When he finally runs his fingers through my hair, bubbles sliding down my cheeks, he leans up and tugs my hair back, rinsing me off.
“There. Your turn.”
I blink at him through wet lashes and then reach for the soap, taking my time with him as well. Thank fuck for the gigantic water heaters we have in the house. I let my hands explore, unable to keep myself from pushing a finger into him and making him groan.
“Fuck, don’t do that or I may come, and I want to do that together.”
I blink at him and slowly pull my finger out, letting him step under the water to rinse off. He’s wet and slick, and I want to lap at all of his exposed skin, even his cock.
But before I can, he steps toward me and guides me up against the wall.
“Ready for your reward?” he asks, and I hold on to his waist tightly.
“Yes.”
“Okay, well then, brace yourself. I think you’re really going to like this.”
He grins and then steps up against me, bringing our cocks together, his hand wrapping around them and stroking. My legs shake, my eyes unable to look anywhere else but where we connect.
“Fuck,” I murmur, my eyes flicking up to meet his.
His cheeks are flushed, his pupils dilated.
I reach up and cup the back of his head, pulling his forehead against mine as he works us over the edge. Together.
He comes first.
But I come harder.
And then we sag against each other, our breath mingling. He smells like bubblegum and vanilla.
I’m in a haze when I finally step from the shower, and as the steam dissipates, so does the fog I’ve been living in, the detrimental haze.
For the first time in a while, my mind is completely clear.
Clear and ready to destroy Umbra once and for all.
Grim faces surround me as Neo finishes going through what he’s found with everyone. There’s more than one dagger on the table. Cade has fully pulled Ansel onto his lap, while Matthias is eyeing Wyatt like he’s considering doing the same.
“How the fuck are they getting around our cameras and alarms?” Dalton asks, frustration bubbling in his voice. “It’s not possible.”
“It shouldn’t be,” Neo says, tapping at his laptop. A map of the house appears on the big screen on the wall. Another tap brings up red dots, showing each camera’s location. “After we moved the cameras and trip points, there shouldn’t be any blind spots.”
We all study the picture closely, then suddenly Ansel speaks. “There shouldn’t be, but there are.”
Neo groans a second later. “Fuck, you’re right.”
The rest of us exchange confused glances as Neo gets out of his seat. Ansel tries to join him, but Cade refuses to let him stand.
“Seriously?” Ansel huffs, twisting to glare at him. “No one’s going to hurt me in here.”
“They have photos of us inside the house.” Cade’s tone is clipped. “I’m not letting you out of reach, butterfly.”
I’d say he’s being ridiculous, but I can’t help but agree. My palms itch because Neo is now on the opposite side of the room. Already, I’m working out how many steps it’ll take to reach him, and where I’ll push him down if gunfire breaks out.
I don’t let any of that show on my face. Neo seems oddly skittish about getting close to me, despite the fact that I feel as if he’s crawled up inside of me and set up camp. It’s best I don’t let him see the full levels of my rapidly growing obsession.
I doubt I’ll be able to hide it forever, but for now, at least, I can pretend.
