Twisted (Steel Brothers Saga 8)

Then I collapsed on top of her, a sweaty mess.

We lay there for a few moments, both breathing rapidly. I finally moved to relieve her of my weight. She was gleaming, covered in perspiration, her hair sticking to her forehead and shoulders.

She’d never looked more beautiful.

I waited. And waited.

Waited for her to return my sentiment. To say the words I wanted to hear.

She remained silent.

I wouldn’t pressure her. After all, I was her first relationship…ever. But one way or the other, she’d be moving in with me. For her own safety. It had nothing to do with how I felt about her.

That was a bald-faced lie.

These feelings were so new to me. During the few years that Anna and I were together, we’d spent many nights here, in this very bed. But never had I imagined her staying forever, moving in. Of course she’d never needed my protection either.

We still didn’t know who had texted Ruby and told her not to go home tonight. Yes, it could have been a hoax, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

I was wet with perspiration. “Shower?” I said to her.

She chuckled. “Yeah. Good idea.”

I got up and pulled her off the bed and into my embrace. I held her for a moment, enjoying the warmth of our bodies, and then I led her into my bathroom. I got out a couple of clean towels and handed one to her.

Her cheeks had turned red.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just… I’ve never showered with a guy before.” She looked to her feet. “I mean, I know I’ve used your shower before.”

She had. She’d awoken in the middle of the night after a bad dream, and I’d found her in my shower, scrubbing herself raw.

“If you want, you can shower first. I’ll leave you alone.” I smiled.

“No, of course not. I don’t know why I even said that.” She hung her towel on the shower door and opened it. “Let’s do this.”

I couldn’t help a laugh. She sounded like a cop getting ready to investigate a crime scene. I gave her a few seconds to get used to the water, and then I entered behind her. Her long hair was pasted to her back in an onyx sheath. So gorgeous. I grabbed my Mane ’n Tail—yes, I used horse shampoo. What was good enough for Sergio was good enough for me—and squirted a liberal amount onto my palm, much more than I used for myself. Ruby had a lot more hair than I did.

“Come here.” I turned her around to face me and spread the shampoo into her hair.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Are you crazy? I want to. Your hair is a work of art.” I lathered it into her scalp and then pulled it through to her ends. “I might not have even used enough.”

She smiled. “It’s plenty.”

I continued to massage her scalp and then pushed her back into the shower stream to rinse her head. The trickles of water rivered down her beautiful body, and I was hard again.

Damn.

Without so much as a thought, I lifted her, turned around so her back was against the shower wall, and shoved my cock into her once more.

Every time was more amazing than the last. Every time I felt something new with this woman. This time, as our wet bodies slid against each other, a new sensation—something foreign and unsettling but deeply arousing—surged through me.

It wasn’t love. I already felt that. It wasn’t passion or desire. I was well acquainted with those around Ruby. Yet this emotion contained all three of those and more. It was almost an ache. Emotion so pure and strong that it hurt, but in a good way.

I embraced it, thrust myself into her body as she pressed her dripping breasts into my chest.