I fist my dick before the shower door’s fully closed, my other palm slamming against the tile wall of our tiny shower as the hot water pours over my body. My mind has conjured all sorts of images of Quinn over the years, but this is different. The sounds in my head aren’t manufactured. The image behind my eyes of Quinn’s face—her brows pulled together and her mouth dropped open—isn’t a guess of what she looks like. Her sweet taste is still on my tongue.
And I’ve never been so hard in my life.
I grip the base of my cock, trying to slow down the release that’s headed my way with the speed of a train. This should bedrawn out. Savored. The memory of us together will never be as fresh as it is right now, and I want to soak in every second possible.
I slowly stroke up, letting my hand drift over the sensitive head as I remember the way her hands slipped under my shirt and her nails dragged over my abs. In my head, it’s Quinn touching me, letting her exploration go lower. It’s her hand wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Quinn.”
The wooden bathroom door creaks, like someone’s leaning against the other side, and I pause. As much as I teased Quinn about joining me, I didn’t think she would. She was so freaked, and I figured she’d pretend like it never happened. But she’s there, too curious to walk away, and I can’t help the way my lips curve up.
“Chaos?” I call out.
I hear a little squeak, then nothing for a few seconds. But I’m patient. She’s worth the wait.
“Yes?” she finally answers, and her voice is higher than usual.
I sigh in relief. “Get your ass in here.”
There’s another pause, and then the door slowly opens, her body slipping through the crack before she leans against it. I turn to face her, the warm water running over my shoulders and down my chest.
The glass walls of the shower leave all of me exposed to her eyes, and my balls tighten when her gaze slides down my body, pausing for a long moment on my cock before they fly back up to my eyes. Pink stains her cheeks, and she’s so beautiful like this that I can’t hold in my groan as I give myself a rough tug.
“Are you coming in?” I ask. “It’ll be a tight fit, but we can make it work.”
Quinn shivers at the innuendo, her eyes flicking back to my cock. I love my usual talkative Quinn, but there’s something so sexy about her being shocked into silence by my body.
“Quinn?” I prompt when she doesn’t answer me.
Her eyes fly back to mine, and she shakes her head. “Can I… I want to watch.”
I give myself another rough tug. If it were my choice, I’d have her in here with me. I want another chance to feel her, to have her wet, thick curves pushed against the hard lines of my body, but fuck, there’s something so hot about her wanting to watch me.
“Whatever you want, Chaos, but talk to me. I want to hear your voice while I make myself come.”
She whimpers, and my eyes drop to where her thighs squeeze together, seeking some relief. I want to ask her to drop her dress again, to let me watch her while I touch myself, but I don’t want to push her too far.
“What were you thinking about?” she asks.
“You,” I say, my eyes roving over her body. “About how if you hadn’t stopped me, I’d have gone down to my knees and gotten a taste straight from the source.”
She whines, and the sound is like a caress. Her soft noises and the warm water and my tight grip almost send me over the edge, but I slow down, pulling myself back from the edge at the last second.
“The sounds you make,” I say, my breath coming faster. “They’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
“Colt.” My name is a moan on her lips, and I groan in response.
“Keep. Talking,” I say through gritted teeth, my hand speeding up. “And keep those eyes on me.”
She bites her lip. “I wish I was in there with you. I wish I could touch you.”
Holy fucking shit. Her saying she wants to touch me is the hottest thing that’s ever happened in my thirty-two years of life. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Chaos.”
“Please,” she says, more whimper than word. “Let me see it.”
That’s all I need, every muscle going taut as my body jerks, my release painting the glass that separates us as I chant her name. I’m tempted to close my eyes as the sensations flood my body, but I don’t want to miss a second of Quinn, so I keep my gaze pinned to her through it all as I continue to rock my hips, wringing out every ounce of pleasure possible.
Once I finish, Quinn lets her body collapse against the door, her eyes falling closed.
