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If this was how Nero felt about Felix all the damn time, I wasn’t sure I wanted it. Pining over Jack was not part of my plan.
In fact, nothing having to do with Jack Grayson was part of my plan.
You just keep telling yourself that.
My subconscious needed to shut the fuck up. Yes, I wanted Jack to tie me to the bed and fuck me until I couldn’t breathe, but that couldn’t happen. Not now that I knew he was my fated mate. Not if opening that door meant I might have to spend the rest of my life with him.
Of course, thinking about that night in Colombia had me hard as a rock. I could worry about my connection to Jack later. Right now, I needed a shower and to rub one out. Then, I needed to track down something to eat. That would get my head on straight.
I tossed my clothes and Jack’s towel, which I’d stolen to be petty—walking through the halls of Reuben’s house naked was the least he could do after drawing blood—on the neatly made bed in the center of the room and slipped into the bathroom. The space was modern, just like what I’d seen of the rest of the house. A long vanity with two polished stainless-steel sink bowls resting on top of it stretched along one side of the room with a long mirror above them. The taps for the sinks came out from the wall right under the mirror and were also polished to a high shine. The toilet was just inside the door, separated from a glassed-in shower by a tile wall the same deep russet color of the stone surrounding the saltwater spring. Silver fixtures, including a rain showerhead, gleamed on the other side of the glass.
Reaching around the glass wall, I flipped on the taps, twisting each knob until I got the exact temperature I wanted. The shower area filled with steam, and I stepped under the spray. In my orca form, I loved to swim in cold water, but in my human form, nothing beat a hot shower. They had been in short supply when I was in the military, and while I’d typically stayed in marginally nicer places while working ops for Alex, a hot shower was still my favorite little luxury.
I let the water slide over my body, and my muscles started to relax. Visions of Jack in both his human and shark forms swimming through the spring flashed behind my closed eyelids, making my dick throb. The shower was taking care of one need, and my soap-slick fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft were on their way to taking care of the other.
Tomorrow, I’d figure out a way to get myself off without thinking about Jack, but today, I let the highlight reel from all the times we’d fucked around over the last eighteen months play on a loop, his whisper in my ear telling me I’d been so good for him as he left me in Colombia the image that sent me over the edge, his name falling from my lips as my cum washed down the drain.
CHAPTER
FOUR
JACK
“Goddamn it.”My curse echoed off the stone around me as I realized Cal, that fucking shit, had taken my towel when he’d left. Any remorse I’d temporarily felt over getting too close to him with my teeth evaporated into thin air.
He was going to pay for this. I didn’t know how or when, but I would get him back.
The walk back to my room wasn’t that long, and I knew from my last visit that Reuben had a suite on the other side of the house, and Amanda’s room was over there too. There was little chance I’d run into anyone, and even if I did, everyone in the house, at least as far as I knew, was a shifter too, so my nudity wasn’t something that was going to put anyone’s knickers in a knot.
I was halfway to my room when Reuben rounded a corner, holding a large tray. It started to slip from his hands as he startled at my sudden appearance, and I reached out to stop it, which meant flashing my junk at our host.
My revenge on Cal would be swift and brutal.
“Jack! So sorry it took me so long to put this together. I was hoping to catch you both by the pool.”
“It’s no problem. Cal was pretty tired, so he went back to his room. I’m happy to take that tray off your hands, though.”
Reuben’s eyes narrowed for a second like he was seeing something on my face he didn’t know how to interpret, but instead of flinching under his scrutiny, I let him look.
“I had hoped to talk with both of you, but I understand you’re probably exhausted after traveling all day. We’ll catch up tomorrow.” He passed the tray off to me and turned on his heel, heading back the way he’d come. Halfway down the hall, he paused and looked over his shoulder. “Let’s reconvene in my office at nine tomorrow.”
I nodded, and he smiled before continuing on his way, this time whistling a tune that echoed off the stone around him.
If I’d learned one thing about Reuben during my last visit, it was that he was a little… eccentric. I expected borderline odd behavior, but something about this particular encounter was the tiniest bit unsettling. Shrugging the strange sense of foreboding off, I balanced the tray and headed back toward my room.
The second I stepped over the threshold, I heard the water running. Cal was obviously in the shower, but the idiot had left the door on my side of the bathroom open.
“Cal?” I didn’t expect him to hear me over the shower, but I tried calling his name again anyway. “Cal?”
Approaching the door, my hand already extended to grab the knob and jerk the door closed, I caught sight of Cal’s reflection in the mirror. The glass enclosing the shower was barely fogged, and I could see his naked body in all its gorgeous glory. Yes, I’d just seen him naked less than an hour ago, right before he dove into the pool, but this was different.
Especially since he had his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking fast, the fat purple head peeking past his fingers with every pass. His eyes were closed, and the hand that wasn’t working his cock was pressed against the tiled wall. The musclesin his arm and back bunched as he fucked into his fist, and my dick instantly reacted, going rock hard so fast it almost made me dizzy.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I knew the last thing I needed to do was stand there and watch, but I couldn’t look away.
So I didn’t.
I watched, transfixed, as he bent his elbow to the wall and rested his head on his forearm. I watched as his body tensed just like I knew it did right when he was on the very edge of orgasm. And I watched as his cum hit the tile wall, a name falling from his lips on a ragged gasp.
