a moment I think I’m getting my wish and they’re leaving, but the next second I’m being dragged off the couch by both arms. It’s questionable whether, even sober, I could fight them off at this point, but as drunk as I am, it doesn’t take much for them to drag me into the bathroom. They dump me in the tub and Lucky cranks the cold water.
It pelts me from the shower head and stings when it hits my skin, but I just lay here, unable to move.
Lucky grabs the bar of soap and leans over me. Water trickles down her loose hair and off her nose as she begins to wash my arms. Her hands feel like silk as she lathers me up, and my heart dies a little in my chest, but still, I don’t move. Her fingers work over my neck, my chest, and when she reaches my underwear, she doesn’t even hesitate. She tugs them down my ass and yanks them off my legs.
“Um…I’ll just be…” Lilah says, backing out the door.
I close my eyes as her soapy hands move over my hips and will my cock not to respond. But it’s hopeless. This is Lucky. I’ve never had any control over what my body does when she’s near. Her hand glides between my legs as she cleans me, and by the time she moves from my balls to my cock, it’s already stiffening for her.
She strokes me.
I hold my breath with the rush.
Her hand tightens, stroking harder, and when I open my eyes, Lucky’s whiskey eyes are blazing into mine.
I sit up and yank her over the edge of the tub so she’s straddling me. As the cold spray hits her back, she hisses out a gasp. Through her tank and bra, both stuck to her body now, her nipples tighten. I pull her to me and take one into my mouth, sucking through the fabric and tugging with my teeth like the beast I am.
She cries out and the door flies open.
“Shiloh!” Lilah says. But then she sees us and her eyes widen. “Oh…” There’s an unspoken exchange between the friends, and the door closes.
Lucky sits back and peels her wet shirt off her body. The bra comes next. Her caramel skin is pebbled with gooseflesh from the cold water, and it runs in beads down her chest, falling in drops from her hard nipples onto my abs.
Suddenly, I’m not cold. Despite the frigid water, I’m burning alive.
Lucky leans in, and I think she’s going to kiss me, but instead, she picks up a razor from the edge of the tub. I watch, barely breathing, as she soaps up my neck and starts shaving me.
Every scrape of the razor, up my neck, across my jaw, my cheek, around my mouth, removes a little more of the rancor that I’ve gilded myself in. My shield slowly falls away, and when she’s done, the armor’s off and I’m exposed and vulnerable.
She combs back my hair with her fingers and examines my entire face, and I don’t let myself retreat back inside. I hold her gaze when her eyes find mine.
“There you are,” she says, the shadow of a smile in her eyes. And this time, when she leans in, her mouth finds mine.
We kiss and her hands familiarize themselves with the new landscape of my body. And when she lifts her hips and pulls her underwear aside, I don’t stop her from sinking down my hard length. She fucks me agonizingly slowly and I move to her rhythm, feeling her pump a little more life into me with each downward stroke. When she arches and moans her pleasure, I take the bead of one nipple into my mouth, then the other.
Her pace quickens as her moans become louder and more feral. I lift her and shift so my knees are bent under me and use the leverage to thrust deeper. She throws her head back and groans with her orgasm, and I pull out as I come just behind her.
After she’s taken a second to catch her breath, she leans her elbows on my shoulders and gazes into my eyes. “Welcome back.”
Chapter 38
Shiloh