Page 101 of The Hitman's Prince
“I’m not sorry,” I said, to him, to Vince. “I’d do it again.”
Caspian said something impossible to hear, his hands still covering his mouth. I reached up and tugged his wrist, and he dropped both hands into his lap.
“Thank you,” he croaked, lips pulled into a tight line. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I don’t want you to say anything,” I said. “Pleasedon’t say anything.”
Thankfully, he didn’t. The silence was louder than a gunshot, and I covered my ears with both hands, bending forward under the weight of it. I didn’t feel strongly about Caspian one way or another, at least that’s what I’d tried to convince myself when I pulled a saw out and made a mess of his father’s hand for the slight.
“Go take a fucking shower, Orion,” Vince said, and I nodded.
Forcing myself to my feet, I shuffled off into the bathroom, still steamy and wet from their earlier use. I stripped out of my clothes, discarding my holster and weapon on the counter. The water was hot as soon as I turned it on, and I rinsed myself under the spray until the blood flaked free of my fingernails and my skin. I switched to soap, then rinsed again, then stayed under the spray with my eyes closed and my forehead pressed against the wall until the water started to cool.
The shower door opened, and I didn’t look. Cold air wafted in and then a dry body against mine that I immediately recognized as Jacob’s. He slid his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder blade.
“That was uncharacteristically romantic of you,” he said, smiling against my skin.
“Shut up,” I grumbled.
“You like him a little now,” he teased.
“I’ll cut your tongue out.”
Jacob chuckled. “You would never.”
Then his hand was busy between my ass cheeks, slick fingers searching for my hole. I didn’t have the energy to tense, and Jacob kissed his way up to the back of my neck.
One finger inside of me, and another.
My knees buckled.
“Vince told me to use lots of lube,” Jacob said next, scissoring his fingers apart and making quick work of prepping me.
“Of course he did,” I murmured.
“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since the night you bandaged my back at the church,” he confessed, notching the head of his slippery and wet cock against my hole. “The shower isn’t ideal but?—”
He trailed off, lifting onto his toes to breach my entrance.
“It’s good,” I choked out, lifting one leg until he responded by curling his fingers around my thigh to hold it up. Seating himself fully inside of me, Jacob groaned and banged his forehead down onto my shoulder. “For now.”
“Jesus, you’re fucking tight. No wonder he’d kill for you.”
I moaned, bracing myself against the wall as Jacob found a slow rhythm that rocked our bodies back and forth. It was nowhere near as rough as I was with him or Vince was with me, but there was no gentleness between us either. The way Jacob handled me was desperately rawand primal in its need. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the shower, and I bit the inside of my cheek to chase after the bit of pain I’d need to get myself off.
I turned my face to the side and Jacob was right there. He crashed our mouths together awkwardly, biting my lip as I reached up to twist and tug at my nipples. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough, the familiar knot of pleasure tightening low in my belly.
“Harder,” I begged into his mouth. “Use me.”
“Useme,” he countered, slamming himself home with one more bruising snap of his hips.
Blood filled my mouth as he sank his teeth into my lower lip and then he groaned, cock thickening inside of me. It was Jacob’s orgasm that sent me after mine, a weak but pleasurable thing that felt more like a blanket than a tidal wave.
The feel of his release and my own rippled through my body until my teeth chattered and my knees trembled, and then Jacob licked where he’d bit, kissed me softly on the corner of my mouth, and pulled out.
“Don’t tell anyone I did it for love,” I said, testing my balance and giving another rinse between my ass cheeks.
“I wouldn’t dare.” Jacob smiled, then left me to finish cleaning up in what was left of the warm water.