the rest of the guys who grew up around a happy and loving Lachlan and Keegan.
It feels surreal to know I’ll never see them again, but when I focus on that, I just feel hollow about it. Like I can feel their absence, but I don’t know how it will really affect me. I guess time will tell. I strip out of my underwear and bra and throw them into the garbage. I turn the shower on, and the spray comes out warm, probably from Sabin having just been in here. I step underneath the spray and adjust the dial until the water is scalding. A river of black and red flows off my body and disappears down the drain, and I stand under the downpour from the showerhead until the water at my feet runs clear.
I wash my hair and try not to get too lost in the masculine smell of the shampoo. I rinse and scrub my hair twice to make sure it’s clean, and I squeak in delight when I find conditioner in the shower too. It smells citrusy and not nearly as good as the shampoo, but it’s a fucking miracle. I fill my palm with it and start working it through my very knotted and tangled hair. I’m methodically finger combing the mixture through every snarl when the door to the bathroom opens and shuts.
My vagina instantly clenches in anticipation, and I tell it to calm the fuck down. Someone could just be in here to pee. No one announces themselves, and I wait awkwardly in the quiet bathroom, wondering what the hell is going on. I wipe at the foggy condensation on the glass wall of the shower, and I’m startled when Siah suddenly appears on the other side of it.
“Hey,” I greet him awkwardly, my eyes fixed on his icy blue gaze.
He runs his palm over the back of his head and drops his gaze for a minute before bringing it back up, his stare more determined. “They were…um…doing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to come in here with you, but when I stepped in to participate, they said it should be me.”
I chuckle and shake my head at the guys and their fucking rock, paper, scissors shenanigans.
“Is…is that okay?” Siah asks, his gaze more unsure with every word.
“Yeah,” I tell him matter-of-factly. “If you’ve decided this is what’s right for you, then I’m glad you’re here.”
I high-five myself for playing it cool, but inside I’m relieved, and I’m leading a fucking marching band in celebration from my heart right down to my vagina. Excitement zings through me and pools at my core, and I step away from the steamy glass and rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Siah watches me through the foggy barrier for a minute as I grab the body wash and quickly clean my body. Heat and anticipation simmer inside of me, and I gasp quietly when Siah pulls his shirt off and moves to drop his pants. I quickly run my magic from head to toe and magic away any unwanted body hair. My nipples pebble as I watch a blurry Siah undress.
I can’t make out many details, but my imagination is not left to its own devices for long. The glass door to the shower opens, and in steps Siah in all his naked glory. I’m not shy or reserved in my perusal of him, and he chuckles at my brazen visual exploration. His skin is silky and perfect. He’s soft and smooth over muscles that are a hint too big to be called lean. He has a trail of brown hair that starts just below his belly button, moves down past his Adonis belt, and disappears into more hair around his thick hard cock.
Siah reaches down and strokes himself as he returns my perusal. His light blue eyes rake down my body and caress slowly and appreciatively back up. I wait for him under the stream of hot water, liking how it flows down my hard nipples, past my stomach, and through the dark curls that crest my thighs. I dip my head back so water can stream down my back, and I squeak in surprise when Siah flashes in front of me pressing his chest into mine and wrapping his arms around my waist.
He pulls me into him, and his mouth is on mine in a blink. He sucks on each of my lips in turn and coaxes me to open up