I gave a quick shake of my head. My brothers are not telling Sasha what I’ve done before I have a chance. I should have fucking told her last night. I should never have….
There is no undoing it now.
“No, it’s all right. There is a conference room on the fourth floor. We’ll wait there.”
I turn, just as I hear my brother say, “And Sasha, you are our family now. If you need anything, you ask. We’re here for you.”
“Thank you, Triston, I…” Sasha pauses and I do too. Though my back is to her, I can hear the vulnerability in her voice. “I know that you were there the night that my father…I…I haven’thad much family, real family, and I really appreciate what you did. I don’t know how to thank you.”
Fuck. Me.
My brother offering his support to my woman, her appreciation, it’s highlighting all the ways that I have fucked this whole thing up.
He’s there for me and for her. Maybe things haven’t been perfect. Maybe some of that has been my fault from the start.
I don’t mean to, but I slam the bathroom door.
“I’ve got to go,” Sasha says into the phone. And then, “Ryker. Is everything all right?”
Like I need another reason to be an asshole. I open the door again. “Fine, baby. Door just slipped.”
“Oh,” she gives me a smile. “In that case, mind company in the shower?”
I should say no. Or I should tell her the truth. But the idea of her skin against mine, of a few more moments of stolen bliss… “You know I want you wherever I am.”
She gives me the sweetest smile, the kind that steals the air from my lungs as she walks toward me, passing me in the doorway on the way to the shower.
I know I can’t take too long, but I can’t get enough of her either. She strips my shirt over her head and then takes off her panties, stepping into the shower to turn on the spray. The clear edgeless glass means I get to watch as the water starts to run in rivulets down her skin.
“Coming?” she says, catching my eye over her shoulder.
“In about two minutes,” I answer, shucking my boxer briefs down my thighs.
I step into the shower, now not caring about my brothers or even showering.
Stepping up behind Sasha, I pull her into my arms, her back coming to my chest as my hands wrap around her torso.
She pushes up on tiptoe so that my cock nestles into her ass crack. It’s all the invitation I need to slip one hand up to swallow her tit in my palm, while the other cups her pussy, my fingers sliding through her folds.
She’s instantly wet, and I squat down so that my cock can slide up into her waiting pussy.
I feel the stretch, and despite my haste, I go slow with the first thrust, opening her up. But once I’m deep inside her, I shift her weight so that I’m holding her in my arms, her legs wrapped around mine.
It leaves me free to fuck her as fast as I want, and I do, using my strength to hold her while I piston into her waiting pussy.
I can feel her building orgasm as she tightens around my cock, one of her hands and shoulders pressing against the shower wall for support.
I know I’m fucking her like a dying man. In some ways, I feel like I am. I have no idea what will happen today.
I know my commitment remains the same. I’m Sasha’s.
But if she’s still mine…my eyes close as she lets out a keening moan. She breaks, her scream of pleasure tipping me over the edge.
I slump against her back, my forehead coming to the cool tile next to hers. “Baby?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, one of her legs unwrapping from mine to rest on the tile floor.
“Anything you need…you know I’ll give it to you.”
