Page 33 of The Heiress Bride
He was mine first.
His tongue teases along my lips, and my hips jerk, muscles tightening. He gives a wicked chuckle.
“Such a brat,” I murmur, which only makes him laugh harder. “Why does that turn me on?”
He nips his way down my jaw. I brace a hand against the wall because my knees are turning to mush.
“Which part?”
“Your sass.”
A darker chuckle rumbles out of him, and he scrapes his teeth down the column of my neck. Damn. He might as well be doing that to my cock. I feel it in all my most sensitive spots.
A happy mewl swirls around us, and I blink into the humid air. It’s like waking up from a daze. The steady hum of the water against the tile meets my ears along with the soft moans and groans of the lovers behind me.
Gabe runs a hand down the center of my chest. “You tell me.”
Tell him what? I have no idea what we were talking about.
I pull him in for another kiss, turning my head to the side and then sweeping my tongue past his lips. He gasps, grabbing my shoulders. Cheeky bastard isn’t as in control as he wants me to believe.
“All right, champ. What’s your victory prize?” I ask.
“I want to watch you and King make our girl beg.”
I glance over my shoulder at Katie Bird, a question in my eyes.
Her lips quirk up. “So long as he understands I plan on returning the favor.”
“I’m betting on it.”
Stepping away from Gabe, I cup her cheek and duck my head to kiss her lips. Her arms slip around my waist, her nails grazing my skin in spine-tingling patterns.
There’s so much warmth and welcome in her kiss. The quiet strength I’ve come to expect and admire.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says when I lift my head. Those jewel-like eyes are bright, happy.
“What did you need, Beauty?”
“Oh.” She shrugs. “Dinner was ready. But it’ll keep.”
“I turned the stove off,” King murmurs.
“Good.”
“Tip your head back, Wildfire.” King’s voice takes on that deeper, quieter note, and Katherine shivers in my grasp.
She does as he asks, the water showering down, soaking her hair. My hand falls to my side, and I take a step back, enjoying the show. Her skin is hot pink from the heat, and King smoothes his hands over her dark gold tresses, then slides down over her belly. Gabe reaches over his head and grabs a bottle, offering it to King.
He flips the lid and drizzles shampoo over Katherine’s hair, filling the shower with a zesty, fresh scent. I roll my shoulders beneath the hot spray, washing away the day’s worries. Katie Bird holds my gaze, willing me to watch. Her hands glide over her body like the hands of a lover. Smooth, intimate strokes, pausing to cup her breasts, lifting them to me.
My groan bounces off the tile, and my cock demands attention, but I ignore it for the moment, preferring the anticipation.
I reach over Gabe’s head for his fancy-ass bar of soap and lather it between my hands.
Katherine says the mantra of the summer is getting out of our own way, but I think it’s making room for each other. Room, time, and space in our lives and in our hearts. Letting go of the old burdens that held us back and welcoming each other with open arms. Support. Love. Laughter.
Gabe’s eyes follow my hands. His clench andrelease against his thighs, ignoring the rock-hard dick pointing at the ceiling.
