The image in my mind morphs, and suddenly, she’s here in the shower with me. I pin her up against the slick walls, her soft thighs wrapped around my hips, her wet hair wrapped around my wrist as I thud into her over and over again. I see her gasping, water droplets running down the line of her throat, and I imagine licking them right off.
I wonder if she’d beg for more. I bet she would. A nice girl like her…I bet she’d say please.
My dick pulses in my hand. I shudder and lean my forehead against the steamed-up tile of the shower wall, bracing myself to come?—
The door to the bathroom flies open, smacking the towel rail.
“JESUS CHRIST!” I roar, reaching across to slam off the water. I’m breathing hard, my heart hammering, and my dick full to bursting. Through the steam, I can see Summer. She’s dripping wet and holding a bundle of something in her arms.
“I’msosorry,” she says, eyes fixed on my crotch. “Oh God. Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, um, to interrupt you, but I didn’t know what to do.”
“Stop staring,” I say. “What is it.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and lifts the bundle in her arms. “It’s Crumpet,” she says. “I think she’s dying.”
THIRTY-FOUR
SUMMER
Alec snaps into action. As he steps out of the shower, I get a brief, full-frontal view of his naked body, and…
Good God. Thick thighs. A broad, muscled chest dusted in a smattering of black hair. And he’s hung like a goddamn horse. His erection is hard and flushed, jutting proudly from the curls of dark hair. I spin away as he grabs a towel from the rack.
“Bring her to the kitchen,” he orders. “I need to see her under the light.”
I do as he says, fleeing.
Oh my God. He waswanking. I walked in on him jacking off. I should have knocked, but I was so panicked, I didn’t even register the sound of the shower.
I can feel Crumpet, cold and shivering against my skin. “It’s gonna be okay,” I murmur to her. “Alec’s going to come and help you. You’ll be totally fine.”
The door to Alec’s bedroom flies open, and he stalks into the kitchen to join me. He’s only half dressed. A pair of joggers hang low on his hips, and his black hair is still wet. His cheeks are flushed as he heads to a cabinet under the sink and pulls out a large first aid kit.
“What happened?” he demands. “Take her out. I need to see her.”
My fingers fumble on the zip of my coat. “I was just in the barn, and she was like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” My hands are too cold to unzip my jacket.
Alec’s large hand closes over mine, efficiently sliding down my zip. He stares at the bulge in my shirt.
I carefully unpeel Crumpet from inside my cleavage. “Is it okay that I put her in my boobs?” I ask frantically. “It’s my warmest place!”
“That is—” He looks slightly distracted. “That’s fine.”
“Okay. Phew.”
Alec takes her off me, studying her under the light. He turns her around, manipulates her limbs, slips a finger inside her mouth.
“Well?” I demand impatiently.
“She’s hypothermic,” he says simply. “The wound is superficial. Viola probably kicked her.”
“What?”
“We need to warm her up. We have heaters in storage, but—” He swears. “There’s no time.” He carries her into the lounge. “Sit.” He nods at the rug in front of the fire. “Rub her body to get her blood flowing. I’ll stoke the fire.”
I do as he says, sitting and rubbing Crumpet’s cool little body as he opens the grates and starts shoving logs inside. The fire crackles, heat flushing the side of my face. “Why would Viola have kicked her?!”
“She’s rejected her,” he says, adding another log. “The lamb will have tried to feed, and Viola got aggressive.”
