Chapter 10 #2
“Tip your head back, Wildfire.” King’s voice takes on that deeper, quieter note, and Katherine shivers in my grasp.
She does as he asks, the water showering down, soaking her hair.
My hand falls to my side, and I take a step back, enjoying the show.
Her skin is hot pink from the heat, and King smoothes his hands over her dark gold tresses, then slides down over her belly.
Gabe reaches over his head and grabs a bottle, offering it to King.
He flips the lid and drizzles shampoo over Katherine’s hair, filling the shower with a zesty, fresh scent.
I roll my shoulders beneath the hot spray, washing away the day’s worries.
Katie Bird holds my gaze, willing me to watch.
Her hands glide over her body like the hands of a lover.
Smooth, intimate strokes, pausing to cup her breasts, lifting them to me.
My groan bounces off the tile, and my cock demands attention, but I ignore it for the moment, preferring the anticipation.
I reach over Gabe’s head for his fancy-ass bar of soap and lather it between my hands.
Katherine says the mantra of the summer is getting out of our own way, but I think it’s making room for each other. Room, time, and space in our lives and in our hearts. Letting go of the old burdens that held us back and welcoming each other with open arms. Support. Love. Laughter.
Gabe’s eyes follow my hands. His clench and release against his thighs, ignoring the rock-hard dick pointing at the ceiling.
While I don’t know exactly what I’m doing where he’s concerned, and I’m not entirely sure where my limits are, I know one thing for sure. I love feeling his gaze on me like this. Open, honest appreciation that he doesn’t have to hide and I don’t have to ignore.
“You done with that?” King asks, glancing at the bar that’s running a figure-eight over my chest, cleaning the same spots over and over.
I hand it over and step in close. Katherine seems to know exactly what I want.
Her hot little body pressed against mine.
The lather eases the way, the perfect slick between her breasts and my abs.
She shimmies back and forth, rubbing herself against me like a cat in heat.
Treating my cock to a soap, sloshy massage.
Fuck, this is amazing. So much beauty in one small space.
Crowding in behind her, King washes her backside. He must hit a ticklish spot because she gasps, whirling in my arms, and then pulls him in for a long, tongue-tangling kiss. I steal the soap from him and glide it down the back of her right thigh.
Her throaty moan is music to my ears. Getting down on one knee, I wash, rinse, and lean in for a bite. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gabe’s hand moving up and down on his cock in long, lazy strokes. He’s right, of course. Her ass is perfection.
Dropping the soap, I pull her hips back and spread her thighs.
“Alex—” My name is a shaky sigh on her lips.
King steps back, supporting her as I eat her out from behind. Her juices slick the inside of her thighs, coating every bit of her pretty pussy. It’s so flushed and pink.
“Is she wet?” Gabe asks.
“She’s dripping for us,” I tell them.
“Of course she is. Wildfire needs this, don’t you, babe?”
A fresh wave of heat that has nothing to do with the water raining down over my shoulders pours through my veins. Piping hot lava mixed with overwhelming desire. It makes me unsteady and a little lightheaded.
Her pussy clenches around my tongue, so needy. I suck on her clit until her cries bounce off the marble.
“So close,” she pants. “Please—”
I massage her thighs until she quivers.
“Don’t let her come yet,” King instructs.
Our beauty has something to say about that, but it comes out as a sassy, unintelligible growl. Gabe chuckles and stands, stepping to her side. Up the length of her, I see him bend down and claim her lips.
I now have first-hand experience of those lips. He kisses like he approaches everything in life: wild, unapologetic, and full of energy and determination. Watching him kiss her now takes me right back to the foyer when he melted against the door, welcomed me with open arms and an open heart.
How does he do it? Keep trying? Opening his heart up to the pain?
But we’re not worrying about that right now.
I’m not worrying about anything when I have this delicious peach in my face. I stretch my tongue, lapping up all the cream she’s made for me. She chases the tip, needing just a little more stimulation. But whatever King has planned, I’m on board.
“Come here, Wildfire,” his voice beckons from my left.
Sitting back, I see him perched on the bench, palming the head of his cock. Beauty purrs, pulling back from her kiss. Gabe helps her into King’s lap, and I take pride in the fact that she’s weak-kneed.
The golden god of a man curls around her, all sun-kissed muscles, perfect features and charismatic smile.
“Mine,” he says into her throat as he thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into her slickness.
I’m not even jealous of the way he’s claiming her. In fact, it makes my cock leak as I watch her roll her hips, taking his erection so deep.
I get it. He wanted her for so long, wouldn’t let himself have her. They’ve had so much time and distance between them. For whatever reason. This new reality probably doesn’t feel real to him yet. I wonder how long it’ll take for me to settle into this new facet with Gabe.
“Mine,” Katherine echoes.
She has so much love to give. It’s a fucking miracle. Watching her open her heart to the three of us continues to crack me wide open.
Glancing up at Gabe, I see that while I’ve been watching them, he’s been watching me. So steady and patient. That’s new.
I kind of love it.
He reaches out a hand to pull me up. The instant I’m on my feet, his patience washes down the drain.
Stretching up the few inches that separate us, he sinks his fingers into my hair and brushes his lips across mine.
But this isn’t a chaste kiss. He tugs on my hair until a bite of pain zings down my spine. Then he nips my lower lip.
I love the roughness. “Damn, that feels good.”
He murmurs his agreement. Keeps on making sounds of agreement and bliss as I let my hands coast down his chest, around his waist, over his hips. His fingers glide down my pecs, trace the grooves of my abs, and I pull back, holding my breath. He stares into my eyes, a question in his.
“Touch me, Gabe. Teach me.”
He bites his lower lip as one hand flattens against my skin. My muscles tighten beneath his touch, willing him on. Time slows as his hand slides lower. Fingertips brushing the dark curls above my dick.
Hot fingers wrap around my aching cock, and I groan, chin dropping to my chest. Finally. His grip is so strong. So much like my own. And different.
“Fuck, I love this. I love you.” King’s outburst echoes the thoughts in my head.
Smirking, Gabe works me, water easing the way. “Can I wash you?”
I nod, not sure I can form words because at the moment I’m trying to convince my dick that I’m not in fact ready to blow from a single touch and a searing look from my best friend.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
“What’d I do?” Katie Bird asks, breathless as she bounces on King’s dick.
“Please,” I say to Gabe.
He finds the soap, and I promptly lose my mind.
Or what’s left of it. He starts at my shoulders, and I lift my arms. Oh hell, this is the sweetest kind of torture.
King and Katherine fucking like they haven’t seen each other in months, with a soundtrack to match, and Gabe taking his leisurely time exploring my body.
His fingertips pause to examine every scar. Each dip and groove.
“Don’t let her come,” I tell King.
Devilish green eyes meet mine, and he grins, quickly drops a kiss to her lips and then picks up the pace again. I love that he doesn’t let her do all the work. No, he’s an active participant, using those thigh muscles he’s worked so hard for.
“Hear that, Wildfire? Alex has plans for your pretty pussy. I bet he won’t mind if I get you a little messy first.”
I find I don’t mind a lot of things where they’re concerned.
She whimpers again.
“Fill her up, King,” I say. “It’ll just make it easier to slide into that tight little cunt.”
His eyes flash. Oh, he likes that. I’d forgotten how much he gets off on dirty talk, and the perverse side of me likes to watch him squirm.
“Maybe Gabe’ll join me,” I murmur.
The bar of soap leaps out of Gabe’s hand.