A shiver skates down her spine. I spin us, putting her inthe warm spray of the shower. Taking in her bright red face, a laugh bursts out of me.
“That good, huh?”
Sibyl licks her lips, looking down at my cock that’s growing again, still in the condom.
“Hold that thought.” I slip out of the stall and deposit the used condom in the trash. I stand in the doorway of the shower, watching as she arcs into the spray, washing her hair. Sibyl’s body is insane.
I knew she’d started going to the gym with Hazel, but part of me thought they were going to walk on treadmills and talk shit about us boys. But Sibby has some muscle. It’s attractive as hell.
“You gonna stand there starin’ or get your ass in here to join me?” One coffee brown eye peeks at me, the other still closed. I watch her throat work on a swallow as my breath catches for the millionth time today.
“I’ll be honest, I’m tempted to keep staring. It feels like a crime that I never realized how fucking gorgeous you are.”
Chapter 7
Sybil
“You’re being a little too honest.”
He scoffs, stepping into the shower, pushing my hands away when they reach for the conditioner. He squeezes a glob into his palm, then works it through the ends of my hair, moving on to the body wash without trying to rinse it out.
Sometimes, I forget that he was married. It’s clear, though, that Eli knows how to care for a woman. I’m on cloud nine knowing it’s me that he’s caring for.
“You’ve always been a knock-out, Sibby. I just never saw it as more. Now that I’m looking, I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “By all means.” I tip my head at him. I’d spread my arms out, maybe even give him a twirl, if this shower wasn’t the size of a linen closet.
“Next time…” His hand slips between my legs, fingers ghosting over my clit. “We’re going to my house.”
“Next time?” I gasp as his fingers explore me again, slipping through my core.
“Yeah, next time. I told you at the park. I’d kiss you in the water, if you promised it wouldn’t be the last time.”
“Most people tell you not to give it up on the first date. They say that guys’ll lose interest.” I peer at him through my lashes, holding my breath.
“Not gonna happen. You’re stuck with me.” His hand moves further back, cleaning my backside, one finger ghosting between my cheeks. I groan, gripping his forearms, my nails biting into his skin. “You like that, Sibby?”
“Mmm.” I hum.
“Have you played here before?” He circles around my rim, the tip of his finger pressing in.
“Yes,” I breathe. “With toys.”
He gives me a feral smirk. “Can I be the first then?”
“Y—yes.” I’m panting by the time he turns me around, bending me into the spray, with one strong hand gripping my hip, and the other rubbing circles on my low back.
“Can I fuck you like this? I’ll pull out.”
“Yes.” I gulp. “I’m on the—” I can’t form the words. Thoughts evaporate when I feel the head of his cock notch at my entrance. The sensation of feeling him—all of him—is too much.
“You’re on birth control?” He stills behind me.
“Yes.” I manage, nodding vigorously.
“Such a good girl. Aren’t you, Sibby?” He presses in further, his hand slipping lower on my back, one finger circling my hole again. “You sure? I don’t have to.”
“I’m good,” I mumble. The words barely escape me as I focus on gripping the faucet so I don’t fall over. The last thing I need to do is try to explain to my brother and friends how I busted my face after my blind-date photo shoot.
