as I was and sleep. But the fact that I still had chlorine from the hot tub on me would leave me itchy in the morning. I paused to brush my teeth as the shower warmed up and used the toilet. Some things were just better in private, thank you very much. Then I stepped under the hot water and let out a sigh.
The sound of the shower door alerted me to the arrival of someone. Yeah, no way I would be sleeping alone. That much had been made clear over the course of the evening. They all had their own rooms, too, but they liked sleeping with me.
No complaints here. I liked sleeping with them.
Warm hands settled on my hips and drew me back against his chest.
“Hi, Coop,” I murmured, and his soft chuckle rolled over me.
“What would you have done if I were Jake?” he teased, taking the loofa out of my hands and beginning to run it over my chest.
“Said ‘oops,’” I teased, and then sighed as he massaged my breasts. I didn’t know if he was trying to help me get clean or just using it as an excuse to touch me. I didn’t really care either. Especially when he flicked both nipples with his thumbs. “But I know Jake’s hands,” I continued. “Just like I know yours.”
I knew all of their hands. The callouses on them were different. Archie’s had more scars along his fingertips from soldering iron burns. Ian’s were as familiar with the different callouses from playing guitars. Jake’s were work hands, his callouses from weights and from working on large parts. Coop’s hands were softer in some ways, smoother maybe, yet still rougher than mine, but his hands were probably the most familiar of all.
He pressed his lips to my throat as he skated his hands down from my breasts to my stomach. “You feel good,” he said as he rubbed his erection against my ass, and I chuckled.
“So do you.” I twisted to steal the loofa and began to soap him up. He ran his hands up to my face and then tilted my head back so that my hair got soaked. I closed my eyes as he began washing it, the gentle scrape of his fingertips over my scalp almost more intoxicating as the wine. “If you keep that up,” I warned him, my whole body going languid. “I’m going to fall asleep on you.”
As if to make a liar out of myself, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it. The soap made my hands slick, and Coop’s breath huffed against my cheek as he tipped my head back to rinse it, and then he kissed me until I half forgot what we were doing and it was just me sighing into his lips. He rubbed the conditioner through my hair and rinsed it before pulling us both under the spray.
I might have swayed a little when the water shut off. The door opened, and I belatedly realized we weren’t alone as a damp haired Jake took me from Coop and wrapped me up in a towel. “Hi,” I said, giggling as he grinned down at me.
“Hi,” he murmured before kissing me with a kind of thorough slowness that melted my bones. He lifted me like I was nothing and perched me on the cool marble counter. Not even the chill could really jolt me out of my happy place, though it did wake me up a little. “How are you feeling, Baby Girl?”
“Pretty good,” I told him. Not even the earlier muscle soreness was an issue. I didn’t think I’d been this relaxed in like, ever.
“Yeah?” He was dressed in a pair of black pajama bottoms and nothing else, which left me all of his chest to play with as I ran my hands over him. “And how sober are you?”
I burst out laughing. “Not drunk,” I told him, then peered up at him. His pupils were huge against the pale blue. “Pretty sure we’re high though.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, that crooked grin on his face making my heart do flip flops as he toweled me dry and then squeezed the dampness from my hair before pulling a comb through it. Coop watched us from where he leaned against the wall, a towel around his hips and seeming not to care about the water droplets chasing over his chest. I cared.
I kind of wanted to trace the path with my tongue.
Jake tucked his finger under my chin