“What would you—”
“Yes,” Amick says, cutting me off as he lays down the book and heads toward the door.
“You’re going to make it worse if you push her right now,” I call.
“I have no intentions of pushing her. I’m going to join her in the shower.”
My eyes widen as he takes a few more steps, then looks over his shoulder at me.
“Well, are you going to join us?”
My shirt’s already over my head before I even realize I’ve moved.
I’ll be the first to admit that it’s been difficult keeping my hands to myself on my nights lying beside her. A couple of times now, I’ve had to stop myself from slipping my hand right beneath her underwear when she pushes her ass up against me.
“I don’t want to talk about anything right now, Amick. I just want to shower in peace.”
Why he’s still dressed, standing at the open shower door, I don’t know.
Probably waiting for her to say he can join.
I stand shoulder to shoulder with him and chuckle darkly.
“We aren’t here to talk, little goddess.”
Her eyes fly open as she stops running her hands through her hair. That hungry gaze of hers bounces between the two of us and I watch in smug satisfaction as her chest begins to rise and fall.
I lick my lips as her breathing hitches when I slide my pants over my hips and let them fall to the ground.
“Tell Amick he can join you in the shower.”
She whips her face to him and seemingly realizes what he’s waiting for. “Join me.”
He releases a breath and starts undressing himself. Her eyes continue to cast between us.
“I…who…I don’t know what to do.”
Fuck, me neither, but we’re going to find out.
She steps back when Amick crosses the shower’s threshold. A small moan slips through her lips the second he runs his fingers down her cheek.
“Yes, that seems to be the problem. Have you not told us you wanted to have sex because of Creed and Riven?”
“I, well, yeah. I don’t feel like it would be right to say, ‘Hey, can you two get out so we can have sex?’”
“Why would you want them to leave the room?”
I attempt to smother my laugh as her eyes blaze. I’m not laughing at her or her reaction. It’s how fucking calmly and casually he thinks that is.
He has no clue if the two of them are going to be okay watching either of us be with her. Especially when they both desperately want that but haven’t tried yet.
She basically parrots my thoughts not a second later. “I don’t know if they’d really want to watch that.”
“You’d be okay with it if they were?”
“I…yes.”
“Okay then. Also, you have no idea how glorious of a sight it is to watch you fall apart from pleasure.”
