Page 24 of Indigo

Fuck me.

My brain short-circuits as I try to choose a path to follow with my eyes. The delicate curve of her shoulders? The hint of cleavage disappearing down the towel? The shapely legs and delicate feet?

“I can’t do it,” she confesses.

Nash clears his throat. “What can’t you do?”

“Go in. It’s cold.”

“It’s just for a second,” Cassidy says.

She bites her fat bottom lip, and I want to die. Die by her hands, die for her, die in peace knowing I belong to her.

“It’ll feel like an eternity when I go in.”

“Do you want to leave it?” Nash asks. “I have other stuff here—”

“No. I just need help. Can I trust you?”

The question lies heavy on the floor between the four of us. All I want is for her to trust us, and just the insinuation that she might gets me harder than ever before. Is that normal? I don’t only desire the sexy parts of her. Her attitude is a turn-on, her brain and stubbornness.

“What do you have in mind?” Cassidy asks when Nash and I can’t answer.

“If I can trust you not to touch me inappropriately, I’d like help getting in and keeping me there for as long as necessary.”

My eyes fall close, and words fail me. Of course I won’t ever touch her without consent, and at this point we also agree not to touch her at all because it might be the heat talking. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fucking die if I help her bathe.

“Come on, we can help,” Nash is insane enough to answer for us.

He moves to the bathroom, and she nods, coming in a little farther and turning back to the tub with a worried gaze.

“It’s not a big deal,” she whispers, and I don’t know if she means the cold water or getting naked in front of us.

“What do you want us to do here?” Cassidy asks.

It’s good that my packmates are asking the important questions because sure as fuck my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth. Does she want me to physically grab her and drop her in the water? Do I need to keep her there too if she struggles? I don’t think I’m capable of doing that.

Thankfully, that’s not what I had in mind. “The peer pressure helps. If my mind goes blank, you let me know when it’s time to stand and get me the towel.”

She gives the instructions without looking at us, her eyes still focused on the water, but the clock is ticking, and the ice is melting. I lick my lips to point it out when she drops the towel.

Beautiful soft curves, small waist, and a mouthwatering ass blind me for a second there. An inhuman sound comes out of my throat before I have the chance of holding it together. My vision wavers, and I have to hold the banister so as not to fall to her feet.

My head swims, all the blood in my body goes straight to my cock, and I stand there like an absolute idiot as she lifts one leg, intending to get into the water, but because she can’t even dip a toe, she changes her mind and shakes her head.

“It’s really cold.”

She turns, giving me a glance of her dusty pink nipples, and all thoughts run from my head. There’s not enough air in the room. I’m about to fucking faint like an idiot.

Indigo shakes her head, grimacing and talking herself into the whole ordeal. Her skin glows with the sweat from her heat. You’d think she wanted nothing more than to dunk into cold water.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound, and we continue in this torture for however long until I break. I march to her, hands balled into a fist by my side until I’m within reach to place them on her waist.

Indigo yelps, her big eyes watching me in surprise, and with one quick move, I lift her and place her over the bath. Her jaw drops, and I think she’s going to curse me out, but her hands grip my shoulder, and I lift my eyes to her.

“Ready?”

She nods, clearly terrified, but I don’t let her think about it for a second longer. I move my hand from her waist to her back, and tip her back. She goes easy, and finally I’m able to make her sit in the water, completely submerged. She hisses when the cold water hits her skin. I do the same. Even though it’s just my arms, it’s cold as fuck.