As per fucking usual, Nelle’s products were scattered haphazardly along the shelving, and godsdammit, the caps of the bottles weren’t even closed. I had no idea that was even possible.Thatnotclosing your hair products, hells, anyfuckingproduct, was actually athing.
Hissing through clenched teeth, I quickly snapped the lids shut, readjusted the bottles and jars to sit beside one another neatly, shifted them about to use order, nudged them slightly apart, and made sure their labels faced forward.
Would she thank me later?
Fuck, no.
That girl was stubborn as all hells.
I grabbed hold of my bar of soap and stepped back into the fall of water. Annoyance, leaden with weariness, made me sigh once more, this time at sharing my personal space with someone who had no concept whatsoever of what cleaning up entailed. Or went the other godsdamned way and used someone’stoothbrushas a cleaning tool. Something I sure as hells hadn’t forgotten.
I ran the soap across my collarbone…
…and stilled when a strange tension plucked at my nerves.
Something hung in the air, taut with anticipation. Even the steam carried a memory of fiery spice and bittersweet blossoms. With every inhale, my head grew heavier, my thoughts unspooling as I breathed in more of the sweet, poisonous air.
And my cock, sure as fuck, wasn’t softening either.
I needed to leave my quarters, especially with Nelle on the loose, toying with me. And there was some digging I had to do in the library tonight before I met up with my brothers.
However, there was no way in Nine Hells I was going to wander around the Keep with a godsdamned erection tenting my sweatpants. I rubbed my chin, and for one long moment, I considered whether to jerk offallover again to get my godsdamned cock to lay the fuck down.
Deciding against it, I got to work lathering up my chest. Creamy froth spread beneath my hands as soapy suds slithereddown my torso. The tangy scent of citrus soap infused the air and momentarily dispersed the memory of Nelle.
Yet, I shook my hair like a dog, water spraying everywhere, trying to shake off the peculiar feeling that something wasn’tquiteright. I scrubbed my groin and thighs into a rich lather, and just as I bent over to sluice the suds down my legs I heard something strange behind me.
Ssshhh… shsssshsshhssshhhh…
My senses honed in on the weirdbristlingnoise.
What the hells is that?
Shock slammed into me when Nelle spoke. Her voice was strangely slurred and muffled. “Bend over alittlemore…that’s it…give me some more of thatsweet ass candy, Crowther.”
I snapped straight.
The sly little assassin was at it again. She’d snuck in here and watched me—
Holy shit,she would have seeneverything—
She would haveheard—
Internally I groaned, wondering how loudly I’dmoanedher godsdamned name.
Loud. Fucking loud.
Mortified, I bowed my head and gently pounded the stone wall with a fist.
Fuck.
Fuuuck!
Slowly, I turned around. Steam had blurred the room into a soft haze.
And there Nelle was, twisted sideways against the vanity, her long pale locks tied up all messily, like sexy just-got-tumbled-in-bed hair. Her position and the steam-dampened tendrils spiraled into curls, hid her face, but I could feel her lustful gaze sliding all over my figure, as sweet and hot as a midday sun shower.
My cock swelled even harder under her appreciation.
