“Sorry to interrupt.” He offered Tuck a half-assed smile before turning to me. “Sash, come with me. Iris just got back from her trip. She’s only here for a second and she wants to see you.”
“Oh. Okay. Tuck, sorry I – ”
“Don’t worry about it,” Tuck offered hastily. “I’ll see you soon, anyway, Sash.”
I managed a wave before Max whisked me off. I followed him with a laugh to myself, shaking my head and rolling my eyes because we both knew Iris didn’t exist. She wasn’t a real person. She was Max’s first dog and a code word among the boys – generally used for getting someone out of an unfavorable situation.
“Sorry if you were feeling that guy,” Max finally said as we made it to the renovated men’s locker room. It was mostly finished but still closed to the public. Of course, if Liam and Max visited, they were allowed to use it. “Liam said to have you meet him here once you were done talking.”
“And he made you interrupt us so I’d be done talking soon, didn’t he?”
“Just following the general’s orders,” he smirked.
I laughed. “Well, thank you. I guess. You always end up in the line of fire, don’t you?”
“Yeah. But I don’t mind it,” Max grinned in a way that I had a feeling had to do with Halloween. Then with a kiss on the cheek, he said, “Go shower,” and turned to go as I walked into the locker room.
* * *
The showers at Liam’s gym reminded me of high school with the metal lockers and rough, gritty feeling. The showers at Onyx, however, were more of a spa. The lockers were all wooden and the towels that stacked the glass shelves were all thick, white and plush.
I could hear the pitter patter of just one shower as I walked through in search of Liam. There was something erotic in the sound alone. It came from way far down in this gleaming space that today, was a hundred percent ours. I could feel the heat, too. The thickness of the steam wafted out at me, unfurling over my skin and lulling me into a sense of security that I knew I shouldn’t have considering Liam was pissed. Maybe not at me, but he was pissed nonetheless. I had seen the look on his face when Tuck came close to me. When he touched me, I could see Liam’s fists ball around the weights he was holding. He was practically strangling those things as he watched us from the very corner of his eye. The second Tuck put his hands on my hips, Liam started over to us, but Max held him back and apparently offered to break us up himself.
I was thankful for that.
I trusted Liam. I trusted him to keep his anger in check. But just now, I saw him jealous for the first time in my life. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that it turned me on.
Shaking out my hair, I followed the trail of clothes strewn about the floor that led me to the steamed glass door behind which Liam stood. I could see him fully naked in there – blurred but still defined. I had to grin. Only he was ripped enough to have every back muscle still visible through the fog of a piping hot shower. I watched them twitch and flex as he ran his hands through his hair.
Good God. When I opened the door, the suds were running from his neck down the tapered V of his back, trickling into every ridge and crevice. I let my eyes trail down to the dimples above his perfect ass before meeting his wolfish gaze.
“Mad at me?” The words rolled off my tongue and bounced off the walls in an echo. He smirked.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling me into the shower, my clothes still on.
“Why?” I asked, eyes on his as they gazed down at me, down at the water trickling between my breasts, under my bra. I wet my lips as I felt my stretchy cotton bottoms soak through in seconds. A rumble came deep from Liam’s chest as he turned me around, pressing my breasts up against the tile wall.
“Nothing rational,” he replied, pulling my skintight yoga pants down just under my ass. There was pause as he took in the fact that I had nothing on underneath. I closed my eyes as I felt the flared tip of his cock rub against my opening, already sopping wet and pulsing with the need to feel the rest of him inside me. “Should’ve guessed.”
“Guessed what?” I breathed my question, intoxicated, feeling as if the steam of the shower had us hypnotized.
“That you weren’t wearing panties.”
Without warning, he pushed the length of his shaft inside me. I gasped, lost instantly in bliss. My hands slid up the wet walls, pulsing against the tile with a beat of their
own as I felt my stepbrother slide in and out of me with ease. I moaned as I recalled the memory of him walking past my room two years ago, after that night in the hot tub. “Prude my fucking ass,” he had smirked, lingering in the doorway. “I know why you kept that dress on, babe.”
“You knew,” I whispered, panting hard, letting Liam rip and tear at my tight bra till it was a soaked ring around my waist. His stroke inside me deepened as he growled low in my ear.
“Knew what?”
“That I was ass naked under that white dress,” I gasped, biting my grinning lips as he filled his hands with the softness of my breasts. He squeezed them hard, yanking me back against his every angry thrust inside me. My pussy felt tighter than ever, my thighs bound together by the skintight cotton of my pants still wrapped around my legs.
“Of course I fucking knew,” Liam grunted, his voice like gravel as he hammered against me. “Every single fucking time you walked in front of me,” he thrust between each dirty sentence, “I thought about what you had on underneath. What color. Whether it was cotton or lace stretched nice and tight against that pussy.” I was spiraling out of control now as Liam punished me, fucking me with a fury that heightened by the thrust. With each one, I cried out, his balls slapping against me, the filthy sound echoing the showers in a rhythm. “Such a fucking sweet pussy,” he growled in my ear. “I want everyone to know it’s mine.”
“Liam, they can’t…”
“I want you to tell them. I don’t want to watch another fucking man touch that body in front of me again. I want them to know that body belongs to me.”