ELEVEN

SYDNEE

Per usual, I crack my eyes open before everyone else does.

I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to sleep if it wasn’t for how thoroughly exhausted I was after a long travel day, coupled with last night’s, well, unexpected events.

When I look to my left, I see Hale sleeping mostly on top of Jackson, with Colby’s arm wrapped over the top of her body.

Hale’s left arm lays over my chest with her fingers sprawled on my skin.

She looks like a thoroughly fucked angel. If I thought I could pull her off of Jackson without waking the two testosterone-filled idiots clinging to her, I would.

I shake that thought loose and settle on a shower. The water is freezing when I first turn it on, so I stand in front of the mirror, still letting my eyes adjust to the light.

As I’m checking the temp with my fingers, a sleepy Hale pads into the bathroom, trailing the entire king-size bed sheet behind her with how it’s wrapped around her body.

“Good morning, beautiful,” she yawns and nods in my direction. “You sleep okay?”

“I think so,” she squints at me under the bright lighting.

“Are you showering?”

“Yeah, you wanna join?” I don’t expect her to say yes, but she nods again and drops the sheet. Once she’s confident in her body, she’s fucking confident in it. With good reason too.

Her nipples sit tightened on her full breasts, and she has the most delicious and squeezable hips I may have ever seen. I realize I’m staring at her with my hand still in the water.

“Oh, uh, temperature’s good now.” I step back to undress and watch her as she pushes the glass door open more to step inside.

Those first few seconds of the water cascading over her curved body do bad things in my mind, but I’m telling myself no. We’re just two people who kinda fucked once. Not to mention, she’s probably at least somewhat tender.

It doesn't take me long to strip myself down and climb into the shower with her, and the warm steam that surrounds us is perfect for the long day ahead.

I’m somewhat in a trance, analyzing today’s to-do list and mesmerized by the way the soapy bubbles slide down her skin when she speaks to me again.

“Do you want me to wash yours too?” Hale’s hand reaches out and twists a steam-dampened strand of hair around her finger, and all I can do is nod in response. I don’t think anyone else has washed my hair for me outside of a hairdresser and maybe, like, my mom when I was younger.

She squirts a generous amount of her shampoo into her hand, and it smells like peppermint and something mildly earthy.

I expect her to ask me to turn around, but she does no such thing.

This beautiful girl starts washing my hair so attentively, and each time her nails barely scratch over my scalp, I let out a moan.

She focuses on the roots before moving down to the ends and lathers them gently.

But she doesn’t stop there.

Her soft hands move to the back of my head before descending my shoulders, my clavicle, and then she’s fully massaging my breasts with her sudsy palms.

“Fuck,” I pant as she tweaks my nipple the same way I did hers last night.

I feel the need build inside me for more, but I don’t let myself make a move.

Her hands land on my shoulders, spinning me so that my back is to her, and she slowly backsteps us into the water before tilting my head into the spray.

As her arms move to rinse my hair, her nipples slide across my back, but when one of her hands makeshifts as a ponytail holder and the other snakes around my body, I know I’m a goner.

She slides her hand down my stomach before she reaches her destination, pushing one finger between my folds and gently circling my clit.

“Like this?” she whispers in my ear.

“Yes, fuck yes, like that,” I moan.

“Mmmm, you’re wet.”

And I am. Somehow, this shower has become one of the most erotic things I’ve been a part of in all my days, and not because it’s so outlandish. Because it’s intimate. When her hand leaves my core, I’m gearing up to beg, but then I hear her lips pop.

“And you taste sweet.”

My knees buckle. Her hand returns to my clit, continuing her circles around my clit as my orgasm draws closer.

Dipping her two middle fingers into me, she thrusts them slowly, and I can’t breathe, it feels so good.

The way her body is pressed tightly against my back, the water streaming over us, the smell of her shampoo all over me, it’s all so much, and I’m going to come a lot faster than I want to when she adds her thumb to my clit with the teasing pumps of her fingers inside me.

“Oh god, Hale.” My arm shoots out to grip the shower railing, but she releases my hair and wraps her other arm just under my boobs to hold me upright.

