to game with him, and all too often, she hadn't. He was being strung along, and he fucking well knew it. The question was whether or not he cared.
His stuffy brain refused to work out a good answer, so Psyc gave up and climbed in the shower. The scalding hot water helped. Scrubbing off a few layers of whatever the fuck he'd done last night helped more. His problem was that he kept getting stuck between what he wanted to happen and what was really going on. He wanted Rhaven to fall for him as hard as he was already falling for her. In truth, he was a sex toy, here to be pulled out when those two needed a little excitement, and it was oh so worth it.
Which meant he was definitely doing this all week. One big fling, and then he'd man up and cut them off. Cut himself off? No, he didn't like how that sounded. The visual it brought to mind was not ok. Unlike all the other guys at the high table, Psyc wasn't the rock-hard sexy type. He wasn't the kind of man women did a double-take over. He was a pretty normal guy, so he needed to shoot for a girl closer to his level, not a knockout like Rhaven.
He'd just come to a decision when the shower door opened behind him. Psyc didn't even get the chance to turn before a delicate hand touched his back. Rhaven. He started to turn around, but she stopped him with the most delicate pressure, then moved closer behind him.
"I don't want you to stare at me," she said softly.
Yeah, fuck that. He turned around anyway, but kept his eyes on her face. "Oh, trying to hide those raccoon eyes?" he teased, moving back so she could have the flow of water.
Rhaven tilted her face back and let the spray wash over her. That was when Psyc let his eyes run down her body, but not to stare. No, he honestly liked what he saw. He also didn't gawk, because she deserved so much better than that.
"I don't look like a centerfold," Rhaven finally admitted, reaching her hand out for something, yet her eyes were still closed.
He caught her fingers. "What do you need, babe?"
"Shampoo?" she asked.
"Guessing the girly shit's yours." He pressed that bottle against her palm. "Rhaven, can I just get something out there? I like looking at you. I think you're beautiful, but it also makes this easier for me."
Her hands paused in her hair. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I feel like a stupid teenager with no clue what to do or how to do it right. I like how you look, babe. I'm not freaked out because you have a dick, but because I don't know how to, you know, not screw up with it."
She rinsed her face again, wiping away both suds and water so she could look at him. "It's not sexy to remember I have it."
"So, like, a no frontal touching zone?" he asked.
Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. "Sometimes it's ok, but I can't watch. I mean, I can, but..."
"Right, so weird," he said, knowing exactly what she meant. "Kinda like when Braden checks me out. Like, I know it should be awkward, and I don't want him to bend me over or anything, but it's kinda nice too. Mostly just weird in a compliment sort of way."
"Yes!" she gasped. "I mean, it feels good, but feeling like a guy doesn't, and then I start worrying about it, and then it's not feeling good - "
He caught her waist, pulling himself half under the water. "How about a deal? Just between us, ok? I'll treat you the way I know how to treat a woman, but you have to tell me when you want something else. We can fumble around until we figure out how to make both of our bodies work together, hm?"
She pressed her head in against the side of his neck. "I feel like I should be mortified, but I'm honestly just relieved," she whispered.
And another little piece of his heart broke off and fell over that damned cliff. "I just like that you climbed in a shower with me," he said softly, pressing his hips a little closer so she could feel his hardness. "I'm trying to be cool, but you do things to me, woman." He leaned back to see her face. "And I'm guessing that you feel about