He opened the screen door. "Doll?"
She raised her head, making her back arch. He cocked his brow. The hell with a hundred other things to do. He only wanted to do one thing.
"Come here," he said.
She pushed to her feet and brushed her hands together as she walked to the door. "What do you need?"
Stopping in front of him, she raised to her toes and aimed her puckered lips his way. He kissed her quickly. "You. Upstairs. Now."
She dropped to the heels of her bare feet. "I need a shower."
"The shower is good." He pulled her into the house and slapped her ass to get her moving in the right direction.
"Where is everyone?" She looked around as she walked.
"Out."
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Really? We're alone?"
He grabbed her hips and navigated her up the stairs. "Don't stop."
She laughed. He directed her into the bathroom.
"Strip." He moved to the walk-in shower and turned on the water.
She locked the door, even though nobody was home. He'd grown up in a house where none of them worried about seeing someone's bare ass. Having her here changed things for all of them. Little by little, she made them all more aware of how she wanted treated. And, he was determined to make everyone treat her like a lady.
The only time she wasn't treated with a good dose of manners was in bed—or in this case, the shower. He flung off his shirt and pushed his jeans to the floor. Backing Timber into the stream of water, he rubbed his chest against her breasts and captured her mouth.
Her soft hands landed on his hips, and she pulled him toward her with a jerk. He growled, loving when she took what she wanted.
He leaned down and opened his mouth, going for her hardened nipple. She grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled him up.
"Soap." She arched her brow, feeding off her bossiness.
He grabbed the liquid soap that was only hers and not to be used by anyone with the last name Muel. Not that they would use her soap that filled the bathroom up with the scent of sunshine and apples every time she showered.
She looked around him for a washcloth. In his hurry, he'd forgotten there was more to coming in here than sex. He reached out of the shower and into the cabinet, knocking a few towels to the ground, but he captured a small square cloth and handed it to her.
Amusement lit her eyes, and she soaped up the washcloth and rubbed the soap over her arm. His cock hardened, anticipating the moment she reached her breasts and put bubbles all over her skin.
She had a unique way of washing herself. The cloth went everywhere as she added more and more soap until bubbles ran down her body. She took her time, getting every square inch as if she waxed a car to a shine.
He fisted his dick and stood back against the wall to watch her. She paused, and her gaze warmed, looking at his hand. Unable to deny himself, he stroked the length of his cock.
"Do you know how sexy you are?" She rinsed off the washcloth and tossed it out of the shower.
"Not me, doll. It's you who looks fucking fantastic." His low voice echoed in the shower stall. "You're squeaky clean. I want to see you use the showerhead."
Fuck, he loved his life.
Timber, knowing she teased him, started at her neck and sprayed her shoulders and each arm before slowly moving to her breasts. She arched her back, never taking her gaze off him. His fingers tightened, and his strokes got shorter, harder, faster.
"Widen your legs." He gazed downward. "Spray the water over your pussy."
She turned the handle upside down and lowered her arm. Water splashed off her, landing on his legs.
Her gaze flickered as the jet stream caressed her. His ball sac constricted, squeezing down on him.
Caught in the pleasure of the water, Timber's gaze locked on him. He took the showerhead out of her hand and hung it back up.
"Make love to me. Here. Right now." She tilted her head. "I want you inside of me."
Lifting her leg to the bench, Romeo stepped between her legs and slid into her warm heat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and knotted her fingers in his hair. Holding her ass in both hands, he set the pace. Slow, steady, and comforting.
His toes pressed into the tile underneath him. Undulating his pelvis, he watched his cock slide in and out of her wet pussy.
Timber's breath whooshed out with each thrust. He clenched his ass, plunging harder.
Her inner thighs caressed his hips with each stroke. He brought up his right hand and cupped her breast, finding the nipple with his thumb and index finger.
Her head fell back, and she gazed into Romeo's eyes. Her pleasure stared back at him.
"Doll." He squeezed her ass. "Take it."
Last week, he'd stopped using a condom. She was protected, and he was clean. There was no reason to hold back with each other.
She closed her eyes, letting the pulsating muscles explode and sweet release wash over them both. "Oh, God."
Romeo thrust one last time and let go. Jack rabbiting every drop out of him, he held her tightly against his chest. Her arms slithered down and hung at her sides. He slid her leg off the bench and held on to her as his cock slipped out, and she found her bearings.
A quiver went through her. He tilted her chin and kissed her deeply, knowing he'd have her again if he had a half hour and his brothers stayed away.
He stepped back, letting the water cascade over Timber.
Grabbing another washcloth, he passed it to her. She stood under the stream, uninterested in washing his come from her pussy. He grinned, stepping in front of her. While she caught her breath, he quickly washed his hair, beard, and body.
Once done, he moved to the side. "Better hurry. You'll lose the hot water."
She took his place under the showerhead. "I feel like a noodle."
"Nope." He rubbed her backside. "You don't feel like a noodle at all."
"Will you always like touching me?"
"For the rest of my life."
She smiled, aiming her face toward the stream of water. He stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying off quickly. Once he was done, he grabbed another towel and held it out, letting her walk into the warmth.
"Mm." She kissed him. "I have no desire to go back outside and work in the yard."
"Stay inside with me." The tension returned, and he walked naked out into the hallway.
He'd given her time to adjust to her mom leaving. But now he needed to deal with Dice. Timber had a right to know.
"Why don't you get some jeans on, and I'll take you for a ride." He found a clean shirt in the dresser and slipped it over his head. "It's early. We can ride over to the falls and find a spot without any people."
She lifted her leg and stepped into a pair of black panties. "I'd love that, but are you sure you want to skip out on dinner? It's Sander's turn."
Everyone showed up when Sander's cooked. Out of all of them, he was the best in the kitchen.
"We need to have a serious talk, doll." He stepped over in front of her, caught her gaze, and nodded, making her understand. "Tonight."
She bit her lip and looked away. She'd avoided any topic of her mom and dad lately. He kept from pushing her to talk about them because he wanted to see her happy—and she was. For the first time in her life, she was thriving.