Page 55 of Theirs for the Holidays

“What are you doing?” His voice is gruff, and it makes my breath catch. He doesn’t sound angry or disgusted just… rough around the edges.

And I have no idea how to respond to him. Because again—seems pretty obvious what I was doing. I don’t know what more I can say to explain it or what answer he’s looking for.

“You’re not done yet,” he says, and that startles me into looking at him with wide eyes.

“What?” I manage to squeak out.

“You heard me. Finish what you started.”

My heart slams to a stop in my chest and then starts up again, beating a furious rhythm. My mouth drops open in pure shock. He can’t possibly… Does he mean he wants me to…

As if he can read my mind, Rhett nods, his gaze still locked on me. He folds his arms, standing there in the doorway like he plans to settle in and stay awhile.

It feels like my brain has been knocked off its tracks in the surprise of this moment, but my body isn’t taking as long to catch up. My pussy clenches around the toy still buried inside me, and that reminds me of how close I’d been to coming before the sudden interruption. Heat rises in me again, and arousal tries to win out over the embarrassment that doused the fire for a while.

Because there’s something about the way Rhett’s voice sounds, the way he’s looking at me. Something that makes me helpless to do anything but obey him.

Swallowing hard, I let my body take over. I rock forward a little and then push back on the dildo again. Sparks fly over my sensitive nerves, catching and spreading. A soft noise spills out of me as I start moving again, fucking myself on the toy just a bit.

Rhett’s eyes go darker. “Good,” he says. “Don’t stop.”

My clit throbs, my entire body aware and lit up. It’s like I can feel his eyes on me like a physical thing, the heat in his gaze washing over my skin and making goosebumps break out. All the passion I was feeling before is coming back in a rush, and I lick my lips.

“Close the door,” I whisper to him, incredulous that those words are coming out of my mouth. But any part of me that might have been yelling that this is a bad idea has been thoroughly silenced by the roar of pure need and desire that’s taking over.

Something shifts in Rhett’s expression, and he steps inside, closing the door behind him. Now it’s just the two of us in here, in the warm air, thick with humidity and my arousal.

He moves a bit closer to the shower, his eyes boring into me like he can see right through me. “Keep going,” he orders, and I do, rocking a bit faster. Every time the head of the dildo hits me just right, deep and intense, I moan a little, and Rhett doesn’t look away for a second, like he’s determined to drink in every moment of this.

“Is this what you do every time we’re not here?” he asks. “You get yourself off like this?”

I shake my head, fucking myself on the dildo. “No. No, it’s just today,” I gasp out. “I just… needed it.”

Rhett’s jaw clenches. “I’ve heard you. At night.”

My stomach flips. I thought I was being quiet, but I guess not quiet enough. “Rhett?—”

He cuts me off. “I’ve heard you in your room, whimpering my brothers’ names. Lennox and Sawyer both.”

Fuck. There’s not even anything I can say to argue that because he’s right. Between the dream about Lennox and what happened with Sawyer at the bakery, they’ve been going in circles on my mind lately.

“I’ve been listening,” Rhett admits, his voice dropping into something like a growl. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say my name. I’ve been wanting to hear it.”

“Oh.” My movements stutter a bit at that revelation. He seems… jealous. I wouldn’t have thought Rhett felt that emotion, considering how he’s always holding himself apart from everyone else, but knowing that he heard me and that he wanted me to say his name just makes me blush even more. Because I have touched myself to thoughts of him too, of course I have. But I must have stifled those noises better that time than the others. So he doesn’t know.

“Do you think about me too?” Rhett asks, moving in even closer, until he’s filling the space between the shower and the counter and all I can see is him.

I nod, biting my lip.

“Show me,” he orders. “Show me what you think about. How much you want it.”

Any other time, this would be humiliating, but right now, it’s just hot as fuck. Every part of me burns as I work myself back on the dildo, rolling my hips so the head hits just right where I want it. My breath comes out in pants and gasps, and I don’t look away from Rhett for a second.

“Good girl. Touch yourself. Touch yourself like you do in your room when you think no one can hear you.”

And god, that really should be embarrassing, but my hands have a mind of their own. One slides up, cupping my breast firmly, and the other drifts down between my legs, working between them to my pussy, soaked and dripping now.

I do what he says, circling my clit with two fingers the way I do when I’m lying in bed, thinking about being touched. It’s enough to have me moving closer to the edge, getting more and more turned on, but not enough to send me over. Just a light touch to make the flames of my arousal burn higher.