Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“Not gonna argue with that. I don’t think anyone has helped me wash my hair since I was three.”
“Anytime you want to shower with me, I’m in,” I tell her.
When I’m done massaging her scalp, I rinse all the soap out, then finger-comb conditioner through the ends. I take my time, aware that once this is over, she’ll likely stay at the hospital until visiting hours end. It’s a short reprieve from the endless trauma.
Winter turns and runs her hands over my chest. She steps closer, and my erection, which has not chilled in the least, bumps her stomach. She looks down. “Doesn’t seem like you’re calming much.”
“Eventually doesn’t have a time limit.”
She steps closer, until her warm, wet, naked body is pressed against mine. “Isn’t that uncomfortable?”
“Sometimes connection is more important than gratification.” I sweep her hair back over her shoulders. “Can I wash the rest of you now?”
She nods once.
I start at her arms, squirting body wash onto my palm and running it gently over her skin. I wash every inch of her, avoiding all the obvious parts, and focusing on those insidious erogenous zones that make her breath hitch. When I skim the curve of her ass, she whimpers.
“Please tell me this is going to end with an orgasm.”
I cup her cheek and carefully tip her chin up until she looks into my eyes. “Is that how you’d like this to end?”
She runs her hands over my chest. “I figured getting naked in the shower together wasn’t going to have a PG conclusion.”
“Whatever you need, however you need it, I’ll give it to you.” I slip my fingers between her thighs. She sighs when I glide over her clit and moans when I ease two fingers inside. She grips the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to hers, rolling her hips with every curl of my fingers.
“You’re so good at making me feel good,” she moans against my lips.
“Anytime you need a distraction, I’ve got you.”
Her palm curves around my erection, and my eyes roll up. I cover her hand. “Let me finish taking care of you first, please.” I already know she’s close. I can feel it in the way her legs tremble.
“I don’t want it to end,” she murmurs.
“It doesn’t have to. I just want you to come before you mess with my focus.”
She laughs and then groans when I stroke along the spot inside that lights her up. And then she’s grabbing my shoulders, hips jerking as she clenches around my fingers.
“So fucking sexy,” I whisper.
When her eyes flutter open, she reaches for me again, fingers wrapping around my length. She starts to stroke, slow and firm, thumb sweeping over the head and circling the ball at the ridge on the way down.
I plant a palm on the wall behind her and shift my hips forward. My fingers are still inside her, so I adjust my position, intent on making her feel good while she does the same for me.
“Oh good God.” Her eyes flare, her strokes faltering when I hit the right spot.
It takes a moment, but she finds a rhythm, moving her hand in time to the pump and curl of my fingers.
“How are you—again.” Her eyes roll up, and she shudders as another orgasm hits her.
I wait until I’m sure she’s crested the wave before I withdraw my fingers and cover the hand wrapped around my erection with my own so I can help her keep the rhythm. “So damn good, Snowflake.”
Her hazy gaze stays locked on mine as the orgasm rolls through me. Then she pulls me in for a slow, lazy kiss.
Eventually we break apart, and she grins up at me. “Thanks. I really needed that.”
“Like I said, whatever you need, however you need it, Snowflake, I’ll give it to you.”
I turn off the water and grab our towels, tossing one to Winter.
“BJ? Are you in here? I thought you weren’t coming to the rink this afternoon!”
I have just enough time to cover my junk before Adele rounds the corner.
18 DOWN SHIFT
Winter
“Oh! Oh my God!” Adele openly gapes at BJ, who’s wearing nothing but a towel.
This is not ideal. At all.
Adele crosses her arms. “This is why you were too busy to come to the costume fitting?”
BJ seems completely unaffected by her presence. “Wanna give us a couple of minutes, Adele?”
She pokes at her cheek with her tongue, eyes shifting to me for a second before she whirls and stomps off.
“You didn’t have to bail on a costume fitting for me.” I don’t want to be the reason for a fight between him and his partner, especially since they spend a lot of time with blades on their feet.
“This is the third fitting. I went to the last two. She keeps adding embellishments, and sitting there while they pin more sequins to her is a colossal waste of my time.”