body. Not that they hadn't seen all of me before... but I'd never been naked in front of both of them at the same time. It had me remembering various things I'd seen at Meow Lounge the other night.
Crap. That thought had my nipples turning to diamonds, despite the burning-hot water I was showering under. I needed to get the hell out and put some clothes on before I turned into a full-blown succubus. As it was, my pussy had barely recovered from my Zed fuck-fest; I needed a bit more down time.
I hurried through the shampoo and conditioner process, feeling the sting in my scalp where Chase had ripped some strands out, while Zed and Lucas just lurked there in the bathroom, making me more and more conscious of my nudity with every passing second.
I turned the water down to ice cold to rinse out my conditioner, and by the time I turned the taps off and squeezed out my hair, I was shivering lightly.
"Pass me that towel," I said to Zed, nodding to the one hanging over the rail right by where he sat.
He picked it up, then held it out directly in front of him and out of my reach. Funny bastard. He really thought I wouldn't call his bluff?
With a shrug, I pushed the shower door open and took the two steps it required to reach Zed and the towel he held. He grabbed onto me as I snatched the towel, though, cupping the back of my neck tenderly as he leaned in to kiss my aching lips. It hurt, but goddamn, I needed it.
I didn't fight him, sighing into his kiss and letting him shift a small measure of tension off my mind with each stroke of his tongue. I stubbornly ignored the sting from my cut and the taste of copper on his kiss. Then, as I pulled away to wrap my towel around my body, I caught Lucas's eyes in the mirror.
"Gumdrop," Zed growled, "fuck off for a minute, would you? Or an hour. Or more." There was no mistaking his intentions as his hands caressed my body through the towel, but I shook my head at Lucas in the mirror.
"Not how it works, Zed," I chastised him, prying myself out of his grip and grabbing another towel for my wet hair. With a sharp warning look, I left him sitting there and padded back to my bedroom to hunt down some clothing. I needed the physical barrier on my flesh if I was to keep my wits about me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Zed called after me, and I just knew he was going to push me into a corner on this. I'd thought our honeymoon period might last longer, but... oh well.
Simmering with annoyance, I spun around in the middle of my room to glare at Zed, only a few paces behind me. "You know exactly what it means. You don't get to bitch me out all fucking day about doing the only thing that could be done to ensure Seph's safety, then throw a hissy fit when I leave, then dismiss Lucas like a naughty puppy because you want to get your dick wet."
"I might... leave you guys to have this out," Lucas said from my doorway, looking way too fucking entertained about Zed being in trouble.
"Good," Zed snapped, and I glared death at him.
"Stay," I barked, contradicting Zed. "Zed needs a reality slap."
My second gaped at me like he was actually offended by that statement. Like he didn't know full fucking well he had it coming. "I need a reality slap?" he repeated in disbelief. "For fucking what?"
"For this," I replied, poking him in the chest, which was most definitely puffed out. Fuck me, what had I been thinking, getting involved with multiple men? Worse yet, multiple men who all suffered a severe case of overconfidence and didn't play well with others. Who said women didn't think with their dicks? Because that was the only logical explanation here.
"This isn't going to work between us, Zed," I told him in a marginally calmer voice. "This... thing we have. It's too much. It's all-encompassing, and I can't give you what you want."
Pain flashed across his face, and his brow dipped in a frown. In the corner of my eye, I caught the flash of movement as Lucas disappeared, no doubt trying to give us privacy to work through our shit.
"Don't," Zed uttered with dread. "Don't fucking do this now. Not now.