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Chapter 2

Hot-Ass Shower

I let my hair down, shaking the silky tendrils loose with one hand, and threw my jacket onto a chair. With curious eyes, I took in our room for the next few days. It was much fancier than I was used to. The daylight bled in from nearly ten bay windows across a balcony, and the in-room living space was decorated with furniture I’d never personally own myself. Expensive and chic. I couldn’t decorate for shit. I preferred simple and functional.

Stealing a sneaky glance at the bed, I noticed very quickly that there was only one. My heart didn’t know how to beat when I realized Phillip probably knew there’d only be one, and he sent me in here with Sloan anyway. It did things to my body and pulse. Made my breaths come faster. A body-wide tremor took hold of me and sent heat colliding with the place between my legs. My skin tingled with the thought of finally doing something I shouldn’t.

But wait, why shouldn’t I? What was stopping me? I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was doing what I wanted. That was the whole point, but it felt a little wrong that I was turned on by the thought of Phillip sending me in here with Sloan; that he’d done it knowing what it meant.

Did he know it’d turn me on, or was this a test? Would I be punished for it? It was surprising how little it bothered me to think Phillip might demand I share every detail, tell him every secret, replicate every act. I might even…like it? Want him to do it? Hope he got off on the idea as much as I was right now?

Fuck. You’re a bona fide nympho, V.

The hair on my arms stood on end, hypersensitive to every movement in the room. I heard his footfalls and steady heartbeat come closer before I felt his heat stroke mine. A breath painted the back of my neck as I swept my hair to one side and dropped my head with it.

Large hands took gentle hold of my waist, and I struggled not to shudder. His gentle fingers caressed my naked arms, teasing my skin to attention. I closed my eyes, and a sigh escaped my mouth when I felt his lips brush along the line of my neck before ghosting away. It wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough. I smothered a groan of disappointment.

Sloan moved around me, his artic eyes raking down my form, claiming every inch with his possessive stare. His lips lifted. I’d only seen that grin of his when we had sex, and it got my pulse racing. He wanted me, too.

Sloan tossed a bag of weapons onto one of the armchairs. Shit. His look promised things. Things I was desperate to have. Things I wouldn’t say no to. Things that meant satiating a different kind of hunger than the one he’d suggested we satisfy earlier. Lust licked at my insides, and I was already wet by the time he closed in on me.

The tension nearly drove me to cursing. I still wasn’t good at this. I couldn’t pretend he didn’t affect me with his touch, his mere gaze. I was two short seconds from begging. But based off the agitated shift in his body and predatory gleam in his eyes, I wasn’t the only one suffering. And that was oddly comforting.

But the asshole wasn’t doing anything. He hadn’t moved any closer. His lips weren’t crashing into mine. He just stared down at me expectantly.

Expecting…what, exactly?

The differences between Sloan and Phillip were oceans apart when it came to moments like these, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. Should I move? Say something? Be different?

Brushing through my hair with shaky fingers, I searched for the bathroom. Maybe this was Sloan’s way of saying we should stop. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself now that we had a room to ourselves. Privacy was pretty much nonexistent these days.

Shit. I’d jumped the gun. I thought for sure he’d put the moves on me without Phillip watching, but I was wrong, and now I was drowning in the shame of it. I blamed my overactive libido.

But if I wasn’t going to have sex today, then I’d sure as hell take a hot-ass shower to soothe the tension. And I’d be loud, too. I’d make the bastard hear what he did to me. Those superior ears of his would catch every movement of my fingers, every stifled moan, every frustrated groan because my own hand would never be enough. And maybe it’d make the considerate asshole think twice. Maybe it’d encourage him to do something.

Yeah, just call me Shameless V.

When I found the door leading to a huge bathroom, I grabbed some fresh clothes and made my way over to it. But just as I neared the door, Sloan intercepted me. Opening my mouth to ask him why, he swiftly cradled my jaw and came down hard on my lips, his tongue working its way inside. His hips rocked into mine, and I grabbed his wrists, moving my mouth eagerly to match his.

Fucking finally!

Relief crashed into me when the other Hunter lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. Our mouths clashed, tasting greedily, always moving and chasing. The grunting Brit set me down on the counter and caught my bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away.

