‘Good girl,’ I murmur, dragging my tongue across my lower lip as I drink her in, knowing I willneverforget this moment.
Shakily, she pushes to her feet. She yanks her top over her head and unclasps her bra. Her breasts tumble out of their hold, bouncing slightly as they release. A sound mixed between a groan and a whimper leaves me at the sight of it. Stepping inside, she gets down on her knees, the water spraying across her skin.
‘Blush?’ I question, tensing, as my release is drawing nearer by the second.
‘Come on me, Captain.’
Barely a second later, my come shoots out, painting her face as I release harder and more intensely than I have in what feels like forever. I do a few quick pumps, making sure every last drop is out before I sag forward, breathless. The sight of her on her knees, covered in my release, feels so sinfully wrong, but so damn right. Deliciously sexy and forbidden, and fuck I want to do it again.
Curling my arm around her, I help her to her feet, and she lets me rinse her off. Leaning down, I kiss her deeply and slowly. We stay like that for a long time: kissing and touching in lazy, long strokes. We’re so desperate to be close, and neither of us wants to break this moment.
‘I don’t want this to stop, but Zayden could be home any minute.’ She sighs wistfully, stepping back and pushing her wet hair from her face.
I nod, knowing she’s right. ‘Yeah. And he won’t be impressed if we use all the hot water.’
‘Good point.’ She laughs.
Reluctantly, I turn the tap and we step out, both towelling off, and managing to not touch each other long enough to get dry. As much as I yearn for her, I don’t want to rush this. Not like last time.
After Anya is settled in her bed, I fall into mine. My eyelids hang heavily, exhaustion sweeping through me so intensely. I fall into a deep sleep, thankful that for once, no nightmares plague my dreams.
I am in love with Anya.
All my life – or so it feels – my common sense has told me this isn’t a good idea. I’ve had friends tell me. Zayden, who I consider my family, has told me. I’ve tried and I’ve tried to resist this, but when I breathe, I feel her. When I close my eyes, I see her. She’s embedded in me, and I can’t stop this anymore. I don’t want to.
On the trip home, I’m settled in the driver’s seat, Anya has her feet perched on the dash as she reads, and Zayden is sunk low in his seat in the back, eyes closed, resting his head in his hands.
Once Anya decides a relationship with me is what she truly wants and she’s ready to go all in, I am going to speak to Zayden, and make him see why Anya and I being together is right – and basically inevitable at this point. He will understand. He has to. Once he realises how serious we are about each other, he won’t be able to not support this. Right?
My eyes shift to the mirror, and I wince at the bruises on my neck: thick, unmistakable finger marks. After not moving all night while I slept, I’m really feeling the injuries from yesterday. My muscles feel sore, and the bruises look worse than I expected.
‘What have you decided to do about becoming captain?’ Anya asks, placing her book on her lap.
‘I’m going to take it,’ I say, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel. ‘You talked me into it.’ I glance at the mirror, seeing Zayden’s neck bent at an awkward angle and his mouth open as he sleeps. ‘Besides, I really like it when you call me Captain.’
Her lips twitch. ‘Glad to hear it.’
‘I just hope I don’t ruffle too many feathers with this,’ I admit, leaning my elbow on the door.
‘That’s on them if they can’t be happy for you.’
‘Hm.’ I make a noise of agreement, even though I’m quite positive this new development will create tension among the team. Tension I don’t particularly have the time and energy to deal with.
The rest of the day is spent lounging by the pool at home, and it feels like old times. Soon enough, everything that happened with my dad fades into the background. Anya and Zayden are great at distracting me.
Anya pushes to her feet, and I glance up at her.
‘Where are you going?’ Zayden queries, placing his arm behind his head as he leans back, crossing his ankles together.
‘Cami has convinced Nora and me to go to an off-campus party with her.’
She’s dressed only in her black bikini, and I find it extremely difficult not to let my eyes trace over those curves and long legs I love so much. My sunglasses are perched on my nose, shielding my roaming gaze, but I still feel it’s obvious that I’m unable to take my eyes off her.
‘That sounds fun,’ I say.
‘Yeah. I’m not going to have a big night tonight. I might even drive.’ She shrugs, seeming to avoid meeting my eyes as she gathers her rubbish.
‘Okay,’ Zayden says as she strolls towards the door. ‘Make safe choices!’