“This is how I would’ve touched myself while thinking of you if you hadn’t been in the bathroom when I woke up. This is how I would have made myself come.” She pauses to kiss my neck. “While thinking of the way you rode my face last night.”

“Please…” Mind you, I’m not even the begging type.

“I want to make you come again,” she says in my ear while barely picking up the pace of her fingers.

“I’m going to— Fuck.” And then I feel it. “I’m coming, Hale.” The moan is so much louder than I mean for it to be, and with the bathroom door open, I know that one probably woke the boys up.

“Yes, baby, come on my fingers,” she whispers in my ear while her fingers inside me slow again, but her thumb doesn’t stop working my clit until I feel the aftershocks deep in my stomach.

My moans turn to whimpers, and my senses become heightened.

Her tits pressed to my back while she grinds herself against my ass, the steam circling around us while the water snakes between us, and the occasional draft of cool air making its way in from over the top of the shower door.

Nothing has ever been more erotic, or more intimate than it is with Hale.

She’s like a drug. One single hit of her, and everything is just… better.

“Let me touch you,” I rasp, as her fingers still lazily rubbing circles around my clit.

When I turn to her, she tucks a wet stand of short dark hair behind her ear before seemingly waiting for command.

Her beautiful tits sit perfectly on her chest, not too perky, but deliciously full.

She whimpers when I push her back into the shower wall, but the way my name falls from her lips when I suck her nipple deep into my mouth on my way down her body does horrible things to me.

Somewhere behind me, I briefly register an alarm going off, but I don’t stop my ascension to the pussy that I know is wet for only me right now.

I give the soft bottom of her stomach a small bite before sucking on the same spot to ease the morsel of pain I caused, and the sound of her sharp inhale is music to my ears.

As her hand threads through my dampened hair, I look up at her.

“Tell me this pussy is only wet for me,” I plead to her. I need to hear her say it.

“I’m only wet for you, Sydnee. Please, lick me, kiss me. Anything,” she begs so fucking prettily with one hand in my hair and the other desperately grasping her own heavy tit, kneading and massaging it.

I cave.

I give in to her so quickly. I’d give her anything she wanted, but her giving me not only my own orgasm first, as well as the one thing I asked for? I’ll lick her fucking pussy until my tongue falls off if I have to.

She uses the grip in my hair to pull my head back and make me look up at her while my tongue laps against her clit over and over.

I watch as her soft body squirms and moves above me, rocking against me before she’s eventually fucking my face.

Holding my tongue out steady, I let her take everything she needs, rocking her hips and her clit back and forth on my tongue, her mound pressing into my nose repeatedly.

There’s a ruckus outside of the door before someone is stumbling in, and her moans halt above me.

“We’re fucking late. We gotta now. Now!” Jackson yells above the sound of the shower. I don’t have to see him to see the pain on his face when he speaks again.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I hate interrupting this, but we have to go. Seriously. Fuck, I’m fucking hard. I gotta walk away.”

His footsteps fade out of the bathroom, and the sound of the boys moving around the hotel room begins. Hale looks down at me with the biggest pout.

“I guess we’ll have to finish this later.

” A wicked smile crosses my face. I know it.

The thought of her being needy for the rest of the day, until one of us has the time in our busy schedule to finish her off, makes my own pussy throb again.

I swipe my tongue through her folds once more, sucking on her clit for the last time before standing and letting her taste herself on my lips.

Our kiss is quick, because it has to be, and she whimpers beneath my touch.

“I need it.” She grinds her wetness desperately against my thigh, but I know if I don’t pull away now, we really will be late.

“I know, but I promise it will be worth the wait.” I kiss her once more and regretfully leave her in the shower, since she technically has more time to linger than I do, just as Colby enters the bathroom.

“Fuck, so I have to be hard for the rest of the day, then?”

“I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t get off either, thanks to Buzzkill Billy and his need for punctuality,” Hale says back, her sass fully ignited.

I chuckle as I walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel to dig through my suitcase for clothes. All I can hope is that the four of us can make it through the day despite the way Colby, Jackson, and myself want her in very different ways.