Chapter Twenty-Five – Torin
My cock is throbbing, in a good way. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked .
. . since I’ve cared this much about how the other person felt in my hands.
But with Fawn, it’s different; she’s incredible, trusting in a way that hits somewhere deep in my chest. I loved making her orgasm.
Her pussy tasted amazing. When she arches her back, she has the cutest little dimples.
Fuck! Her body is . . . Damn. I’m addicted and craving more.
Just thinking about it nearly gets me hard again.
Calm down, Torin. She’s literally too fucked out to do anything at the moment.
“I’m finished,” she mumbles. I turn around, and she stands from the toilet, and — wow. She looks so frail, like she’s made of glass. She has that afterglow, her cheeks rosy, her lips plump and inviting, and her hair looks like it got blown back by the kiss of a good storm. A good fucking storm.
We did that.
Me and Dylan.
I bridge the space between us. She’s damp with sweat and . . . other things.
“Let’s get you cleaned up properly,” I whisper, and she looks at me, her eyes heavy and dreamy, as if sleep is tugging at her from behind her lids.
My hand finds her forearm and I steer her toward the shower. My other hand reaches for the handle, and the pipes creak ever so slightly until steam fills the bathroom.
She reaches for the flannel, her hands shaking a little as she tries to deal with the final buttons.
“Need a hand?” I ask.
She looks up at me with this small, slumbering smile.
Fuck it, the shirt’s old. With a low growl, I grip the front and rip it open, buttons pinging off the tile walls.
Her gasp is sharp, and her beautiful tits jiggle freely with the motion.
They are so fucking full, so round and perfect, the nipples a pale, flushed pink, like little rose buds.
Just looking at them again makes my mouth water.
I tilt my head and take one of her nipples between my lips, kissing and sucking gently while relishing her little gasps. I give the same treatment to the other nipple.
“Torin, wait.”
I lift my head instantly. “What is it, Fawn?”
She won’t look me in the eyes. “Can we . . . can we turn off the light? Please.”
There it is. Her inner demon, the one that hides her body. I understand it, though, the way her eyes avoid her stomach, the way she flinched when the shirt opened.
“Of course,” I say, reaching out, flipping the switch so the light goes off. “Better?”
“Thank you,” she replies.
“I need you to know one of these days, we’re going to show you just how beautiful you are, you’ll finally understand how we see you, and you’ll love it when the light is on.”
She lets out an exhale. “Maybe one day.”
I can make her out in the shadows, illuminated by the moonlight that shines through the window. I’ll do anything to make her comfortable. “You don’t mind if I join you, right?”
Another nod, more definite this time.
Unhurriedly, I lead her under the spray, and the hot water shocks my ultra-sensitive skin in a pleasant way. It pours down on top of us, washing away the evidence of our dirty lust, dripping from my hair and down the curves of her body. She reaches for the soap.
“Let me,” I whisper over the rush of water.
I lather my hands nicely and begin at her shoulders, moving in slow, circular motions over her beautiful skin. She shudders at my touch, a small, rustling gasp escaping her lips. Even this nonsexual touch makes her sing for me.
As I make my way down her arms and back, my hands wander over the sides of her full tits, tracing the ridges of them, feeling their weight.
I kneel behind her and wash the small of her back and the curve of her hips.
Then, kissing the wet area between her shoulder blades, I savor the taste of clean water and the hint of sweat.
“Fawn, you don’t understand—” I murmur into her wet skin, my lips moving against her. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you sitting at that ice rink. When we locked eyes, you looked so . . . so fucking beautiful.”
Gently, I turn her face toward me, and she looks at me while the spray hits us.
Water runs through her hair, slicking it and running down her face.
“I care about you, Fawn. I fucking . . .” I stutter like an idiot.
“I really like you. All of you. The way you bite your lip when you’re nervous.
The little sound you make right before you come. ”
Though she looks like she could doze off at any minute, she manages to speak.
“I really like you too. I didn’t mean to, but you and Dylan have awakened things in me I’ve never felt before.
You’ve been there for me. You make me feel seen.
I’m not used to feeling wanted.” I watch something shift behind her eyes.
“What if I’m just temporary? Truthfully, I’m terrified. ”
The way she says temporary and terrified . . .
My fingers slip under her chin, and I turn her head to get her attention — not because I need the eyes on me, but because she deserves to be seen and not avoided.
“Hey, you don’t have to be terrified. Not with us, and you’re certainly not a temporary thing. How could we let you go now?” I say, trying to keep my voice steady for her. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?”
“One step at a time,” she repeats.
“There’s no need for us to rush.”
Her throat is moving as she swallows hard. Water from the shower trails down her face, but despite that, I can tell her eyes have tears in them.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers.
God. That hits me hard. Like a weight I want to carry for her. Like a promise I’ll make a thousand times if that’s what she needs.
Pulling her into my chest, I allow her to lean if that’s what she needs, near enough that she can feel how my heart beats for her.
“You could drag me through hell, and I still wouldn’t hurt you,” I tell her.
She blinks, her breath shaking. It’s more than fear at this point; I can sense it, this glimmer of belief trying to emerge within her.
“I don’t know how to do this. Any of it,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to know,” I tell her, tracing my thumb along her jaw to keep her anchored. “Just . . . let us show up for you. Let us be what you need. That’s it.”
Her lower lip is shaking. It’s like she’s never seen someone open up like this before.
And in me, something changes, like a lock turning, as something clicks into place that had been waiting for her.
She closes her eyes for a second, and an exhale escapes like she’s been holding it for years.
When she opens them again, she trembles, “Okay.”
One simple word, but fuck, does it sound like trust being born right in front of me.
She tilts her head back just enough to see my face, drops of water clinging to her lashes. “Why me, though?”
Of course, the demon in her head makes her doubt — something we need to work on.
“Because you’re honest. You don’t judge. You’re so much fucking stronger than you think. And because when you look at me like you’re doing right now—”
My voice catches, and I feel like a fool. She studies me, like she’s trying to decide if she’s allowed to believe any of this. Finally, she rests her forehead against me, and I wrap my arms around her.
“You make it really hard not to fall, Fawn,” I admit.
Her face captures the moonlight coming in through the bathroom window, every drop of water shining like she’s a silvery goddess. She raises her head, and I meet her in the middle.
The kiss is warm; she melts into me, and in that moment, I honestly believe the ground will open, and I’ll be solid as long as she is in my arms. We finally pull back, both of us catching our breath. For a second, I let myself memorize the moment.
The silence is broken when we hear Dylan shout from down the hall.
“FUCK! The corner of the sheet keeps popping off! Stay, God damn it!”
The sheer frustration in his tone is funny, and it makes Fawn and me burst into laughter, the kind that’s sudden and bright and pulls us even closer together.
“I can’t leave him to do anything.” I roll my eyes. “Alright, you. Come on. Let’s rescue him and then get you into bed. I need you as fresh as a daisy tomorrow.”
She raises her eyebrows, like she knows she’s going to be fucked again. I step back just enough to look at her fully, and then, playfully, I land a smack on her ass. Her eyes sparkle, and it coaxes a flirtatious smile out of her.
“There she is,” I say, unable to suppress a wolfish grin. “There’s the girl who’s gonna keep me on my fucking toes.”