After I was certain no one else was going to wander into my house, I headed back to my bedroom and checked on Elena. She still slept soundly, but depending on what she was given, she could be out for a while. Her chest rose and fell steadily. I moved closer and reached for her, pressing my fingers to the pulse point in her wrist. Her heartrate seemed a little fast to me, but I wasn’t a doctor by any means. Until Griz gave the okay, I didn’t want to bring in anyone to check on her. Since he was already on the warpath thanks to Dragon, I didn’t really want to piss him off more.
I hoped that whatever was in her system wouldn’t have lasting effects. I trailed my fingers down her arm, feeling how soft she was, and my dick started to get hard again. With a groan, I made myself turn away and went straight to the bathroom. I shut the door and started the shower before stripping out of my clothes. I hung my cut off a hook on the back of the door and left everything else in a pile on the floor. Steam started to billow out of the shower stall and I stepped inside, shutting the glass door behind me.
The water pounded my shoulders and back, and I had to admit it felt fucking awesome. I’d been carrying more tension around since I hadn’t been able to jack off or get laid. I eyed my cock, still hard and upright, and hoped it really did still work. Using the shower gel in the corner, I soaped my hands, then grabbed my dick and gave it a tug. I’d pay for it soon when it felt like my hands were on fire and hurt like hell, but it would be worth it. A groan spilled out of me at how damn good it felt. I gripped a little harder and twisted my hand on the downstroke.
I leaned back against the shower wall, spread my legs a little, and used my free hand to cup my balls, rolling them a little on the next stroke of my cock. It wasn’t long before my hand was flying up and down my shaft, and I could feel my orgasm getting closer. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I came, cum coating the glass of the shower door.
My heart hammered in my chest and as I tried to catch my breath, my gaze lifted and I froze. The pretty Latina I’d left in my bed was now in my bathroom with her jaw practically on the floor as she gaped at me. Shit. Even worse, just seeing her there was enough to make me hard again. Her gaze drifted to the cum splattered on the shower door and her jaw snapped shut. She looked up at me again, but there wasn’t fear in her eyes. No, it was worse -- curiosity. I was wishing I had one of those frosted-glass doors instead of one you could clearly see through.
“I didn’t think you’d be awake anytime soon,” I said.
She just stared, not moving, not talking. She barely even blinked.
I gripped the shower head, detached it from the holder, and rinsed the shower door. Locking it back into place, I debated washing off or just getting out. The gorgeous woman was still watching me, and I had to wonder if she was frozen in place or if she just liked the view. Maybe it made me an asshole, but I shampooed my hair and washed my beard, letting her look her fill. After I rinsed, she was not only still there, but she’d inched a little closer.
Part of me wanted to extend an invitation, but even I knew that was a dick move. She’d been drugged, and whatever she’d been dosed with could be making her act this way. I grabbed the shower gel and started to wash, trying not to linger anywhere for long, even though my cock was throbbing. I felt it twitch, but I didn’t dare try to rub another one out, not with her in the room.
“Elena.”
She focused on me and licked her lips. Jesus. That one small move was enough to make me picture her on her knees, my cock in her mouth.
“You’re not making this easy. I’m trying to be a good guy and do the right thing. Do you even know where you are?” I asked, rinsing the soap from my body.
“Devil’s Fury,” she said. “And you’re… Outlaw?”
I nodded. It seemed she’d been alert enough to at least pick up my name. “So you weren’t completely out of it when I brought you here.”
“I feel fine,” she said. Her gaze scanned me again, lingering a little too long on a certain part that would like to get intimately acquainted with her. “Maybe a little fuzzy headed, and I ache in places I shouldn’t, but that’s it. Not like before when I couldn’t stand or grip anything. Everything was spinning.”
She ached in places… Shit. My gaze scanned her and I noticed her nipples were poking through her dress, and it made me wonder if her panties were wet. It seemed my shower was turning her on, as much as I was getting hot knowing that she was watching. I’d never been an exhibitionist before, always taking my women off the clubhouse main floor and into a private room, but the way she devoured me with her gaze, I’d happily take her in a room full of strangers.
“Darlin’, I need to get out of this shower and I’m not sure you want me doing that while you’re in the bathroom. There’s a difference in seeing me naked through the damn glass and me being right there in front of you.”
Her gaze caressed what she could see of me, and fuck me if she didn’t lick her lips again. It was almost like she wondered how I’d taste. Maybe she fucking knew I was wondering if her pussy was nice and sweet or sharp and tangy. “I’ve never seen a naked man before.”
Christ! And now I was hard as a fucking steel post. A virgin? I’d known she was too good for this place, but shit. I smacked the back of my head against the shower wall, trying to knock some sense into myself. It was so fucking tempting to step out and see what she’d do.
“Elena, I have more control than most men, or I usually do, but you’re proving to be one hell of a temptation.”
She took another step toward the shower. “Does that hurt?”
“What?” I asked.
Her gaze dropped to my cock. “When it’s hard like that, does it hurt?”
Fuck me.
“Is it comfortable? Not exactly. And if I stay hard without any relief, then yeah, I guess you could say it hurts, just not like… it’s not the same type of pain you’d feel with an injury or anything. More of an intense discomfort, unless I’m wearing pants, then it can fucking hurt after a while. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t have a dick.”
This had to be the weirdest moment of my life. My cock kept jerking in time with my heartbeat, and a woman who had never seen a naked man kept staring at me, and asking questions. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all. I shut off the water and decided to see if she’d flee when I opened the shower door. If I’d put the damn towel closer, then I could have reached out and snatched it without having to leave the shower all the way.
I pushed open the shower door and stepped out onto the mat. Elena didn’t back up, she didn’t scream. If anything, she swayed toward me, like she might come closer. I knew it had to be the drugs she’d consumed. Snatching the towel off the counter, I briskly dried myself, then wrapped it around my waist and brushed past her to get into the bedroom. Yanking open the dresser drawer, I pulled out a pair of underwear and stepped into them. Once they were in place, I used the towel to dry the stray water droplets from my chest and back. I wasn’t a prude or embarrassed over being naked, but it was a little strange having her stare at me like that. Normally if a woman was eyeing me, it meant we were about to fuck. Or it had in the past, when my dick had worked.
“Can you tell me more about how the drug made you feel?” I asked. I needed to get her mind off my cock, and mine too for that matter. And if we could find out more, then maybe we’d have a shot at figuring out what it was. It was obviously being administered through the drinks, but that didn’t narrow it down much. So far, none of the woman had remembered anything except feeling drunk. Something told me Elena had never been drunk before, which meant her description might help a bit more.