I drop my head to his chest and grab Ciprian’s hand. “I hate choosing.”
“Of course you do,” Ciprian drawls. “I mean, look at us. How could you pick?”
“Did you know they were going to point at you?” I ask Luca.
He frowns. “No, those fuckers conspired against me. Self-sacrificing sons of bitches.”
There are new shadows in and around Luca’s eyes. Dark circles carved into his olive skin. He’s struggling. I glance at Ciprian. His brow is creased, and I’m glad to see I’m not the only one noticing the change in Luca. I’ll figure out how to help him, but I’m going to start with a distraction.
I sink into him again, running the tip of my tongue along the seam of his lips. He lets me in immediately, but I pull back before either of us can get lost in the kiss, grabbing Ciprian’s head anddragging his mouth to mine. With Luca’s arms around me and his cock pressed against my hip, I shudder.
“Is it too hot?” Luca asks. His voice is thick with worry, and that’s not what I want.
“Not yet, it isn’t.” I reach behind him for the bar of soap and run it between my hands to work up a lather. “Help me wash, please?”
Ciprian snatches the soap from me, then runs the bar between my breasts. “I’m scared to fuck you right now,” he says bluntly. His voice is croaky and rough. “When the branch broke...” He closes his eyes. “I couldn’t stop screaming. No one listened. I want my hands all over you, Celine, but I can’t handle the possibility that I might hurt you.”
Luca hums low in his throat, asking a question without words.
I roll my eyes and scrub myself down. “He’s got a huge cock. It’s a production to get it in, but I’m two-for-two, with no issues. There’s no reason to?—”
“Good gods, you weren’t kidding,” Luca exclaims, his eyebrows climbing almost to his hairline. “Did you walk funny afterward?”
I shake my head and reclaim the soap. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Ciprian’s eyes squeeze shut. “This conversation is killing me.”
“That’s your own fault,” I mutter, tossing the bar of soap to Luca. It bounces off his chest and falls to the shower floor unnoticed. Luca is too busy staring at Ciprian’s dick.
“You’re making me feel like a zoo animal.”
“Sorry.”
“You don’t sound sorry.” Ciprian picks the soap up, his movements jerky. He lathers his hands aggressively, then reaches around me to wash Luca’s arms and chest. “I’m only letting you get away with objectifying me because you’re hot.”
I hide my smile.
Luca doesn’t bother.
“You think I’m hot?” He wraps his fingers around Ciprian’s wrist, then drags the soap over his pecs slowly.
Ciprian scoffs. “Obviously.” He scrubs Luca’s shoulders, lets out a heavy sigh, and stares him dead in the eye. “Don’t play with me right now, Luca. Not unless you mean?—”
He doesn’t get to finish the sentence.
Luca yanks him close and kisses him hard.
I scoot out of their way and lean against the shower wall, watching their lips move against each other. Frenzied at first, then slower and deeper. They’re about the same height, shorter than Ali and Malach, but taller than me.
Water trickles down their skin in heavy, caressing drops.
Ciprian’s right hand crawls up the back of Luca’s neck and disappears in his hair.
Luca groans into his mouth, grabbing Ciprian by the hips and grinding against him.
I bite my lip.
Like me, Ciprian is pale. Next to Luca’s golden tan, the contrast is beautiful. Two works of art grappling to become one. I can’t look away.
