“Mmm…that bed looks so good, but I’m jonesing for a shower.” I head straight for the bathroom.

“I’ll go downstairs and order us some food,” Wren’s voice almost sounds defeated. I turn around just in time to see Ashe glaring at him.

“I’ll help you with that shower,” he says to me, but looking at Wren.

I stand with my hands on my hips waiting for Wren to shut the door behind him. “What was that all about?” I squint at Ashe.

“What?” he says walking my direction.

“I feel like the two of you just had a cock fight.”

He removes my hands from my hips and walks me into the bathroom, turning on the hot water.

“Nothing for you to worry about.” He takes the hem of my shirt and gently pulls it over my head, letting out a hissing noise once he has me stark naked.

“You’re going to give a girl a complex making noises like that.” I playfully swat him on his scruffy face.

“Damn that looks painful.” He opens the shower door and helps me inside. Once I’m inside, he quickly removes his clothes and joins me.

“Looking at you now, I will have to take back all the kinky thoughts of the things I wanted to do to you, for now.” He pours shampoo in his hand and starts scrubbing my knotted hair.

“Damn, Ashe, you’re already hard as stone and you haven’t even touched me yet.” I look down at his cock standing at attention.

“Hey, it’s not nice to stare.” He shifts out of the way before my hand tries to land on it.

“Hell with staring, I want to touch you.” I try again and he snags my wrist.

“No. Not until you’re better.”

I stick out my bottom lip. “I’m better enough.”

“I can’t, okay.”

“You look like you can,” I point at his impressive erection, then my eyes land on his. “What’s going on, Ashe?” All teasing in my voice is gone.

“If I start, I won’t be able to stop and I don’t want to hurt you.”

I take a knowing step back out of his reach. “How long?”

“How long, what?”

“How long has it been since you’ve taken your medication?”

“Just because I want to have rough sex doesn’t mean anything. We have kinky fucking sex all the time.”

“This is different, I know you.” My look challenges him to tell me the truth.

“I got out of New York so quickly I didn’t have time to pack it.”

I start lathering up my own hair with one hand, careful not to make any quick movements. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but they have pharmacies here.”

“I’ve been a little busy trying to save the woman that I love.” He steps into the spray of the hot shower. “I went down to the outpatient pharmacy before we left the hospital, but they were closed. I ordered some to be delivered here tonight, but they’re backlogged. As soon as it arrives, I’ll get back on it.”

I know he’s telling me the truth, but I can’t help but be a little worried. He’s been taking it for a really long time and I know how hard it was on him at first. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. He always described it as like being unplugged. He felt a little dimmer. The sharpness of his brain was dull and his tactile sense wasn’t as keen. He always complained that sex wasn’t as good. I disagree, our sex life is awesome, but he was a sexual beast before his medication. A small part of me misses that all-night stamina, but not enough for him to stop his meds.

“Can you hold me?” I walk into his arms. His hands running down my back feel so good. I thought I might never see him again, much less hold him. I know he’s afraid he might hurt me, but I need to feel him inside me. I look up as the water rolls down the back of my head. “Please. I promise you won’t hurt me. I was terrified that I would die in there and never see you again. All I want is to feel you inside me, to know that it’s not a dream.”

Air hisses between his teeth. “Okay. Let me sit down so you can be in control.” He leaves the spray of the water on and sits in the back of the shower. I gently squat down as he guides my hips to him. I place my hands on either side of his shoulders. I feel the tip of him pressing into me, oh so slowly. I lower onto him until he’s buried deep inside me. He is so hard that I’m already aching.

“Am I hurting you?” He drops his hands from my hips, not sure of where to touch me without causing me pain.

“Here.” I put his hands on my breasts. “These don’t hurt.”

His fingers start kneading me. I push my nipple into his mouth to reassure him that he’s not hurting me. I start to slowly inch my way up and then back down. The movement is so slow and intense, I nearly come. I bite my lip to stave off my orgasm. I need to feel him, to be with him and touch him everywhere possible until I fragment around him.

He drops his hands and they fist into the shower floor as I take complete control over him. It’s such a turn on over this powerful man. My eyes are glued to him as I watch his facial expressions change with my movements. I know that he’s on the brink when the little vein in his forehead sticks out. I slow my movements and he inhales, regaining his composure. I lean back on my hands, letting the shower momentarily soak into me. I start to raise back up, but realize I like this position. I get up on my knees and lean far enough back that I can see his cock sliding inside me. I reach between us and he catches himself before he bolts up.

“You like that?” I tease.

“Now is not a good time to drive me crazy,” he says between gritted teeth.

“I like ‘driving you crazy’ as you put it.” I stroke him upward with my hand as I move up. When I move downward I squeeze him until I have to move my hand because there is no more space between us. He’s trying to restrain himself so badly that I feel his legs tremble, and it fuels me on. I adjust my hand so that I’m touching myself with each movement and it only takes me seconds to roll into one of the fiercest orgasms I’ve ever felt. He shatters right along with me.

His chest is heaving as I wrap my arms around his neck. My head is resting on top of his. “That was amazing,” I say between gasps of air.

He lifts his head and puts his hands on my cheeks. “I love you, Aedon.”

“I love you, too.”

I’m wrapped in a robe sitting cross-legged in the bed eating Chinese food. Wren and Ashe are sitting at the small table eating. No words are passing between them. I’m not sure what happened, but I need to get to the bottom of it.

“Are you two boys okay over there?”

“Yep.”

“Fine.”

That’s all I get from either of them. “Something is going on and I want to know what it is,” I say between bites of food.

“Nothing we can’t handle, right Wren?” Ashe stares at him.

“Right,” he says and continues to eat.

“For some reason, I don’t believe either of you.” I point my fork between the two of them. “Sooner or later you’re going to tell me.” A big yawn sneaks out. I’m suddenly so tired. Between the hot shower, the hot sex, and the hot food, I’m exhausted. I pick up my plate and put it on the bedside table and get under the covers, snuggling in and immersing myself in the lure of the bed.

I hear the boys whispering about something and then a knock on the door. The weight of my own eyelids feels so massive that all I can do is give into sleep that is seducing me.