Shit.
I closed my eyes and prayed for the storm to end. It was then that I heard it. A distinct sound of movement amid the squalling storm. I concentrated on my hearing, holding my breath to listen. A door opened and closed. Next came the soft grind of a roller drawer opening. Then footsteps. The swish of something falling to the floor.
Someone was in the room.
Opening my eyes in panic, my stifled breath came out in a harsh exhale. If they discovered me under the blanket, there was no telling what they’d do. Mind made up, I gripped the edge of the blanket and silently counted.
The next few seconds all happened in a colliding rush that I wasn’t sure what registered first:
I shoved aside the covers, vaulted out of bed and foolishly instead of running, I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The lights flicked on, flooding the room with abrasive brightness.
Shay stood in the room stark naked, staring at me through dumfounded shock.
My mouth snapping shut, the scream dying on my lips, every inch of me freezing as all my senses engaged at the same time: my vision arrested by Shay’s naked body, glistening with water droplets, the feel of warm steam circulating the air, the smell of his body wash and shampoo filling my nostrils, the rapid beat of my pulse drumming in my ears.
Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look...
I looked.
Oh, my freaking God.His cock was big, light brown and thick. I gulped air like a dying fish. Heat scorched my cheeks. Bizarre tingles burned at the apex between my legs, spreading wildfire through every inch of my suddenly clammy skin.
What the hell is happening?
I dragged my gaze upward. Ripped abs, heaving chest and flexing muscular arms—a matter of seconds but I saw it all. My heart pounded, my temperature spiking as I stared at him, feeling the heaviness of this moment in my limbs, in my lungs, in my head.
Shay, breathing just as hard as me, recovered first. “Jesus fucking Christ, Skye,” he snapped, grabbing the towel off the floor where it had probably fallen and wrapped it around his waist. “Out,” he growled, his hand pointing to the door, his expression an ugly mask of fury. I’d never been the target of his anger, ever and that shocked the shit out of me.
Mumbling some incoherent apology, I spun around and raced out the room on shaky legs, not stopping until I reached the sanctity of my room. I leaned against the closed door, choking on harsh breaths.
“Holy cow.” I slapped a hand to my mouth.
I saw Shay naked.
Holy Crap. His body. His cock. Too freaking hot for words.
My first sight of a live dick and it belonged to my gorgeous brother. I palmed my cheeks, shaking my head. That didn’t happen. I laughed. I jumped on the bed. I jumped back off. I couldn’t sit still. My body felt like someone stuck an electric cable in me and every time I moved, sparks detonated.
His body.Wow.His cock.Wow, just wow.Inside my head sounded like a bumbling bubblehead.
Okay, I had nothing to compare him to, but I now knew why girls practically swooned when he walked in, anywhere. I used to call all those girls, brainless and sometimes, sluts. Yeah, not very nice, I know. Now, I understood what they felt. He was a gorgeous man with his clothes on. Without...okay shut up now.
And what the heck was that feeling between my legs. Like my pussy had developed some bizarre need to be touched. I’d never felt anything like that before. And my panties. Why did they suddenly feel so wet?
Was I turned on by Shay’s body? Was this what Samantha talked about? My mind skated back to that night, almost a year ago when Samantha made us watch a porn movie.
“Bet you can’t say cock, Skye,” Samantha goaded.
I blanched, my eyes drifting between Laika and Nyla. They both encouraged me, trying to get one up on Sam, something we always did.
When I hesitated, Samantha uttered a sarcastic laugh. “Thought so. You’re such a goodie two shoes. Even Laika, the good Christian girl, said it and she throws ‘you shouldn’t say that, and you shouldn’t say this’ in our face all the time.”
“Cock,” I blurted out.
Everyone stilled for a shocked moment then burst out laughing.
“See, not so bad. Now say, pussy,” Samantha wiggled her brows.
