Page 51 of Frost Bitten
Sighing, I resign myself to the fact that I did all I could do on the exams and head back to my Jeep. On the drive over to Bast’s, I consider my options. Regardless of how well, or poorly, I did on the exams, I can’t register for next semester. Either Jason will have me, or I have to figure out how to fix my transcripts. I’m still hoping for a miracle, thathewill slip up and get caught somehow, but I can’t bank on it. Mom and Lily have to be protected, so if I have to, I’ll do it. Lily doesn’t deserve to know her father is a predator, and Mom – I can’t let Mom feel the guilt. And I definitely don’t want her to get hurt, either.
I pull around back and into the garage since Bast gave me an opener. They had an extra spot, so he lets me park inside when I come over, so I don’t have to get out in the cold weather. I enter the downstairs level and head to Corey’s room. I’m probably going to nap and wait for him, but I really want a warm shower. Something about being done with school, at least for the time being, has brought a chill to my bones.
I drop my bag on the other side of the bed and strip all the way down, placing all the clothes on top of my bag. Entering the bathroom, I turn on the shower to start heating up the water, grab a towel from the linen closet, and lay it on the closed toilet. I take a moment to toss my hair up into a messy bun before I step inside the tiled cubicle to wash away the day.
Grabbing Corey’s body wash, I lather a washcloth while I step back into the spray. The warmth from the water cascading onto my shoulders and down my body pulls the stress from the day and a groan from my lips. I sigh and relax into the heat, holding the washcloth away from my body to not rinse the suds before I’m ready for them. As my mind slowly releases the tension, I can’t help but think of my guys. Corey and Bast have been so kind, caring for me in all the ways they can think. Bringing me food, being there for a snuggle, and Bast even baked cookies with me last weekend when Mom went grocery shopping with Lily. I’ve slept with both guys since, and while Corey is up for whatever, I’m glad I’ve been able to relax a bit more.
Bast and I… whew. I get flustered thinking about the things he’s introduced. He wanted to bring bondage in, but I told him I wasn’t ready for that because of the tape Jason used. We discussed that when I was ready, we could utilize something strictly for show – that I’d be able to get out of it, and we’d communicate and go slow. He even offered to test just letting scarves hang from my wrists, and work up to whatever, but he did insist learning to trust, to let go of control completely, would be freeing for me. I immediately told him that was something I’d have to think about. Still, the thought of being able to let go completely intrigues me… if I ever become able to release the stress of that.
Damn, now thinking of Bast working my body over has me aching and needing a release. I turn and grab the shower handle, removing it from the holder and spraying the cold tile to warm it up. Replacing the handle, I turn back and lean against the tile. Adding pressure and dragging it up my body, I bring the coarse washcloth to my hip. I wash with an indulgent pace, enjoying the way my body reacts to the material scrubbing across my skin. I bring the cloth up, under one of my breasts, around the outside, and up to my chest.
As I draw the cloth down across my front, my mind is drawn to something Dominic said. What was it? We were chatting on the phone one night while Mom worked late, and sex came up. At first, it was a bit awkward, but he mentioned an explicit joke or something, and it had to do with forcing orgasms. I was shocked at the time, and he went into how he recently learned some things that he was researching about dominance. Immediately, my mind flashed to Bast, and I was glad he couldn’t see me for this conversation. He then went into how it could be used as a reward or punishment. Recalling that part of the conversation, I squirm, and when the rough material of the washcloth brushes against my sensitive nipple, a gasp escapes me.
I lean my head back against the tile and enjoy running the cloth over the tender nubs. I’m imagining all of these guys I’m into – Corey, Bast… Dom is in that group, too. Even Cameron, if he can get over his own damage. Granted, I’m not one to talk, but my damage is much more recent.
I can imagine them all surrounding me, bringing me to the edge. Oooh, edging. I could do that. Maybe. But then I think about Corey kissing my neck from behind and his hands on my breasts, while Bast is to my left, his hand wrapped in my hair, controlling my mouth in a searing kiss. Dom is on the other side of me, and I’ve got my hand wrapped around his impressive cock, while Cam is on his knees, face planted between my legs.
Fuck, I’m panting at this point. I use my hand to mimic what I imagine Cam’s tongue would feel like, and it’s not long until I’m writhing from pleasure. A whimper pours from my lips as I ride the edge of ecstasy. I drop the washcloth and use that hand to pinch a nipple. I gasp and pinch the other one, and as I’m about to tip over the edge, I hear a noise and look up.