Eyes hooded with lust, I watched as Sloan turned the shower on. It didn’t occur to me that I was about to get wet with the sexy Hunter. I mean, not in the shower sense. How the fuck was I supposed to focus with him and his gorgeous muscle tone covered in water? How would I remember to function at all with every part of him exposed?

Sloan was back in front of me before my thoughts could spiral out of control. He dragged me forward with another forceful kiss until his waist was caught between my thighs. A gasp fled my mouth, but Sloan was already swallowing it into his. And the sexy panic of showering with Sloan was already forgotten by the time his tongue twined with mine.

Like he’d been waiting all day to do it, Sloan removed my pants, then my shirt, and tossed them to the floor. His own came off next. It was an effort not to lick my lips like the shameless hussy I was. But could you blame me? It bore repeating, but this man was an absolute fucking god naked.

The muscles all along his exposed torso shaped and reshaped when he dropped his shirt. The subtle dance of his perfect tone was so goddamn dazzling to watch, and I’d argue impossible to ignore even if muscles weren’t your thing.

As Sloan leaned closer, I gripped the counter, white-knuckled, feeling so unbearably naked with his eyes gliding down my body, taking in every inch. I had my underwear on, but you’d never know it by the way he stared.

“Shower with me, love,” he entreated huskily.

Showers were never going to be the same after this.

My chest hitched, and biting my lower lip, I unhooked my bra. Pushing him away, I leveled a cute look on him, but my heart was hammering. He’d know it, too. Crossing his arms, Sloan stepped back with a sneaky grin.

Fuck, and I struggled for a second not to blush or give myself away. It felt different with him today. It shouldn’t, but it did. I’d stripped plenty of times. I wasn’t a virgin, and this wasn’t my first time with Sloan, but it felt…different. Something had changed. It was a dangerous feeling between my legs with Phillip a room away, aware that I was alone with Sloan, his to kiss and touch. Everything we did here felt more intense than it ever had before, and I couldn’t help but let it get to me.

I threw my bra at him, and the gorgeous jerk caught it with a laugh far too adorable for a killer. Chin lifted, I got to my feet, and his eyes slithered down my body with greedy impatience.

Again, I struggled to keep it together. Sloan didn’t bother to hide how hungry he was or how much he wanted me; he let his expression say what his mouth wouldn’t. If I took too long, he’d take over. And I was almost tempted to taunt him—to see how far I could push the sexy Hunter—but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.

So, I focused on getting out of my panties with a little shimmy and shake. His eyes didn’t leave my body the entire time I undressed. Walking closer, I stroked the waistline of his boxer-briefs, his hardening cock already pressing urgently against the cotton.

“Sure, I’ll go in with you, but only if you’re okay with a really, really hot shower.”

Ugh, even I thought the line was lame. Unfortunately, I didn’t have anything else. All this chick knew were unsexy sexy lines.

Sloan’s amusement glimmered in his ice-blue depths before he hooked his underwear with both thumbs and dragged it down. My gaze dropped to watch, eager to see him the way he’d seen me, but I wasn’t given the chance before he was kissing me again and guiding me back towards the loud spray.

Back fusing with the cold tile wall, water poured down my face and body. I was drenched with a gorgeous Hunter devouring my mouth. Legs quaking, I went to my toes and dragged Sloan down so I could thrust my tongue into his mouth, but he lifted me under the back of my thighs. The sensual slide of his hard flesh against my soft, wet center made his name erupt from my throat.

“Sloan!”

His answering groan and hip thrust washed sensation through my thighs. I grappled his slippery back as he continued to rock his cock into me, the delicious friction nearly taking me over the edge. It was embarrassing how quickly I got there. Head knocking back into the wall, I breathed a feral sound. Sloan teased my exposed neck with his mouth, nipping with every thrust of his hips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to touch you like this, love,” Sloan murmured, the crown of his cock slipping across my wet opening.

Eager, I sunk fingers into his dark hair and gripped handfuls, pulling. The other Hunter groaned and rolled his sinewy waist again, finally pushing his throbbing length inside of me. A cry got caught in my throat. Sensation stormed my body with another hard, upwards lunge. He slipped his hand between us and used his thumb to circle and stimulate my clit.

