Flint stalks over and tosses the pile of clothes on the bed while I hurry to the bathroom. “I call dibs on the shower first!” I holler.
“I’ll join you,” both men call, but I shake my head with a laugh as I grip the door knob.
“Nope. You’ll just try to distract me, and then we’ll be late.”
“Yeah. So?” Flint says.
My grin widens. “So...that would be rude. We’re guests in their home. Remember what I said about bein’ nice?”
A gleam enters his eyes. “I’ll berealnice to you in the shower.”
Lord, these demons are gonna overindulge my libido until she’s a spoiled brat. I might as well start callin’ my vagina Veruca Salt. Only instead of demandin’ a golden goose like Veruca did inWilly Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, I can already imagine the fits she’s gonna throw if she doesn’t get dick quick enough in the future. But really, with the bodies they have and the orgasms they give, I don’t blame my future mollycoddled libido one bit.
“Thou shalt not tempt me, Flint,” I say, givin’ him a fake stern look before I turn and walk my bouncy ass further into the bathroom.
“Fuck, I like watching her walk,” I hear Flint mumble.
I smile as I turn on the water and get in beneath the spray, and I take the quickest shower ever, scrubbin’ all the evidence of love makin’ off my body. Well...most of it, anyway. I can’t do anythin’ about the love bites and scratches.
When I turn to rinse out my hair, I see Flint and Alder standin’ by the counter, still naked, watchin’ me. “This ain’t a free peep show, you know,” I tell them before I reach back and turn off the spray.
“We’ll be sure to pay up later,” Alder replies with a smirk.
Flutters spread through my belly as I step up to him, a towel already stretched out in his hands so I can walk into it. He quickly wraps me up, while Flint beats him to the shower next.
Alder rolls his eyes as the marble demon helps himself, but I can tell he doesn’t really mind, because then he helps me dry my wings and hair while I prop a foot up in the countertop, bendin’ over slightly as I spread lotion over my body.
He shuts off the blow dryer as soon as my wings are no longer soppin’ wet. “You’re making it really hard not to be late,” he tells me.
I step up on my tiptoes and place a kiss on his nose. “You’ll survive.”
Flint smacks me on the ass on the way out of the shower, and I squeal. “Hey!”
“That’s for bending over like that while I was trying to get clean. Had to turn the water all the way to ice fucking cold so I don’t have a hard-on during lunch.”
I giggle as I follow him out of the bathroom while Alder stays behind to get cleaned up. “What? I was just puttin’ lotion on,” I say innocently.
Flint snorts and starts pickin’ through the clothes and gettin’ dressed. “Sure, Peaches.”
With another laugh, I pluck up the black underwear I find—notin’ with relief that it still has the tag on it—and slip them up my body. The only things left that aren’t for the guys to wear is a weird lookin’ top with strings like a corset and leather pants, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.
“How the heck does this work?” I ask, holdin’ up the dark gray top with strings.
Flint shrugs on the white T-shirt before walkin’ over to me, the bottoms of his jeans skimmin’ over the floor. He takes the top from me and turns it right side up. “Must be Delta’s—a shirt made for wings.”
Realization dawns. “Oh. Right. I forgot,” I say. I mean, I didn’t reallyforget. That’s kind of impossible to do when you have two heavy appendages attached to your back, but I haven’t really had the time to process what they mean on a practical level. Like havin’ to figure out how to get dressed with the damn things.
“Turn around,” Flint tells me.
I spin so my back is facin’ him, and he sucks in a breath. “Now there’s a sight,” he says, and I look over my shoulder at him to see that he’s lookin’ me over from head to toe, while I’m clad in nothin’ but a pair of black panties. He takes a step forward until I can feel the heat of his chest at my back. “I loved your hair before, but I love your wings and your new hair color too,” he muses, his hand comin’ up to skim over the curve of my feathers, makin’ me shiver.
He drops his arms and wraps them around me, fittin’ the front of the shirt to my chest. He takes special care that it’s lined up correctly by palmin’ my breasts until I smack his hands away with a laugh. “Get to work lacin’ up the back, mister.”
He chuckles and finally moves his hands off my chest. He slips my hair over my shoulder to leave my back bare, and chills erupt over my skin as I feel his lips skim over my neck. “Alder is right. Your skin is soft as a petal.”
A satisfied hum leaves my throat as he trails his mouth up to my ear, nibblin’ it gently before he pulls back. I feel him start to tie the top together beneath my wings, usin’ the corset-like strings to mold the fabric over me. Once it’s tight enough that my breasts aren’t gonna spill out, but not so tight that I can’t breathe, Flint finishes makin’ up the knot. “There you go, Peaches.”
“Thanks,” I say, my skin tinglin’ with the aftershocks of his touch.
