That thought plagued me all night until I stumbled out of bed the next morning, and they proved just how much it wasn’t too much.
Just thinking about spying on them, now, days later, got me hot and bothered, but not as much as I did remembering what they’d done to me on the kitchen counter. Brazen was not how I would describe myself, but I let two men… no, not let. I made out with two men, twomarriedmen, on the kitchen counter, and it wasn’t evenmykitchen counter. My face flamed at the memory.
I woke up every morning in a turned on, horny mess, panting like a cat in heat with my finger buried inside me. Sometimes, I got lucky enough to enjoy the orgasm, waking before I got off, and other times, I was left cleaning up the mess afterward.
Tonight, when I walked past their room, the sound of them going at it fed the fantasy that lived in my mind, and dreams made worse by that make-out session. I growled and stomped to my room and straight into the attached bathroom.
I flipped on the shower, pulling my clothes off and tossing them to the floor. Averting my eyes from the enormous mirror over the sink and the leaning mirror visible through the open closet door, I waited for steam to fill the room.
When it felt safe, I finally let my eyes cast a glance at the reflection staring back at me. A laundry list of flaws as long as one of Hayden’s legs jumped out at me. There were only a few things I liked about myself.
I had beautiful eyes, an okay nose, high cheekbones, full, thick caramel-colored hair that fell to my bra line, and a pouty upturned mouth. Then, there was my jaw and neckline, which people always commented on. So, yeah, I had a pretty face with better than average features, but then everything fell apart the further your gaze traveled south.
My breasts were firm and sat high on my chest, but they were too big for my slender upper body. They drew such unwanted attention because people, men and women alike, believed they were fake. The way men behaved about them irked me to no end, but women were worse. Catty, to put it mildly, and in some cases, full-blown jealous hostility. The reactions made me consider having them reduced several times, but the cost, not to mention the pain, deterred me.
My gaze wandered lower.
I didn’t mind my waistline. It was flat and soft, but the worst part was how much it dipped in above my hips. It was just a bit too much. Okay, a lot too much because those same women who made rude comments about my chest often made snide remarks, contemplating whether I wore a corset. I didn’t and couldn’t understand why anyone would. I got the need for one when wearing certain formal wear, but wearing one to work or going out to a club? Yeah, stupid.
The parts of my body I hated the most, were my hips, butt, and thighs. Too thick, too full, too plump, too round. The list of too’s went on for ages, and none of them were good. They made wearing certain outfits and dresses next to impossible. Add in the overabundant chest, and I looked more than pleasantly plump.
Sighing, I turned from the mirror, satisfied with my decision to walk away from a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Declan and Hayden were both in pristine shape. They could have anyone they wanted. I could picture them with one of Hugh’s bunnies or a lingerie model sandwiched between them. Short, plump, and plain couldn’t and shouldn’t try to compete.
I stepped under the oversized rain showerhead with the absolutely breathtaking water pressure. The way it beat down on you was like a mini massage, and I wasn’t looking forward to leaving it behind. I contemplated asking for the vendor so I could order one for my bathroom at Gavin’s. He wouldn’t mind me changing out the one I had, but I looked online for how to do it, and it seemed like a lot of work. The internet recommended a plumber for installation, so I put the idea away.
Yet another thing not for me.
Shampoo sudsed in my hair as I scrubbed the few days of yuck from it. Washing my long hair was an event in and of itself. All jokes aside, it took forever, and yes, I had absolutely turned down going out or making plans because I needed to wash my hair. Aside from the showerhead I wanted to steal, the hand-held wand made getting rid of the shampoo and rinsing out the conditioner a breeze. But that wasn’t the best part of the wand.
Nope. Not even close.
The wand had adjustable settings, and one of them made me get off like a rocket meant for deep space travel. I reached for the wand now, getting rid of the shampoo, when I heard my phone ring from the other room. Gavin could wait, dang it. I already gave up a romp between two kinky, sinfully sexy men. I refused to give up the orgasm, too.
Letting the pulsating water tease my nipples, I sighed as my inner muscles mimicked the water and my breath deepened. I sat back against the ledge in the shower and spread my thighs, letting the water move south. My clit throbbed with need, and I sighed as the thundering beat of water touched my tender flesh.
“Marcie!”
Gasping and not in the way I wanted, I turned the wand off. Fumbling to hang it up so no one would guess what I was doing. I flipped off the water, slipping on the soap-covered tiles.
The door flung open, and Katie’s voice pierced the steam.
“Good Lord, are you trying to melt the flesh from your bones?”
“No.”
“Why are you on the floor? Did you fall? Should I grab Liam?”
Good God, no, don’t grab the hotter-than-hot doctor.
“Yes, I slipped. But I’m fine. Did you need something?”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re still on the floor.”
“Yeah. Because I’m naked.”
“Oh. Right. So… Gavin called.”
The shower door opened, and a towel appeared in front of me. Liam and Elizabeth’s towels were enormous, so I didn’t have to worry that they wouldn’t cover my rear end. I stood up, and wrapped it around myself, tucking the tail between my boobs.
