"They've kept the loos separate, thank god," Slade said. "Probably because they know your pack’s likely to be a large one. Nice to have a bit of privacy. Alright, let’s test this baby out, then off to bed."
I watched as two of the men started to pull their clothes off. Fuck, my mouth went dry as the big slabs of Aaron’s muscles were revealed. I was fairly tall for a woman, but I felt tiny compared to him. He smiled as he noted my attention and heard the little gasp that came from me as his cock—thick and hard—slapped against his belly as he jerked his pants down.
“Fucking show off,” Slade said as he stepped into the shower and turned the taps. He stood under the rose, groaning when the water started to cover him. “I knew the marrieds had a better setup than us. The water pressure is amazing. Come in, love."
I was going to, really, I was. My hand went to the zipper down the side of my dress, my finger plucking at the zip pull, but as I started to pull it down, Aaron stepped in and turned his shower on.
I was tired, overwhelmed, and flatlining emotionally, yet my eyes couldn't help but follow the rivulets of water as they ran down their bodies. Slade's eyes opened for a second, and he snickered when he saw me standing there. Then Hawk came closer.
His took me in, then the guys, as if trying to determine our relationship in total from this one moment. His brows creased for a second, then he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head.
He was beautiful, of course he was. Doc Hobbes' peacock theory seemed like a valid one. I'd met guys I didn't like here, but none I didn't like the look of. He wasn’t quite as big as Aaron, but taller and bulkier than Slade, and thin black tattoos covered his shoulders. Two Tirians chased each other across his chest, my eyes following the stylised linework down, down, until their muzzles ended, and the finely delineated corrugations of his abs started. He watched me closely as his hands went to the button of his jeans.
"Sweetheart, you say that you're tired, but that’s not how you smell," Aaron called out from the water. My eyes jerked over to him, where he rubbed soap slowly over his torso and then further down. I could hear my breath rasp as his hand closed around his cock. He had to be aching. The last few times he'd been on leave, he'd damn near tore my clothes off in his need to get to me. "Come here, and we'll wash you down."
"This isn't going to end up being just a shower," I growled, then spun around when I heard the sound of Hawk's zipper. His smile was tiny, the merest twist of his lip, but he seemed to very much enjoy the attention he was getting. Then he pulled his jeans down.
There's something that happens when you first see a guy naked. I admit it, I've always had an eye for a fine male form. I've watched crotches, wondering what the hell lurked there, and whether or not it'd be nice getting my hands on it. But when they're naked for the first time, there's a curious vulnerability to it. There's nowhere to hide from the inevitable unspoken questions, the same ones that rocketed through my head when I got undressed. Do I measure up? Do they think I'm attractive? Do they still want to touch me, now they've seen all my lumps and bumps? Well, Hawk need not have any of those worries.
His cock was thick, obscenely so. It may have been because he was similar in breadth to Aaron, just not as long, making it look that much fatter.
"Babe, you're gonna have problems with that," Slade said, then shook his head. "Get your clothes off, and get in here."
When my hand went back to the zipper, I found Hawk had beat me to it. His eyes asked me questions as his fingers closed around the pull. I nodded. I instantly felt the cloth loosen as he slid it down, then his hand moved into the gap he'd created.
His fingertips were hot, one set resting on my waist while the others went to the slim strap on my opposite shoulder. He paused, waiting for my nod before pulling it down. My breasts—still bound in a strapless bra—popped free, his eyes on them as he slid the fabric down, both ha
nds at work now, like a kid who couldn't wait any longer to unwrap his present. I heard a low groan before he reached down, fast, and whipped the skirt up and over my head. Cheryl's beautiful gown was dropped carelessly to the ground. He moved in closer, pausing, then nodding as he reached around to undo my bra. I felt his breath against my collarbone and lifted my head to follow his when he pulled back.
As the cool air brushed against my nipples, they pulled up tight. "Fuck, I'm glad we don't have to work tomorrow," Slade said, his voice raspy. "You'd make a dead man hard, princess."
My eyes jerked around to where he stood under the water, slowly stroking his cock with a shit-eating grin on his face, while Aaron did the same. "Undress her, new boy. Take those panties off that soaking wet cunt, and feel your bloody mouth water as you do so."
Hawk leaned in, more than he needed to do the job, and as his mouth trailed down the space around my body, the only thing I felt was the barest brush of his hair. Then those fingers hooked under the sides of my underwear. He looked up at me, checking in—always checking in—then he pulled them down.
He froze as I stepped out of them, eyes staring up between my legs.
"Probably the first pussy he's ever seen, love. Spread those legs, and show him what he's been missing."
God fucking damn. I had these guys who loved to push me into situations and boss me around, but the problem was—maybe due to lust, or maybe due to some hidden ability the males here had to survive dominant females—their voices grew hypnotic. I'd find myself following along, even if I balked a little at their prompts. Well, that's what I told myself was happening when I widened my stance.
Hawk's hands went to my ankles to hold me in place, not asking anymore, his eyes trained on my most intimate flesh.
"You've had a lot of cock," Aaron said. "But you need to know where a woman's clit is, if you want to pleasure her. You know where it is?"
Hawk nodded, his hand reaching out automatically, only to stop when he was inches from me.
"Can I?" he asked.
"What do you want, Hawk? This is all new to you. Jack didn't talk to you about this."
"I want to touch you, taste you. Can I?"
"You don't want—"
"Jack put him here so he could get some pussy, and yours is dripping at the thought of it," Slade said. "He's a grown man, and this is his fantasy. He's more than capable of standing up for himself, if he needs to. Now, do you want him to lick your cunt, or not?"
The mood in the room was thick, I glanced over, saw how fucking rigid Aaron was after so many days on roster, then looked down and saw the heat in Hawk's eyes. I don't know how Brandon did it, looking out for everyone all the time. Right now, I just wanted to be selfish, and they were all giving me permission to do so. So I lifted my leg and hooked the calf over his shoulder.