Jackpot!
The first door I reach for takes me exactly where I’m wanting, and I step into the dim room and fumble against the wall for the light. I flip the switch up and gasp at what the illumination reveals. Directly in front of me is a tub that’s probably better classified as a small pool. All the guys and I could fit in there at one time and still leave room for probably both of Sabin’s horses. There’s a large shower that practically takes up a whole wall to the right of the tub and a long vanity with two sinks to my left.
I step into the massive shower and twist knobs until the shower head above me turns on, and the water becomes molten just the way I like it. I step under the spray and stand as it washes away any evidence of last night’s activities. I take stock of myself, once again feeling for my magic and trying to determine if anything is different, now that I’ve had my Awakening. Where I once used to visualize a ball of tangled magical threads, now sits a dark hole.
The depthless chasm in my chest surprisingly doesn’t worry me. It doesn’t represent emptiness, but more of an endless source that I can now pull from. I reach for my Elemental magic and the kelly green power surges into my center like a legion ready for war. I focus in on the water around me and weave my intent with the abnormally eager magic. A ball of water floats in the air chest high in front of me, and I watch it grow in size at my command. I jump up and down with a huge smile on my face, ecstatic that my Elemental magic didn’t fight me as much as it has in the past.
Strong arms snake around me from behind, scaring the shit out of me. I squeak-yelp in alarm, and my giant ball of water bursts and disappears down the shower wall and floor. I twist to see who’s behind me. Ryker’s soft lips half turn up in apology, but his eyes sparkle with amusement as he pulls me closer to him.
“Sorry Squeaks, I didn’t mean to scare you. You just looked so wet and inviting, and I couldn’t resist climbing in here with you.”
“Warn a girl next time. What if I had zapped you or punched you or something?”
He chuckles and leans down to kiss my neck. “Sorry. I consider myself warned. If I get punched in the future, I’ll take full responsibility for it.”
I run my hands up the damp golden skin of his arms appreciating the dips and peaks of his muscles as they flex and pull me even closer. I step back into the spray and bring Ryker with me, he yelps and immediately jumps back.
“Shit, sorry!”
I scramble to adjust the knobs and cool down the steady stream flowing from the shower head in the ceiling. I guess boiling isn’t his preferred temperature setting. Wisely, Ryker sticks his hand under the stream of water before stepping back underneath it. I watch, mesmerized as the water darkens his golden hair and he tilts his head back appreciatively and closes his eyes.
Ryker is breathtakingly beautiful, and I can’t seem to snap myself out of the staring I’m currently doing. My eyes trace the trails of water that streak past his long lashes, sculpted nose, chiseled jaw, and plump lips. He tilts his head down and catches me creeping out on him.
“Stop looking at me, swan,” he imitates, and I crack up at the spot on Billy Madison impersonation.
He kisses my nose and hands me a bottle of shampoo.
“I’ll do yours, if you do mine,” he offers.
I can’t help but give a salacious waggle of my eyebrows, happily going right for any and all innuendo in that statement. He chuckles and pops the top of the shampoo squeezing some into my hand and then in his. I reach up and work the shampoo into his hair until it’s lathered and white and I can make shapes with his almost shoulder-length locks.
“How are you feeling today?” he asks, as I whip his hair into a dollop that any Who from Whoville would be proud to sport.
“Good. My magic doesn’t feel tangled anymore. My center, or core of magic, or whatever it’s called, feels different, less limited maybe.” I try to explain, but it sounds more like a question than an answer. “Other than that, everything feels the same, but I also have no idea what I’m supposed to be looking for.”
He nods in understanding. “How about physically? Do you need any healing? Anything sore?”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. “My vagina is fine, if that’s what you’re asking.” He laughs and reaches up to for some bubbles from his hair and proceeds to flick them at me before stepping into the spray and letting the water steal away the shampoo and his sudsy hairdo
The shower smells like honeysuckle, and I breathe it in appreciatively.
“You’re going to smell so girly and flowery today,” I tease.
He holds on to my hips and leans into me as I proceed to work conditioner into his strands.
“I’m good with that. Hell, this might be my new favorite smell,” he admits with a chuckle. I look at him confused. “Now, when I smell honeysuckle, it will remind me of you naked in the shower dripping wet and beautiful.”
He brings a hand up and skims my cheek with his thumb, as the rest of his palm cups the side of my face. There’s so much depth to the tender affection in his eyes. Before I can say anything, Ryker twirls me around and squeezes shampoo into his hand. He works it into my hair, and it’s impossible to ignore the muscles of his chest as they brush against my shoulder blades, or the hard cock pressed into my lower back. I lean into him, loving the intimacy of this moment even if the intensity of the feelings swirling in here make me nervous.
I rinse shampoo out of my hair, and Ryker’s hands start to rub all over me under the guise of spreading body wash. I’m impressed he let me clean up a bit before pouncing. I’ve personally been working out the logistics of shower sex from the minute he waltzed in here.
Ryker rubs his soapy palms in a circular motion up the runes on my sides and then reaches around my front to generously lather up my breasts. He doesn’t spend as much time there as I’d like, moving up and over my shoulders to massage some of the stress that’s been sitting there for way too long. I pull us both under the spray washing away his efforts and then spin around in his arms, done with the leisurely pace he’s setting.
I reach down and grip his hard cock stroking it easily as the water pours down onto both of us. His eyes are heated and locked on mine as he lets out a sexy groan and shifts his hips forward, thrusting into my hand. He slowly starts to back me up towards the shower wall, and a zing shoots down through my stomach and straight between my legs as my body starts to anticipate how good it’s going to feel to have him back inside of me.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructs before he grabs my ass and lifts me up, pressing me in against the wall of the shower.
The marble is cold against my back, but his full lips crash down on mine, and all I can think about is his tongue, mouth, and dick and where I want all of them to be. I moan into his mouth as he lines up and starts to press into me. I stretch around him, and he takes his time filling me up as he kisses me thoroughly. He nips my bottom lip just as he pulls out and thrusts deeply back in, and I sink my hands into his hair and demand more.
