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Tossing my cell to the bed, I surged up and nearly collapsed.My arm shot out to brace against the wall.Damn, I was in a worse state than I’d thought.

He was at my side, an arm anchoring around my waist.“Gez, Em.Take your time.Sloane has been in heat for three days.She’s not going anywhere.”

Slipping an arm under me, he carried me to the shower.“I can manage,” I said as he put me down on the mat.My sister had eagle eyes.She would notice something was up for sure if I couldn’t bloody walk.

Ryder paid no attention to my protests.Arm around my waist, he held my body against his as he put the shower on and tested the temperature, and like a freaking kitten being petted, I melted against him, enjoying the feel of his firm flesh against me.Satisfied with the temperature, he lifted me in…and came right in with me.

It was a spacious shower, but with Ryder, it became far too intimate.Especially given I was trying to distance myself from everything we’d done.

Closing his big hand over the back of my neck, he planted my head under the spray.

I spluttered.

He chuckled, and that warm sound did stupid things to my heart.

“Hold still, Em.Let me get you all cleaned up.”

God!Why did that make my mind digress?Why was I thinking about him saying that yesterday before he pushed his head between my thighs and ate my pussy?

His broad palm connected with my ass, the clap loud and surprisingly sharp under the water.“Bad girl.I can practically hear your pussy creaming.”

“Oh god!”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Such a needy beta.”His voice was full of affection as he squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm and vigorously lathered it into my hair.“Thinking about alpha cock when you should be getting showered.”

He was too rough about it, and my palms slapped against the cold tile wall.

He chuckled again and dunked my head under the jets to rinse me off.I was still sputtering when he spun me around and backed me up.I started as my back and ass hit the cold tiles.With a familiar gleam in his eyes, he grabbed the shower gel, squirted a generous dollop into his hand, and proceeded to clean me up.

He started at my throat, then worked his way over my shoulders and all the way down to my fingers, then back up, lingering on my breasts, tugging tender, oversensitive nipples into hard points.

“You said we had fifteen minutes?”But I was meek under his spell, and a few minutes either way seemed unimportant against the feel of his big hands on my ass, squeezing, not even pretending to clean me anymore.My breaths turned choppy as his slippery fingers played between my thighs.As the soap bubbles washed away, he pressed two thick fingers into me.

My legs turned weak, and his other hand collared my throat, holding me against the wall as he finger fucked me.

“Oh god!”

“That’s my good girl,” he said, face intent, determination in every contour.“Let me clean you all up.”

He shifted, arm twisting, two fingers spearing my pussy and another sinking into my ass.

“Such a dirty, filthy girl,” he said.“How can I clean you up when your pussy keeps making a mess?”

I was going under again, sinking into the carnal spell Ryder cast with ease.

The shower was cool, but my skin felt feverish and my legs turned to jelly.I grasped Ryder’s wrist, where he held me pinned to the wall.If he weren’t holding me up, I’d have been a puddle on the floor.

Then his thumb found my clit, rubbing a little too roughly and yet driving me towards that glorious high at startling speed.

“God!”I came, gasping, groaning, shaking up a storm, half insensible.I blinked water from my eyes as he slowed his fingers to a lazy pump and finally eased them out.

I shuddered.

My eyes lowered to his thick cock, bobbing between us.In the last three days, he’d seemed intent upon keeping it out of my grasp.

“Please,” I said.“Let me.”My trembling fingers closed around his hot, silken length.