Craving (Steel Brothers Saga 1)

I lasted longer this time. But damn, not by much. When my balls tightened, I knew I was about to explode. No condom again, but who the fuck cared? We were both clean, no chance of pregnancy—

“God!” I cried out as I filled her with my semen.

She sighed against my neck. “Yes, Talon, Inside me. Inside me.”

When I finally regained my senses, she was weeping against my neck. Had she even had an orgasm? How selfish was I?

She released her legs from around me, and I set her gently on the shower floor.

“Why are you crying?” I asked.

“Because… Because…”

I wasn’t going to push it. “I’m sorry, Jade. I should’ve let you come first.”

She shook her head. “I don’t care about that.”

“You don’t care if you come?”

“Well, I care.” She bit her lip. “It’s just that…this wasn’t about me, Talon. This was about you.”

Chapter Eleven

Jade

He looked down at me, those brown eyes blazing. The shower still pelted us with droplets of water. I blinked the wetness out of my eyes.

Was he going to get weird again now that he was done? What was he thinking? I could ask, but I wouldn’t get a direct answer.

Since I didn’t know what else to do, I grabbed my shampoo off of the bath shelf. I hadn’t washed my hair or my body yet. I was still warming up when he’d walked in on me. I squeezed a good amount into my palm, rubbed it between my hands, and smoothed it over my wet hair.

“Let me do that for you.” Talon threaded his strong fingers through my hair and massaged the shampoo into my scalp.

I trembled, nearly losing my footing. Such a tender thing from someone who didn’t seem to have much tenderness to give. Or maybe he had a lot of tenderness to give but just didn’t know how to give it. Seven years with Colin, and he had never washed my hair. We’d taken our share of showers together over the years, but that was only to fuck. We washed ourselves.

I closed my eyes and let his magic fingers take me to another world. He continued massaging, slowly but firmly, and kept at it long after my hair was clean. The suds dripped over my forehead and into my eyes. Now I couldn’t open my eyes without rinsing off my face first. But I had no desire to open my eyes as long as he was massaging me.

Finally, he turned me around so I was facing the pelting water, pushed my head slightly down, and rinsed my hair. A few moments later, he turned me back around and toweled off my eyes with the edge of a soft bath linen.

More tenderness. Next, he squirted some conditioner into his hand, rubbed his hands together, and smoothed it over my hair, making sure to get it all over the ends.

I couldn’t help a small smile. I picked up the shampoo and squirted some more into my hand. “Now you.”

“That’s okay.”

“Please. I want to. Let me.”

He was so tall that I had to stand on tiptoe to give him as good a massage as he had given me. As if reading my mind, he bent his knees slightly, and I was able to thoroughly wash his hair. So thick, such a rich dark brown, almost black. His eyebrows were thick and black also, but perfectly shaped, no unibrow in sight. Did he have them waxed? The image of rugged Talon with little wax strips on his brows made me smile. Clearly he didn’t manscape. His chest was perfect—just enough dark hair that he looked like a man. I looked down to the thick black bush surrounding his cock. Nope, no manscaping needed. He was perfect just as he was.

When he bent over, I rinsed his hair and then dried his eyes as he had mine. Next, we each took some body wash and rubbed it all over each other, scrubbing ourselves clean together.

“Done?” I asked.

He nodded. I turned off the water, tossed him a towel, and grabbed one for myself. I wrapped it around my body as I always do and then took another one, making a turban out of it to dry off my hair. He simply toweled his hair dry, and it fell in wet waves against his neck.

He was so beautiful. Those dark eyes—I could look into them forever and never tire of them.

I shook my head. “Well, I have to get ready for work.”