And it was so fucking good…

As if it was his intention to kill me with pleasure, the other Hunter slammed his hips forward and hit all the right places. My waist worked in an eager swirl over his cock, answering his intensity with my own.

I couldn’t figure out a proper volume, sounding equal parts desperate and unsure. It started as a loud eruption, then dropped down to a whiny whisper. My favorite curses were stringed together with the Hunter’s name. But it wasn’t long before all I could do was plead with him to end the torture—to fuck me the way I needed. I was so damn ready for it. I’d been waiting so long to feel that elusive but entirely euphoric surge.

I’d do anything to have it again.

His answering urgency suggested I needn’t bother begging. We both wanted the same thing.

Sloan kissed me again, sucking on my tongue, then flicking and caressing it in time with his thrusts. He didn’t go slow. It didn’t appear he remembered how to with how desperately he fucked me. Our hips collided loudly, an obscene echo in our ears. He buried his face in my shoulder, biting down, and his muscles worked against mine to drive us both over the edge.

It was as if every nerve in my body was firing, exploding pleasure everywhere he touched. I’d wanted this for so long that I didn’t know how to deal with the overload of stimulation. Something like this could easily destroy me before any enemy out there could.

Sliding up and down the wall, the sounds of our desperate movements resounded in the glass box. I hated how wild I sounded, how loud my moans had become, but what it clearly did to Sloan made it worth the momentary shame.

The usually level-headed Hunter had completely unraveled. His groans and grunts were in my ears as he drove into me faster than any human could. His hands gripped my hips, and he fucked me on his cock with a punishing speed.

I couldn’t get enough of it. This beautiful man had lost control because of me. I’d done this to him, and it gave me such a high. By the way his grunts started to sound frantic, the stuttered slaps of his hips and the almost absent need to say my name, I could tell he was close. But so was I.

I turned and bit his ear, whispering, “I missed this, Sloan. You feel so good.”

Grabbing me around the jaw, Sloan quieted me with a rough kiss and moved his thumb over my clit, probably sensing I was close. “Then come for me, love. Show me how much you missed this.”

I tossed my head back, the stimulation and his words too much to take. My orgasm came swift and hard, sending my body into a full arch. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, hips rocking against the last of the pleasure before the man pressed into me stiffened.

His face was hidden in my neck again, so I couldn’t watch him like I wanted to. I’d force him to let me see him come one of these days. It was such a turn on to see what I did to them, and I never realized how much I got off on it until they made it so I couldn’t.

My legs were quaking like goddamn vibrators by the time Sloan released me. His eyes didn’t leave mine. I knew that look. Fuck. He wasn’t done with me. He wanted more. I anchored myself to the wall, toying with whether or not I’d give in again.

I nearly stumbled, which would’ve been absolute humiliation in front of the man who’d trained me to never let my guard down, but I’d conveniently blame his crazy sex skills if it came down to it.

His arms were already around me, and I blamed him with a little upwards glare. “Good to know I can still make you a little weak in the knees, love. But, have it my way, and you won’t find yourself walking at all.”

This suave bastard was damn good. But not here. The bed. I wanted to see what he could do on his back.

“Sloan—”

Someone rapped on our room door. “You better not leave me with these two devils, V! I swear, I’ll come in there. Don’t make me use one of my stones!” I heard Cash yell from outside our room.

For the first time since I met him, Sloan growled and glared over his shoulder before checking on me again. “There aren’t enough words to express how obnoxious I find that bloody tosser.”

Did Sloan just curse?

I blinked, legs still shaking like I’d never used them before. “Tosser, huh?”

With a roguish smile, Sloan stole a kiss and grabbed some shampoo from a nearby bottle left out by the hotel staff. “Come here, V. I’ll wash your dirty body clean. That wanker can wait.” His eyes glinted. “And if he comes in, I’ll give him the punishment he justly deserves.”

Um, who was this sexy bastard and what’s he done with my Sloan?

Before I could ask who this imposter was, Sloan turned me by the shoulders and shampooed my hair, his fingers working my scalp in a way that was almost as good as sex. I’d all but forgotten my complaints to the amazing pleasure of his head massage.