Chapter 1 #2
I looked at the others and knew we were going to take them in. This opportunity was too good to pass up.
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I waited until I heard the click of the bathroom door before carefully extricating myself from Troy and Remy’s sides.
It was no easy feat, considering how cumbersome I felt, but two urgent needs spurred me forward.
I felt like a roly-poly as I shifted to a seated position.
I knew I must have looked comical, crawling backward on all fours as I shifted my weight.
If my guys had witnessed this, I was sure they would have been torn between laughing and admonishing me for not waking up my bookends for the night.
I couldn’t, in good conscience, wake them.
We had all had a long day, and I didn’t see the need to rouse them for a little discomfort on my part.
I froze when Troy grumbled in protest and reached out for me.
As he rolled over, he seemed to be searching for me.
When his hand landed in Remy’s arms, I bit my lip.
When Remy reciprocated the embrace, I couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.
I wished I could take a picture, but I knew the flash on my phone would more than likely wake them.
I barely had time to take a mental snapshot when one of my babies decided to make their presence known, pressing against my bladder once again.
I crossed my legs and awkwardly rushed toward the bathroom.
I was thankful the toilet was in a separate room from the actual bathroom, especially since I wanted to see if I could convince Jace to give me a little love before going back to sleep.
I realized my bodily functions should be one of the least embarrassing things in my relationship, but they weren’t.
It was something the guys still teased me about.
I didn’t like using the bathroom in front of them.
I didn’t mind if they walked in on me while I was brushing my teeth, taking a shower, or washing my face, and needed to pee, but I just couldn’t do it.
I quickly did my business and washed my hands in the sink outside the bathroom.
Then I grabbed the bathroom handle and twisted it, smiling when I realized Jace hadn’t bothered to lock the door.
After using my gifts tonight, I was super horny, but none of the guys would give me a quickie.
They all insisted I needed to eat and rest. Well, I took a mini nap and ate, so now they had no more excuses.
I hated when Jace volunteered to brief Kurt and a few of our other allies from the other communities, but I recognized it was his job.
He was being groomed to take his father’s place one day.
If I didn’t know it was something he wanted to do, I would protest, but I couldn’t.
The only thing I could do was support him, even when I selfishly wanted him to take care of himself at times.
At first, I didn’t understand the rush to get the ball rolling.
Horatio had been a thorn in our side for nearly a year.
What was one extra day? Then I realized we had a narrow window to secure some of the people on our hot list. The sooner we could discuss which teams would detain Horatio’s top minions, the faster we could tighten the noose around his neck.
When I opened the door, I was pleased to see Jace hadn’t noticed my presence. I had a feeling he would deny me and tell me to get back to bed. I had to use my womanly wiles on him, and in order to do that, I had to be naked.
The frosted glass did little to hide his perfectly naked form.
He may have been slim, and his clothes barely hinted at what lay beneath, but there was no denying his near perfection in the buff.
He was all sinewy, with hard lines and angles.
Save his butt. He had that perfect, high, taut ass, complete with those yummy dimples above his delectable cheeks.
Sometimes I wanted to bite them. Was that weird? Shrug. I’ll embrace that “weird.”
Jace’s husky voice cut through my musings. “You know, I can feel your desire from here.”
For a second, I felt chagrined, but then I shook it off.
I had seven very sexy men, and I shouldn’t feel any shame when I was caught ogling or desiring them.
I couldn’t help it if my libido was off the charts.
Plus, shouldn’t they take some blame, considering they were the ones who made me this way?
Two of the seven had implanted their children in me, and if they didn’t want me constantly wanting to jump their bones, maybe they shouldn’t look like such tasty snacks. Scratch that, they were whole meals.
I smirked, dropping my last article of clothing. “And?”
I stepped into the shower, then hissed in protest at the temperature of the water.
It was too cool for my liking. Give me boiling, skin-off temps, and I was perfectly content.
All of them complained when they joined me in the shower.
