Page 130 of Their Cruel Play
How did she know they would sneak in last night? She talked about other nights when she wasn’t here. Does she assume I’m that reckless or that the guys are?
I must doze a little because when my alarm rings again, Luke’s arm loosens as he rolls to his back. I grab my phone and shut the alarm off.
“So, we probably shouldn’t shower together.” I meet his pale eyes. It’s one thing to creep around and have sex and sleep together. But it’s weird if my mom knows he slept here and then we have sex. It’s like I’m taking advantage of her.
Sliding off the bed, Luke grabs me and lifts me against him.
“Put me down,” I whisper.
“Not happening, princess. We snoozed. We both need a quick shower, so let’s get it done.” He pushes the bathroom door open with his foot and releases me as he closes the door.
“Luke...” I’ve got to talk some sense into him. But how do I reason with him when every inch of him is perfectly molded muscle?
He turns on the shower and then backs me against the wall with his hands on either side of my head. Fuck, I love this feeling of being vulnerable to him. Did they make me crave this or was this already something programmed in me?
His hard cock stretches his boxers, and the bruise on his side still looks nasty. I tip my head up, and our eyes collide. My heart beats a little harder, a little wilder.
When he captures my lips, any resistance I might have had melts. He grabs my tank top and lifts it until he releases my mouth to tug it over my head. He recaptures my mouth as his warm chest presses against mine.
I moan into his mouth. I’m helpless to resist him. My nipples harden into tight achy peaks. His hands push my shorts and panties down as mine work on his boxers. When he lifts me, I wrap around him.
“Your mom stopped me last night and wanted to look over my bruise.” He sets me on my feet in the shower, handing me the shampoo bottle. I fill my hands and hand it to him. As he puts shampoo in his hands, I raise up on my toes and shampoo his hair.
Our wet bodies slide against each other, making tingles float through me.
“Go on.” I try to say casually but my voice deepens with desire.
Gently, he lathers my hair. “She checked my side and my head.”
He releases a sigh as I push him back into the water so we can rinse. When we step back, I grab the conditioner and pour a little in my hand and then more in his for my hair.
“She said she expects to find one of us in the guest bedroom when she gets home at six in the morning.” His fingers linger in my hair, rubbing the conditioner in the strands. He stills, and his eyes capture mine. “She remembers me.”
I tip my head. “Remembers?”
He drops his hands to my hips. “When I was a kid, probably whatever nanny I had brought me into the ER when my father took things too far.”
Feeling his tension, I massage the back of his neck. He closes his eyes as he leans into my touch.
“Your mom said when she tried to say something, they stopped letting her work on me.” His blue eyes find mine. “I didn’t think anyone cared.”
I can imagine my mom fighting for any child. “I care.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re too soft. You care about us when we set out to use you.”
“Are you still using me, Luke?” I ask softly as I maneuver us back under the water to rinse.
He tips his head back and rinses out his hair before changing sides so I can get my hair rinsed. His fingers work through my hair to help. They’re strong and soothing.
He grabs my soap and lathers it in his hands. “Would you believe me if I said no?”
My heart skips a little. There’s something vulnerable in his eyes as he washes me. His bare hands stroking over my body. Awareness trickles through me with everywhere his hands touch.
“Yes, because you don’t lie to me.” I grab the soap and quickly get to work on scrubbing him down. But I take my time to work on his chest and abs and stroking his hard cock with my soapy hands.
By the time we’re finished, we’re both panting. His eyes have darkened. He draws me under the water to rinse off before backing me against the wall. He lifts my legs and I wrap around him again. I need him, crave him.
He stills against me.
