If I hadn’t, maybe he would have stayed. And if he’d stayed, maybe he would have held me for a minute or two. Then I wouldn’t be standing in a steamy bathroom hugging my arms around myself and wishing…
The clatter of plastic hitting the floor mademe jump, and I spun toward the nearest shower stall, where Colt and Callum had been remarkably quiet until now.
“Damn it, Colt, quit stealing my shit!” Callum’s Southern twang ricocheted off the slick tile walls, and his twin’s snorting laugh chased it.
“It ain’t stealing. It’s sharing, and it’s real nice of you,” Colt replied. “So thanks.”
Feet scuffled, and the Rihanna song turned up a few decibels. I capped my toothpaste and dropped it into my tote.
“Yeah, well, maybe you oughtasharewith me sometimes,” Callum sassed. “Then I wouldn’t be having to use body wash on my damn hair.”
Colt purred a sound I was surprised I could hear over the racket. “Mmm… Smells nice, though.”
Water splashed the ceiling above the shower stalls.
“Quit pullin’!” Callum shouted.
The music stopped.
“If you two want to play grab-ass, take it to your room.” Darby’s voice resounded. “I’m trying to indulge in a moment of peace. It’s wash day.”
Wash day was a weekly tradition, and a lengthy one. It meant Darby would be primping and preening for an hour at least. And the twins’ roughhousing was as likely to dissipate as it was to escalate, turning into a show I didn’t want to see. Or hear.
None of them knew I was in here, and I would have kept it that way if my next grab for my shower tote hadn’t knocked it cleanly off the counter, sending assorted soaps and my shaving cream and razor skittering.
I dropped to my hands and knees and scrambled to collect everything. It was possible they hadn’t heard, butwith Rihanna on mute, my clumsy ass was the loudest thing in the room.
“Who’s out there?” Darby called before Colt poked his head out.
The hornless twin grinned through the curtain of water running from the tips of his dark brown hair. “Oh hey, Cherry. Missed you at last call. Did Mazzy wanna show you his dick again?”
Darby nudged open his shower door wearing a look of interest. He thrust his palm into the back of Colt’s head before turning a sunnier expression on me. “Zephyr? I lost you in VIP. Went back and you were gone. Becky too.” A grin quirked his lips. “Should I take that to mean things went well?”
“What went well?”
Callum peeked out from beneath Colt, prompting his brother to sway back from the tips of his spiraled horns.
“Who’s Becky?” Colt asked.
I knelt on the bathroom floor, fairly certain the last bit of cum had dribbled out of my ass and soaked through my shorts. Or maybe that was my own natural lubricant because, apparently, that was also something I did.
“God, you’re wet.”
The memory of Beck’s voice sent a shiver through me.
I cleared my throat and clutched the bottles I’d gathered, then replied to Darby, since he asked first. “He uh… He left.”
Darby batted his lashes expectantly. “Did he leavesatisfied?”
All three of them gawked at me like groundhogs drawn from hiding until Colt tipped his head back. “Oh, I get it,” he said, then winked. “You were lookin’ at a dick, all right.”
My face ignited with shame as I scooped up the last of my belongings and shoveled them into the bag.
“I wouldn’t know,” I told Darby. “Didn’t ask for a review.” My smile faltered, and I ducked away. “Well, I can see you guys are busy, so I’ll just rinse off in the morning. Goodnight.” I stood but didn’t turn. This graceless exit was bad enough without showcasing the wet spot on my ass.
In an effort to retain a scrap of dignity, I scuttled backward, bumping into the door at the same time Darby called after me.
“Zeph, wait! Are we still on for yoga?”
