Page 103 of Puck Me Back to Life

He pulls the hair tie from his hair and drops it on the counter.

When we're both ready, he steps beneath the warm spray first and holds the curtain aside for me. The water is almost painfully hot. It feels good.

I close my eyes as it runs over my shoulders.

For the first minute, neither of us speaks. The only sound is rushing water.

Ash reaches for the shampoo bottle. “Come here.”

I obey before my brain catches up.

His fingers disappear gently into my hair. He works the shampoo in slowly, careful not to rush or tug, his movements patient in a way I wouldn't have expected from someone who usually carries himself with so much authority.

“You don't have to hold yourself together. Not with me,” he says quietly over the sound of the water.

I don't answer. I'm afraid that if I do, I'll start crying again.

He rinses the soap from my hair before grabbing a washcloth. His hands drag over me, cleaning the sweat away, wiping a streak of dried athletic tape residue from my shoulder.

I breathe in the hot steam and heavy scent of his soap pressing against my mind. The cloth drags down my chest, his hand steadying my waist.

My hands act without me thinking, pushing Ash's long hair out of his face. His eyes catch mine, a single strand hanging over his forehead. My hands rest at the base of his neck.

I don't want to think. I don't want to be in this body anymore.

Ash looks away from my heated gaze and continues to clean me, but I notice his cock twitch between us.

“Ash.” My hands slide down to rest on his large pecs.

Rough brown eyes meet mine. “What do you need?”

The sentence makes my heart quiver. The gentleness of his voice. The softness of his hands.

“You,” I say. “I need you.”

His face softens, a growing need warming his eyes, but he shakes his head. “Kai⁠—”

I kiss his lips. Once. Twice. The second, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. A groan rumbles in his chest.

My hand slips between us, the soap and warm water slicking his skin. I work his dick in my hand.

Ash breaks the kiss, a slight blush tinging his cheeks. His hand wraps around my wrist to stop me. “We should talk about how you're feeling⁠—”

My voice is rough. “I don't want to talk. I want you to fuck me until I forget his name. Hell, until I forget my own name.” I squeeze his dick slightly, making him bite the inside of his cheek. “I want you filling me up and the only thing I can focus on is your thick cock tearing me in half.”

Ash is breathing heavily. I can see the fight on his face. Protect me or fuck me.

A thought makes itself known in my brain. A Hail Mary. “Please, master.”

Ash shoves me into the tile, his body crushing me against the wall. His tongue is in my mouth. His hands hiking my thighs up to wrap around his waist.

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as fiercely. His large cock rubs against my ass, making me moan.

Ash pulls away, licking my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth until it hurts. “Say it again.”

I lean my head against the wall, enjoying his mouth. “You're a freak.” A finger slips into my ass. “Fuck!”

“Your freak.” Ash licks my adam's apple, pushing the finger in deeper.