“I’ll take her,” I offer, so Ghost carefully passes her over to me. Em throws her arms around me, peppering kisses along my neck.
I blush but hold my head up as I take her away back to our room.
I hear footsteps behind me, so I glance back to see
Frost, Trikk, and Razor are following.
I let myself into the room, carrying Em straight to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me in a clear message to the three others.
“You need a shower,” I say, as I set her on her feet and lean in to start the water. I adjust the faucet to hot.
Em shoots me a smile, a mischievous look in those emerald greens. She stands completely naked, then slowly enters the shower.
I shift, adjusting my now-hard cock in my jeans.
“You coming, Sam?” Em calls.
My eyes widen; but I remove my shoes and socks then shuck off my shirt, stumbling as I shove my jeans down and kick them away. I open the curtain, slipping in with my girl.
“Let me,” I say, taking the soapy sponge from her hand. She sighs as I glide it over her skin, starting at her neck then movingdown. I cleanse every part of her and watch the red spiral down the drain.
I grab the shampoo bottle. Squirting some into my hand, I work it into a lather. I apply it to Em’s hair and scalp, scrubbing it in, then massaging it through her tresses. She moans in bliss.
“Tip your head back,” I ask, and she complies.
I rinse her hair thoroughly, then apply conditioner. I use my fingers to work it through her length, then rinse it away too.
There aren’t words to describe how good it feels to take care of my girl. The one who found me, and brought me out of the dark. Touching her is exquisite. Caring for her is my damn honor.
Em spins to face me. “Your turn.” Her voice has a husky tone to it. She's clearly aroused.
I start to shake my head, but she reaches out, grabbing my cock.
I groan so loudly, she chuckles.
She starts to work me with her hand, and my head falls back.
I will not come like this.
I need to be deep inside Em first.
Frost
I hear Killer laughing in the bathroom, and I can’t take it anymore. I've barely seen her lately, and I need her now. I don’t care who she’s with.
My hand on the handle, I feel Trikk and Razor breathing down my neck. I scoot inside, with them following.
My eyes darken as I remove my clothes, the other two doing the same. I raise a brow. “We are doing this, then?” I whisper.
“Damn straight,” Razor whispers back.
With a nod, I open the curtain.
Killer squeals, then relaxes when she sees it’s us.
She's holding Sam’s dick in her hand.
“What are you guys doing? There's no room,” Killer tells us.