Cameron appears in the doorway of the bathroom, halting his steps as he takes in the scene. I’m too far gone, and since part of the fantasy that got me here was about him, I keep going regardless of him watching me.
I cry out in pleasure, moving my fingers from my clit and inserting them to ride out the waves with g-spot sensations since I don’t have my vibrator with me here. The pulses of my cunt as I’m coming down remind me of my inspiration, standing stock still in the doorway.
“Well, that looked fun,” he grunts, voice husky and rough. I can only nod as I bite my lip. I move away from the wall to rinse the suds from my body, and I see Cam turn to leave. At the last second, he pauses and pivots his head back slightly. “Was that for me? Were you thinking of me? Or them?”
I clear my throat before saying, “Both?”
His head drops forward before I witness him adjust his cock in his jeans. He hurriedly leaves the room after that, and I can’t help but wonder if this will push him over the hurdle that’s holding him back. I haven’t fully forgiven him, but he needs to open himself up to me if I’m going to be able to.
CAM
Goddamn it. Of course, I had to walk right into Corey’s bathroom. I don’t know why I thought it was Corey. I mean, I knew he had been out on a run; his truck sat parked in the driveway, but I knew he’d be out longer.
I went to open the door to tell him I wanted to go out tonight, and of all the fucking people I could walk in on, it wasCait.The steam clouded my view, and I didn’t notice anything until I went to say something, and the smooth, seductive sound of her moan startled me. When I looked closer, I could see her pale skin through the glass door; the water made her body shimmer and glisten, and watching her get herself off was absolute torture. I wanted to be in there; I wanted to be the one to make her come apart beneath me. To taste the skin behind her ear as she screams my name. To give her something to dream about, since she insists she dreams of me.
When I asked her if she got herself off to thoughts of me or my brothers, and she answered both, I just hung my head. My dick ached at the thought of working her over with my brothers’ help, but I just don’t know if I’m ready for it.
I left the bathroom and quickly walk out of the house. The cool weather outside helps shock my body under control because there is nothing else I want to do but take my cock out and jack off to the mental image of her fingers where they should be. But no. No. I can’t. Not after what she went through. Fuck, and it was because I made the guys leave her. I don’t deserve to get off to those images. I can’t help doing that nightly, anyway. Even attempted to call for a hookup, but that didn’t work out. The chick couldn't blow me because I couldn't get it up.
I decide to go clean out my car, just to do something with my hands to distract me. I have to keep my car in pristine condition, otherwise, I go nuts. And I’m already on the verge right now, so at least I can do something to hold it off further. As I’m moving the tool bag and jack around in the trunk, Dom pulls up. Gah, I don’t want to talk, but I’m actually a little curious about his current status with the woman I can’t get out of my head.
“Hey, man,” I greet as he approaches.
“Hey,” he says, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “How have you been? Have you trained yet today?”
“Yeah, I was here at five this morning, since I couldn’t sleep. And I’ve been better. I actually had a question for you.”
“Sure,” he replies. “What’s up?”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I was curious about how you’ve been with this whole Cait thing.”
Dom’s eyebrows shoot up, surprise washing over his face. “Why? I’m doing alright, what’s it to you?”
“No offense, bro,” I say, de-escalating his initial response. “I’m starting to think I can’t avoid her because I do like her. It seems like everywhere I turn, there she is. I just went in to talk to Corey after his run, and I accidentally walked in on her in the shower. She didn’t seem bothered by my presence… I mean, I was stunned for a moment. The girl is fucking fire, so goddamn hot, and she was evidently getting herself off to the thought of all four of us. She told me when I asked her if she was thinking about you three, or me. Fuck, dude. I walked away. I couldn’t do anything but walk away.”
“I mean, that was probably wise,” he says, slightly amused. “But are you into trying to work this out?”
“I think I want to try. But do you think she’ll forgive me? We’ve been getting to know each other since the drive home from your cabin. We talked on the way, and then we’ve been texting daily. She even told me that day she was interested in me. I was thinking of asking her if she’d hang with me one day, but I just don’t know if I’m getting my hopes up, because I completely screwed her over, and I don’t know how she’s even talking to me.”