I had even tussled with a few of them when they assumed they could turn the water cooler.
I reminded them if they wanted to whine and complain, they could wait until I was done.
None of them had yet. And somehow, I doubt they ever would.
Jace chuckled and turned up the temperature of the water. It still wasn’t melt-my-skin-off hot, but it was a remarkable improvement. I sighed in contentment at the immediate relief.
“And it’s two thirty in the morning,” he teased.
I pretended to pout before taking the washcloth from his hands.
I ran it over his chest and bicep. The suds seemed to disappear a lot faster than I would have liked, so I reached over to squirt more of his body wash onto it.
We had forgotten our loofahs and sponges, so we had to make do with the hotel’s washcloths.
I didn’t mind, but Noah and Troy threw a little pity party when I refused to let them wake Micah to get their “special” loofahs.
Micah still seemed to be reeling from his discovery, and I knew it had taken Kade some time to convince him he needed to get some sleep.
They had had a long day, and both of them wanted to be ready for the upcoming missions.
To be eligible to participate, they had to stay on top of their grades and would likely need to complete some tests and assignments earlier than anticipated.
I dropped down to my knees and inwardly smiled. Despite his verbal protest, the physical evidence of his arousal told me a different story. With the right incentive, I was sure I could get him around to my way of thinking.
“I took a nap,” I informed him. “Are you saying you’re too tired?”
I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the length of him. I didn’t linger long but proceeded to wash his legs, intentionally taking my time over his long, muscular limbs, occasionally licking him. By the ninth or tenth stroke, I heard him hiss out my name.
“Are you going to continue to tease me or are you going to jump up on this?” he darkly inquired, giving a hard, rough tug on his cock.
“It’s two thirty in the morning,” I coyly reminded him.
Jace nearly growled. “Is that so?”
Before I could respond, he reached out of the shower and grabbed a towel. My brows knit in confusion as he rolled it up and threw it on the shower floor.
“Kneel on that,” he instructed, moments before kneeling in front of me and capturing my lips with his.
He grasped my face and plundered my lips.
I eagerly met his tongue with my own and gasped when he began to play with my nipples.
They were super sensitive and immediately made me even wetter than I had already been.
I greedily reached out to grasp him in my fist. He made a sound somewhere between a choke and a protestation before wiggling his hips out of my grasp.
“Patience,” Jace admonished, reaching down between my legs. He made a humming noise of satisfaction when he felt how wet I was for him. “All good things come to those who wait,” he muttered, before trailing his lips down my throat.
“I’ve always found that statement not to be true in all cases,” I moaned as his mouth closed around my nipples.
My body was thoroughly enjoying his ministrations, while my mind tried to think of situations when waiting didn’t lead to good things. Unfortunately, his attention on me made all inconsequential thoughts difficult to reach.
“A pap smear,” I sighed as he switched breasts and began to play with my clit.
“I can wait in a waiting room for over an hour, but getting a pap smear is never pleasant. Or when you’re super hungry, and your food finally comes, only to find it undercooked or worse, beyond edible.
How about—” My words were cut off by his mouth.
“Beautiful,” he laughed against my lips. “Let’s not talk about pap smears when I want to do my own exam with a different part of your body.”
“Then do it already,” I nearly whined as he flicked my clit just so.
He darkly chuckled before grasping my hips. “Turn around.”
I eagerly shuffled so my back was against his front.
I felt like a cat in heat as I lifted my hips higher, giving him better access.
Suddenly, I was thankful for the spacious shower as he ran one broad hand down my spine, pressing my chest toward the ground.
He wrapped his hands through my hair and wound it around his fist, just as I felt his cock at my entrance.
I moaned in relief when he glided into me. My moan turned into a groan at his slow, excruciating pace. He slowly withdrew and entered the same way again. He repeated this several times before I realized he intended to keep that leisurely rhythm.
“Please, Jace. I need more.” I valiantly attempted to push back onto him.