Page 68 of Fire Bird

I smile down at him as his hands roam up over my stomach. When they reach my waist, he spins me around, then stands and spanks my ass so hard the sound makes me yelp. “In the shower,” he growls. “Now.”

Eagerly, I step into Rev’s tub and stand under the stream of hot water. When Mack joins me, I rub his beard to free it of the blood stains, then pull his face to mine and kiss him.

Before I can ease my hand down between us and take hold of him, Mack spins me around to face the cool, tiled wall. With one swift, practiced movement, he’s inside me, hooking my leg up to balance my knee on the side of the bath. He holds me still, pressing the weight of his chest into my back, then reaches for the shower head.

For a moment, he simply washes me with it; moves it over my back, and down my arms, and over my hips, all while his dick remains perfectly still inside my cunt.

Then he jerks my hips back, making room for his hand to move in front of me. He changes the setting on the shower head. The pressure stings my inner thigh. “Where do you want it?” Mack whispers as he finally moves inside me; easing out, pausing, then ramming back in with a force that makes me hum.

“You know where I want it, Daddy.”

At the sound of the word daddy on my lips, Mack sighs heavily and scrapes his teeth along my bare, wet shoulder. He presses the jet of water to my clit, holding me close, running his spare hand up and down my body while the other moves the shower in tantalizing circles.

I orgasm hard, grab the shower head, and pull it from his hand because the pressure is too much. The water sprays up onto the ceiling, covering the bathroom and our faces with its mist. I reach for the taps, but Mack holds me in place. “You’re not going anywhere until you come again,” he growls.

His fingers arrive at my clit. The bathroom is soaking wet. Mack puts his hand around my throat and tilts my head up so I’m looking at him.

He thrusts into me as he says, “Did Sam tell you what I did to him in the woods?”

My knees almost buckle. I knew something happened between the two of them. “No,” I moan, bracing my hands against the wall.

“I wrapped my hand around his cock,” Mack says breathlessly. “Held it tight against my own. Both of us, in my hand.”

Another moan flutters from my lips as Mack teases my sensitive core with both his dick and his fingers.

“We came at the same time, then Sam licked it from my fingers.”

“Holy stars, Mack…” I slam back onto him as a second orgasm rattles through me. The steam is so thick now I can barely see. Someone bangs on the door.

“Guys, what the hell? You’re steaming up the whole fucking apartment.” Tanner yells.

The thought of Tanner listening makes me yell louder as the orgasm settles gently on my skin. Like a gentle breeze, it keeps rolling over me as Mack punches the wall.

“Let me watch.” I pull away from him, so he’s standing with his throbbing dick in his hand. “Show me how nicely you can come for me, Professor.”

Mack meets my eyes and, barely a second later, he shoots ropes of hot cum into the bathtub. It paints my toes creamy white but is soon washed away.

With shaking legs, I grab the showerhead as Mack turns it off at the tap.

He trails a line of kisses up my spine, then spins me around and moves to my lips. “I love you,” he mutters, nuzzling my neck. “Don’t leave me again, Nova.” He stands back and meets my eyes. “Whatever’s about to happen, don’t leave me again.”

“Never.” I kiss the bridge of his nose, then squeeze his far-too-perfect butt. “Never again, Daddy, I promise.”

* * *

When we emerge in the living room, clean but flushed, a round of applause breaks out. Luther and Tanner whoop and whistle. Kole thumps the table. Even Sam is laughing. Thankfully, Rev and Sarah are nowhere to be seen, and Snow is snoring loudly enough from the other bedroom that perhaps they didn’t hear what was going on.

I roll my eyes and saunter to the kitchen to make coffee.

“Shame we only had the soundtrack instead of the live show,” Tanner says. Looking over at me, he adds, “Excuse me, Little Star, I need to…” He looks down, adjusts a bulge in his pants, and disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Luther rolls his eyes but looks equally uncomfortable in his seat.

“Shouldn’t we get some sleep?” Mack asks gently.

Wrapped in a towel, hair damp on my shoulders, I wait for the kettle to boil and shake my head. “Don’t think I could sleep now if I tried. I’m too wired.”

Mack looks rather pleased with himself.