Unbroken

Thirty-Six

Skye

That was—

Wow.

That was just—

I couldn’t even think, I was so scatter-brained.

“You need help?” Leo asked as I disentangled from them. For a while there, I’d had my leg draped over Hunter’s sexy hips as Leo wrapped his muscled arm around me, chest plastered to my back.

We were a sticky mess.

It was so hot and comforting to be devoured by their scent and touch. I didn’t want to move an inch.

But I needed to clean myself up because I was distinctly aware I was covered in come and blood. I’d caught sight of the red-stained sheets after we’d come down from our high, and I felt a little conscious of it.

“The blood,” I whispered vaguely, face flushing as I sluggishly climbed over him and to the edge of the bed. His hand shot to my arm, and he helped me along. I stood on wobbly legs and, for a moment, as I wavered there unbalanced, I thought it was a bad idea to be out of bed so soon. My pussy…it was raw, and yet…it was still teasing me with pleasurable aftershocks. Every step made me wish I was getting touched again as my folds rubbed against each other.

What was wrong with me?

Was this normal?

As Leo led me to the bathroom, I glanced over my shoulder at Hunter. His eyes were already on mine, and they were loaded with a heavy emotion. My heart jumped, and I felt that heat in me grow. He said nothing as I disappeared inside. Leo blasted the shower on and helped me into the stall, adjusting the water so that it was lukewarm and pleasant. He watched me as I slowly stepped under the spray, his lips bunching up to one side. “You washing off our come, sweetness?”

My skin broke out with goosebumps, his words so fucking vulgar.Who was this man? I loved the way my body responded to him. I ran the water over myself, staring back at him. “You can’t possibly expect me to sleep in it.”

He groaned deep in his throat, his eyes running over me slowly. “What if that’s what we want you to do?”

My cheeks flushed as I timidly said, “I would do it. I’d do anything for you two.”

I really would.

I couldn’t describe how delicious I felt—how naughty they made me feel. It was easy to let go, to keep that shell open, when they were so vocal about their longing for me.

They thought I was beautiful.

They thought I was sexy.

I never felt it more than being here at the cabin.

Leo’s expression softened, but he didn’t respond as I ran the body wash along my skin. He looked equally as needy as I did. He watched me intently, and then suddenly he was in the shower too, towering over me. He came up behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist as he ran a loofah down the front of my body. I found Leo’s body clicked in well with mine. He was tall, still made me feel little in his arms, but he wasn’t as massive as Hunter was getting. He washed my body with such tenderness, I felt my pulse quicken. Leo always made me feel cherished.

“Did that feel good, Skye?” he whispered.

I swallowed, nodding. “Yes.”

“Are you hurt?”

I shook my head. “Just a little sore.”

He kissed along my shoulder. “You felt so good, sweetness.”

His length hardened, prodding at my back. My body tingled, my desire still thick and…wanting. “I want to feel Hunter,” I admitted just then, quietly.

He continued kissing me, his hands now cupping my breasts, lightly rubbing his thumbs along my nipples. He sent my body into a frenzy. “You know where he is.”