It's near impossible to focus on anything else other than each other’s bodies as we stand under the spray of the shower.
Conall’s touch is both gentle and teasing as he runs his soapy hands over my body. I know that I was well and truly clean ten passes ago but I don’t stop him.
Because while he is teasing me, I am returning the favor.
I have become well and truly acquainted with the hard planes of his chest and biceps. If he wasn’t covered in soap, I would have traced him with my tongue.
At least it gives me something to wait for the next time we do this, because there will be a next time. One time with Conall like this just isn’t enough.
I need more.
Maybe next time I will have enough courage to work up to more with him. Although the thought of him putting that cock anywhere near me is terrifying. Especially after all of these years.
My body is desperate for it though. Even after two orgasms, I’m still desperate for more.
I would never tell Conall that. The man would be way too pleased with just how much he is able to wring out of my body.
Eventually, we stop teasing each other and rinse our bodies off. Cal gets out first and hands me a towel.
We smile like teenagers at one another as he follows me into my bedroom. Dropping my towel to the floor, I put an extra swing into my step as I walk to my dresser. Cal groans, the sound only heightening as I bend at the waist.
“You are a tease, Little Devil.”
I chuckle as I sift through my draws. Remembering that Cal doesn’t have anything clean to change into, I find my biggest pair of sweats and throw them to him.
“I know that they will probably be way too tight on you but they should do until I can get your clothes washed and dried.”
Cal just shrugs his shoulders and drops his towel as he pulls the sweats on.
What would normally swim on me is ridiculously tight on Cal’s much bigger body. I may have curves but it is nothing on the sheer size of the Alpha.
I am both slightly turned on and almost unable to hold back a laugh at the indecency of Cal’s cock print.
No amount of adjusting fixes the issue and eventually he gives up right at the same time I burst out laughing.
His head shoots up at me and he hits me with a puzzled look that only makes me laugh even more. Finding my phone where I discarded it on my dresser, I quickly open the camera and snap a picture.
Cal’s face turns from questioning to mischievous as he takes a menacing step towards me.
“My nickname is right for you. You are a little devil.”
I go to run but Cal quickly catches me in his arms, lifting and spinning me as we both laugh.
We collapse on the bed in a heap, both still chuckling.
I sigh as I sink into Cal’s arms. He positions me so I am half laying on him. Bringing a hand up, I trace my fingers over his chest drawing shapes in his skin causing the flesh to pebble yet again.
It’s becoming dangerously addicting eliciting this kind of response from him.
Everything that seems to involve this Alpha is becoming addicting.
I want more. I want to know more about this man. Who he is at his core. How he likes his coffee in the mornings. What role he takes in the Syndicate.
It wasn’t overly surprising to find out that not only is Conall a part of the mafia, but also Olis and Vic are.
The way that Vic dresses takes a lot of the guessing away. He looks the part of a Mafia Don.
The idea of these men doing something so illegal and frowned upon by society seems to be even more of a turn on.
