Page 146 of Shattered Pieces

It ended all too fast as we pulled up at Hunter’s and I climbed off to open the garage door for him to ride the bike inside, both of us stripping the riding gear off in the garage once the door was closed, before heading into the house.

“You take the first shower,” he offered, and I wasn’t going to argue since I was the one that had been covered in blood.

I grabbed fresh clothes from the bedroom before shutting myself in the bathroom, and I was only alone for a few minutes before Marco knocked on the door.

“Can I grab your clothes? I’ll have to burn them, just in case,” he said as he cracked the door open.

“I need to get some cheap clothes for these kinds of days. I keep losing all my good stuff,” I grumbled. “They’re on the floor near the sink.”

The glass was fogged enough that he couldn’t see me properly, but tingles still hit me when he paused to watch me for a second as I rinsed my hair.

“You sure you don’t want company?” he asked, making me snicker.

“Nice try.”

“Was worth a shot.”

He collected my clothes and left me alone again, and once I was done and my hair was dried, we switched so he could shower.

I couldn’t lie, I caught myself staring at his abs when he stepped out in a pair of boxers, not just inspecting his tattoos this time. He smirked, knowing what he was doing as he walked past to the closet where he kept a bag of clothes, bringing them over to the couch.

“You’re a perv, you know that?” he stated as he happily stood in front of me, making no move to actually get dressed.

“I just like your ink.”

“And my abs,” he teased, stepping closer. “Go on. Touch them.”

“Now who’s the perv?” I scoffed, reaching up to jab a finger into his side. “Get your naked chest out of my face.”

He only grinned, putting a knee on the couch between my legs and leaning down until I was pressed back into the couch and his face was in mine.

“Still you.”

Why wasn’t I shoving him away? I didn’t even realize my hand had lifted until my fingers trailed over his warm skin, his eyes flashing with heat for a second before he leaned down to brush his lips across my neck. Such a simple touch shouldn’t have been a turn on, but I sucked in a sharp breath as his hand moved to my throat, his fingers very gently sliding across my tender skin as he pressed his mouth to my jaw right by my ear.

My hand slid up further to his chest, and he groaned as his lips and tongue teased my throat as if he was trying to kiss the bruises better.

His skin was so hard and warm under my palm, and it wasn’t until his hand dropped to my thigh that I snapped out of it.

“Stop,” I said quickly, making me cough, a little surprised that he responded immediately and pulled back. “We can’t.”

“Why not? You’re horny, I’m horny, that kind of feels like we can,” he said with a straight face as he studied me.

“Because there’s no way my guys would be okay with you fucking me on Hunter’s couch,” I huffed, my voice breaking and making him sigh.

“It’s probably better I don’t make you scream with that damaged throat anyway. Hang on, I’ll get you some water.”

He headed into the kitchen and returned with some water, handing it over so he could get dressed. My heartbeat was slamming inside my chest, and I sipped the water to try and cool myself down.

I could still feel his mouth on my throat, my eyes sliding to the very large tent in his boxers as he pulled jeans on and tucked himself into them. That surely wasn’t comfortable.

He vanished to the bathroom and my eyes widened when I heard him groan a few minutes later. Had he just gone and jerked off?

“Did you just do what I think you did?” I asked as he returned, and he raised an eyebrow.

“You think I want to walk around with a brick bent in my pants all day? Of course, I dealt with it.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, but the thought of him doing that with me in the other room kind of made my panties even more damp.