7
Randy
What the hellwas going on?
Was it stress? Sure, the wind and the weather had me freaked out. Add to that, the fact that I was nearly blown off the road a few times, and when I thought about it long enough, I had to take deep breaths to calm myself. Some people scream, some people freak out. Some people messed around with one guy while his two hot friends watched. I guess I knew where I fit.
Or, maybe I was just attracted to and turned on by three gorgeous men who, by the way, basically saved my life in a blizzard.
You can’t make shit like that up.
And these men… they seemed interested in me. Me. The thought jarred me, and I looked down at myself. I was okay-looking, nothing special and certainly no freaking super model. Men were occasionally attracted to me and made that known.
But didn’t most men chase anything with a vagina, anyway? Personally, I didn’t think looks had a lot to do with who they went after. They had a blood hound’s skill at sniffing out willing females. I guess that’s how mother nature intended it?
In my second shower of the night, I let hot water run over my shoulders and down my body. My skin reddened from the sting, and as I ran soap over myself, I couldn’t help but notice I was especially wet—and slippery—between my legs.
I leaned against the shower tiles and closed my eyes. I set aside the soap and slid two fingers between my swollen pussy lips, still sensitive from the sexy strokes Austin had delivered through the thick sweatpants I wore.
Imagine if he’d been this close to me. No fabric in our way.
Holy shit.
And with my legs spread wide, Tyler and Randy watching…
What if one of them joined me in the shower? Like right now.
I continued stroking myself, letting my mind wander.
I feel a presence in the steamy room, unable to make it out other than knowing it was a man. Tall and broad and hungry… for me.
The shower curtain slips aside, just a few inches, and I see… Randy, his gaze moving up and down my wet body.
“You look good, baby. All hot and slippery. For me?” he asks.
Hell yeah.
“Care to join me? It’s… tight. But wet,” I tease, stepping aside to make room.
He drops his head with a small laugh, and the dimple in his chin shows itself again, as if I’d forgotten for a millisecond how goddamn cute he was.
Not.
The shower curtain falls closed again, and over the sound of the water I hear buckles and zippers opening, and shoes dropping to the floor with a thud. Moments later, Randy joins me.
And what a fucking sight he is. He has to duck under the showerhead, and as he does, he pushes his blond hair back, off his face, showcasing his strong brow and otherwise perfect bone structure.
So unfair.
When I finally tear my gaze off his handsome face, I look over his broad shoulders, so broad they barely fit in the small confines of the shower stall. But he is graceful and somehow avoids bumping into anything. Well, except for me.
His pecs are hard and rock-like, and the thin line down the center of his abdomen, between hard muscle, leads to a hard cock, bouncing slightly against my stomach.
Oh god.
“Such a pretty little thing,” he says, turning me to face the wall with my back to him.
His hands, slightly rough, electrify my skin. Sparks fly across my vision as his fingers find my nipples, tugging and twisting until I gasp for air.