I do a double take, but of course he can’t really wash himself with one arm. Do I want to start anything in the shower with him? Am I finally getting a bit of action? Hell yeah, I am.
I hurry after Holden, following him into his bathroom where he’s already got the water running. He’s struggling to wrestle down his sweats and boxer briefs one-handed, so what does a good samaritan like myself do? I take pity on him and drop to my knees, pulling them down his legs until they pool on the floor at his feet. His long, gorgeous cock juts out, now at eye level with me, and I swear, when the piercing in the end catches the light, my mouth practically starts to water. Looking up, the heat in his eyes is combustible. There’s no way this isn’t happening. I lean forward and run my tongue along the underside of his thick length from base to tip, and a deep groan rumbles from his chest, his good hand resting on top of my head with just a little bit more pressure.
“Fuck, Harlow,” he moans as I pull back.
“How much time did Thomas say we had?” I tease, grinning at him.
“Screw Tom,” he mutters, trying to pull my head back to his dick, but I stand up instead.
“No,” he complains, looking devastated, but I just smirk.
“How about we take this into the shower, so we can kill two birds with one stone?” That gets a more enthusiastic reaction, his eyes lighting up and his cock bobbing in anticipation.
“God, I love how you think.” We remove the sling before I carefully help him peel off his wife beater, my eyes drawn to the piercing glinting in his nipple. When I get my hormones under control for about two seconds, which at this point is quite the achievement, I help him put the sling back on, but then something occurs to me.
“What about that?” I ask, pointing to it, and he shrugs as he steps into the shower.
“I’ve got another. I’ll change it when we get out. I have to keep it on until I see the doctor and PT today.”
I shuck off my pajama shorts and the tank I was wearing and suddenly realize this is the first time I’ve been naked in front of Holden. His eyes practically devour me as they run the length of my body, and I can see his breathing increase. If his eyes linger for a moment on that Oli merman, well, it doesn’t bother me.
“God, you're gorgeous,” he rasps as I step into the large shower, pulling the door behind me. His hand goes to my hip, and our lips meet in a clash of passion, his cock hard against my stomach as our bodies press together. The warm water beats down over the top of us. Conscious of how little time we have, I pull away and drop to my knees again. I take his length with my hand and lower my mouth to the flared head, flicking my tongue over the piercing in the end to draw another groan from his mouth. The small slit in the end starts to leak fluid, the taste salty and sharp as I lap at it before my mouth engulfs the fat end, hollowing my cheeks and sucking. His hips flex forward, sending him deeper, and he moans again, his hands gripping my hair to the point of being tight but not painful. His arousal throbs under my hand as I continue slow and steady motions, sliding my mouth up and down his engorged flesh.
“Fuck, Harlow,” he mutters as I speed up my movements. “I’m going to come.”
Using my spare hand, I roll his balls as they tighten up with his impending orgasm. He tries to pull me away, but I shake my head, and his leg muscles lock up as cum floods my mouth. Finally, he holds still, a long groan echoing through the bathroom as I swallow him down.
Holden tries to help me up, but I wave him away. He won't be much help with his arm in a sling anyway. I slowly make my way to my feet, washing the cum down with a swallow of water from the shower. He kisses me hard on the mouth before trying to drop to his own feet, but I stop him with a shake of my head.
“Another time, we have to get ready. Thomas will be waiting for us,” I tell him, and he agrees reluctantly.
“Fine, but I’m holding you to that.” He kisses me hard again before reaching for the soap.
Chapter Eight
Harlow
After I help Holden wash, dry, and replace his wet sling with a new one, I’m about to help him with his clothes when Thomas knocks on the door.
“Hey, I told you half an hour. What’s taking so long?” he asks as he walks into the room, stopping suddenly when he finds a naked Holden and me wearing only a towel.
“Oh hey, great. Can you help Holden with his clothes? I’ll just run and get dressed.” I quickly escape, not even contemplating answering the question of why we took so long. Snickering, I picture Thomas helping Holden into his briefs. God, do I have time to sneak back with my phone and take a picture?
Deciding there’s probably not enough time, I run to my room and straight into the closet to search through the dresses. Thankfully, there’s one that is more suitable for the office than all of the rest, a maxi-style dress with capped sleeves and a lowish neckline that won’t have everyone staring at my cleavage. The top half molds to my body, but the skirt flares out from my waist to the floor.
Not bothering with a bra due to the built-in shelf of the dress, I quickly pull it over my head, then tug on a pair of underwear. A denim jacket and a pair of sandals complete the outfit for now. There’s no time to dry my hair, so I give it a quick brush before twisting it into a bun and pinning it to the back of my head. A quick coat of mascara on the lashes, a dash of lip gloss, and I’m ready.
Grabbing my trusty backpack, I hurry downstairs. As I pass Holden’s room, there’s no sound of the guys, so I guess they’re already downstairs. How could they have beaten me? Thomas must have slam dunked Holden into his clothes. I chuckle at the mental image of that as I run down to the living area to grab my laptop and shove it in my backpack before racing to the garage.
Thomas and Holden are sitting in the same SUV that he’d had at the airport the other day. Oliver had told me during the week that it was bulletproof, along with some other special modifications. I quickly climb into the backseat, and before I even have my seatbelt on, Thomas is driving out of the garage and down the driveway.
“Wow, you guys were quick.”
“Well, you were a little longer than the thirty minutes I told you,” Thomas grumbles, avoiding my eyes in the rearview mirror.
I smile, remembering why we were longer than the allotted time.Absolutely zero regrets about that one.
“Trust me, bro, you would have taken longer too if you had a sexy, wet woman at your feet.” My eyes widen, and I can feel my cheeks turning a little pink at Holden's words. Is this a normal thing for brothers to be so open about? I mean, it’s not like Kai and Jaxon seemed to hide much from each other, but they’ve both been up close and personal with my vagina. I guess Thomas’ possible brother-husband status, or whatever the fuck you call it, makes Holden feel a little less shy about being open with him. Not that I’m thinking about marrying them, I’m just super happy with getting to know them. If that leads to me being sexed up, that’s enough of a bonus for now.
