“Rian is the girl,” Seth mouths.
“Yes, I know Rian is a girl,” Knox says.
“You’re really a cop, right?” I ask with a lifted brow.
Knox thinks it over, then his mouth opens in an O and he nods, looking impressed. “You could’ve just said that.”
“Said what?” I whisper.
“‘Hey, I’m fucking Rian right now. Take off.’”
I shake my head.
Knox turns off the television while Seth’s nodding like a crazy man. “About fucking time. Can I say something to her?” He steps toward me.
“Fuck no. Get the hell out.”
Seth nods like “yeah, that was an idiotic move” and twists on his heels to head toward the door. “Finally. I swear I think I was getting blue balls watching Dylan drag his feet.”
The door shuts behind them, and I flip the lock.
“Open up for me,” I say, turning to the bathroom door.
She peeks around the door, and when she hears the quiet and doesn’t see the guys, she opens it all the way. “So, two down, huh?”
Rian’s skin glistens in the steamy room from the humidity. I shut the door and lock it, putting my hand in the bag. She secures it with her scrunchie.
“Technically Jax too,” I say.
She sighs.
“Did you want us to keep it a secret?” Maybe I pegged her all wrong. Should I have told the guys it was someone else?
“No! It’ll be embarrassing the first time, but I don’t want us to hide.”
“Good. I think the shower’s ready.” My good hand snakes down her body, grabbing her ass.
“I’m ready.” She takes a hair elastic from her drawer and twirls her hair into a messy ponytail on top of her head.
She steps in first and I quickly follow. My gaze follows the stream of water flowing over her body and I realize this was a big mistake.
“Let’s just wash me and get the hell out of here. I cannot properly fuck you in a shower with one arm.” I step under the showerhead with her, my lips falling to hers until her back hits the tile wall.
“Happy to,” she says, her hands in my hair, our naked bodies pressed together. She’s soft, oh so fucking soft, and she’s grinding along my length.
“I can’t stop touching you.” Even my broken arm wants something. My fingers find their way to the seam of the bag, begging to touch any part of her.
She presses on my chest and I step back, using my time away from her to take her in. Commit the curves of her body to memory. How her tits fall like heart-shaped Hershey’s kisses just waiting for my mouth to devour them.
She puddles shampoo into her hand before bringing both up to my hair. Her fingers thread through the strands and massage my scalp.
“You probably need me closer, right?” I laugh, my hands on her hips leaving us only millimeters apart.
“I really need you to dip your head. You’re so damn tall.”
So I do just that and take the opportunity to lick one of her breasts, sucking the nipple into my mouth. “Is this what you meant?”
She arches into me, her hands not as vigorous anymore.
“Keep washing my hair,” I say, shifting my attention to her other breast.
“Trade places.”
The suds from my hair drip down over her chest.
“You don’t play fair,” she says.
We switch so the water falls over my head. To speed up the process, I stand to my full height, dipping my head back under the showerhead to rinse my hair.
“FYI, I never play fair.”
But then neither does she, because her lips attach to my nipples, her tongue running small circles around them. I grab a hold of her nipples, twisting. The harder I pull, the more she moans. I think I found a kink of Rian Wright’s.
She stands up, not taking nearly enough time down there. “Conditioner.”
“We can skip the conditioner.”
She looks at me with mock offense. “No way. If my hands are going to thread through this hair tonight, I want it soft.”
“Only if you agree to pull it.” I grin. A blush travels over her whole body, and I break the distance between us. “I might just get addicted to you blushing. Tell me what you were thinking when I just said that.”
She shakes her head, grabbing my bar of soap, and runs the soap over my body. “I was thinking of your head between my legs.”
I put my finger under her chin and bring her face up to meet my eyes. “You better pull my hair when I’m between your legs. I plan on spending a lot of time down there.”
She runs the soap over my dick, pushing her body against mine to hold me in place until she slides the soap to my back side, moving over my ass.
“You get the job of showering me every morning until this cast comes off.” I kiss her nose.
She smiles. “Oh, do I? And what do I get in return?”
“You get me washing you.” My hand molds around her tit, my thumb over her nipple.
“I’m not sure either one of us will make it to work.” She puts the soap down and walks me back under the showerhead. “Time to rinse off, my dirty boy.”
“If I’m a good boy, do I get a treat?”
She laughs without answering, and after I’m rinsed off, I turn off the water. She gets out and pulls two towels from the rack.
“I’ll dry you.” I take her towel. Fuck my right hand. I won’t let it fuck this up because it can’t coordinate itself.
She watches me run the plush towel up both of her legs, pausing an inch shy of her pussy. I dry off her arms and torso, taking my time to make sure her tits are fully dry. Sliding the towel around her back, I make sure her ass is good and dry. With her hair up, all that’s left is her pussy. I put the towel there, my hand molded to her mound, and she bucks into my hand. I need to get this girl to a bed.
Opening the bathroom door, I’m happy to find the apartment empty. We tiptoe across the room as though it’s not, and when we’re secure in her room, I back her up to the bed until she falls on the mattress.
“Condom?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I have an IUD. I’m clean.”
My knees nudge her legs open. Fuck, she’s killing me. Is she giving me permission to just slide right in? I’ve never done that before. I desperately want to and I’m clean, but I fear that with nothing between us, I’ll be the minute man inside her.
“I’m clean too—just tested before the accident—but I’ll be right back.” I stand from the mattress and point at her. “Stay right where you are.”
I run out of the room and over to my bedroom, grab a row of condoms, and return to her. Rian listened, lying exactly where I left her except she’s taken out her ponytail so her blonde hair is strewn around her like a fucking angel’s.
Fuck the condoms. I toss them aside and shimmy up on the bed with my knees. “Are you sure you’re okay without a condom?”
She nods. I hold myself over her on my good arm, the tip of my dick piercing her opening.
“I trust you,” she says softly.
I hope she doesn’t come to regret those three words.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Rian