my dick. Maybe I should just fuck her once to stave off the itch.
“Why did you show me your pussy on the bus then? Why are you being a cock tease if you’re not dying for me to fuck you?” Her chest heaves, and I watch her tits rub against me. I want to slide my fingers inside her shorts and feel just how wet she is for me. My mouth is inches from hers now. I just need a taste.
“I thought I was putting on a show for Sevyn,” she whispers against my lips. I fucking freeze. It’s like she’s just thrown a bucket of ice water on me. That was a low blow. One I didn’t think she was capable of.
“What? You know I have difficulty telling you guys apart,” she jabs. I release her immediately. I want to fucking punch something, but instead, I swipe a row of shampoo bottles off the shelf. She wants my fucking brother? Well, fuck her. I can’t even look at her right now.
“Phoenix,” she squeals over the mess I made.
“Stay the fuck away from me, Harlow!” I don’t even get what I came down this aisle for. I make a beeline for the register to check out. Thankfully, I’m the first one back on the bus. I need a moment to regain my composure. I bring all my stuff in and leave it on the counter. I head to the master bedroom and lock the door. The urge to fucking punch something is still strong, so I start the shower and let it get hot before I get in. I angrily stroke my dick as the water rains down on me. I’m furious that Harlow has me feeling this way. I hate that she can still get under my skin. I pump my dick faster, hoping that each stroke rids me of my desire for her. Only when I finally come, it ignites my anger even more. I get too much pussy to jerk off. Fuck her, goddammit!
I hear someone beating on the bedroom door. “Phoenix. Open up, man.” I recognize the yelling to belong to Killian.
I get out of the shower and towel myself dry. I wrap the towel around me before I walk into the bedroom and open the door. “What the hell, Killian?”
“You just disappeared. I came to check on you.” He looks genuinely concerned. He must sense that something is up.
“I just wanted some privacy to take a shower before everybody got back on the bus. Why are you being weird?” He looks relieved.
“Makes sense. I wish I would have thought of that actually.” He laughs, then shakes his head, feeling foolish. “I just need to make sure I get my shower before the women do. They can spend an eternity here. Especially in that tub.”
“Yeah, well, let me change, and it’s all yours. I’ll make dinner when I come out.” That seems to satisfy him.
“Okay. I’ll put the groceries away then.” He walks off. I don’t even bother telling him to wait until I pull out what I’m going to cook. I just close the door and fall back on the bed. I’ll get dressed in a minute.
I don’t know how long I’m out for, but I awake to pitch blackness and the bus moving. I stumble around until I finally find the light switch. I grab my phone off the dresser and see that a couple of hours have passed. I guess I was more tired than I thought. That and busting that nut didn’t help. It was over after that. Shit. Now, I’m late starting dinner. Those fuckers probably already baked the pizza. I find my duffel bag and just throw on a pair of basketball shorts. The minute I walk out of the room, an aroma of herbs and spices tantalizes my senses. It smells so damn good.
Lily and Harlow are in the kitchen cooking. I see that Lily is making a spinach salad with strawberries and walnuts. Harlow’s back is still to me as she pulls chicken breast from the oven. She is bending over again, and flashbacks from the scene earlier come rushing to my mind. Fuck me. I divert my attention to the guys sitting at the table across from the kitchen.
“You guys are actually eating healthy?” I chuckle. “Sorry I crashed. I just knew your asses would have gone for the pizza.”
“Oh, believe me, we wanted to, but the women said no. They knew you were set on eating