I slammed my lips down on hers, at the same time, grabbing hold of her hips and turning her until she was pressed up against the cold tile wall. She gasped into my mouth, and I took advantage of the moment, slipping my tongue in between her lips. My hips pressed forward, my cock hard and aching, pressed against her stomach.

Her hands glided up my chest, her touch light and gentle but full of purpose. She grabbed a hold on my neck and pulled my body harder against hers, her fingernails digging into my skin as she moaned against my mouth.

I lost myself in her body, my hands refusing to stay in one place for more than a few seconds as I mentally explored every inch of her skin, every curve, every bump, returning to the places which had forced a reaction from her such as the underside of her breast. A graze of my thumb, and she shuddered, her lips quivering as if one meager touch could send her over the edge.

Eager to see whether she tasted as good as she felt, I drew my mouth away, trailing my tongue along the edge of her jaw and taking her earlobe between my teeth before continuing down her neck.

I froze, my head buried between her neck and shoulder when a delicate hand took hold of my cock. Her thumb swept over the head, so lightly it was almost like a breeze of air, and I couldn’t stop the hum that came from the back of my throat in approval. I bit down on her soft silky skin, sharp enough to have her straightening her back and hissing through her teeth at the pain. She held her breath, and I lapped at the spot with my tongue to try and soothe the sting.

“You always grin when you cause people pain?” she asked breathlessly with another swipe over the head of my dick.

I hadn’t even realized I’d been smiling, but I can imagine my expression instantly changed as just that simple touch sent sharp signals to my brain, and I pressed my hips forward, my length slipping through her hand with ease until it reached the base. Then I pulled back, and it slid down to the end.

“Only when they deserve it,” I replied, licking my lips as I eyed her perky breasts, her nipples hard and erect little buds, tempting my tongue.

The water was spraying around us as it hit our bodies at an awkward angle. Skylar’s long blonde locks were sticking to her skin and her face. Her small hand was now moving up and down my cock, her grip becoming tighter with every pull.

I stood back to full height and our eyes instantly connected. Hers were beautiful and bright, filled with excitement and anticipation, the corner of her mouth pulled up in a slick smile that told me she enjoyed having some control. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips had fallen open just slightly, swollen and rosy from our kiss. If we went out in public straight after this, there was no doubt in my mind that people would instantly know exactly what we’d been doing, and I found my chest swelling at the idea.

She began to sink to her knees, and my hand reached for her, her chin resting between my thumb and pointer finger as I drew her back to full height. She frowned and I shook my head.

“You’re not going to get on your knees for me, I can tell you that right fucking now. We do this, I’m gonna fuck you until you come, screaming my damn name because when reality sucker punches me again, I’m gonna use that sound as a fucking lullaby to help me sleep.”

Her grip on my cock tightened, and she squeezed her legs together. I wasn’t lying, the sweet sound of her voice calling my name had my stomach doing weird fucking flips in excitement. I’d never been one to get possessive over a woman, but the instant I thought about her saying one of my brothers’ names in the heat of the moment, I wanted to fucking break something.

Right then, I forced the thoughts out of my head that Skylar was a club girl. In this moment, she was exactly like she’d told me, she was a woman who gave a shit about me, giving me the opportunity to escape the crazy shit that is swirling around in my head. This wasn’t just about getting my rocks off, she wasn’t trying to fix me or piece me back together. We were finding a moment of peace, where the only thing that mattered was her and me.

Her touch was the only thing I felt, her words were all I heard, and it was utter fucking bliss.

I knew this moment wouldn’t last forever, hell, it might be the only one I have. The chaos, the memories, and the worry would return soon enough, so right now, I’d let Skylar take that all away.

“Damn,” she said, pulling her swollen lip between her teeth. “I’d been wondering for the last few minutes whether you tasted as good as you looked and felt.”

I smirked. “Funny, I’ve been wondering the same thing.” Pulling back, I instantly missed her touch on my body and the heat I could feel coming off her even in spite of the hot shower that was still pelting down on us. “Turn around.”

Her breath caught in her throat and she slowly and torturously turned her body, so she was facing away from me, the perfectly round globes of her ass just begging to have my handprints imprinted on them.

“Grab the bar,” I ordered, and she reached for the metal bar that was secured to the wall, I assumed for older people who may need some help to feel steady while they were washing themselves.

Goosebumps rushed over her skin, and she shuddered, her body now out of the direct spray of water and no doubt cooling down a little. But I was about to heat her all the way back up.

She reached for the bar, twisting it in her hands, so she had a good grip. The reach made her bend over substantially, just where I fucking wanted her.

I knelt down right at her heels and grabbed her round plump ass cheeks with both hands, kneading them with my fingers as I pulled them apart. I didn’t even wait to admire the beauty that was in front of me, instead, just buried my face between her legs, my tongue in one long sweep licking her right from clit to ass.

Her knees buckled, and she moaned, tossing her head back and tightening her grip. “Holy. Fuck,” she cursed, soon followed by a nervous giggle. “You know how to torture a girl, huh? You just gonna do that, and then sit there and stare at me for the next five minutes?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound cut short by the echo of my palm against her wet skin.

She didn’t cry out, and I grinned.

Girl was strong.

“You gonna keep complaining?” I taunted.

Her head shook back and forth quickly, and she kept her mouth tight-lipped. When I was satisfied she was going be a good girl, I went in for another taste, and this time I took my time, groaning to myself as I dipped my tongue deeper between her folds as I drew it upward again.

She tasted good. Not like fucking candy or any of that dumb shit I’ve heard men say about their woman. No, it was just good. It made you want to keep your head buried there for hours, knowing that the more wetness you gathered on your tongue, the more excited she was getting.

I teased her happily, tickling her clit with my tongue as I slipped two fingers inside her, pressing them in and out, deep and slow. She bounced around, moaning my name when I worked her up, only to curse me when I wouldn’t let her get quite to that high she needed and was searching so damn hard for.

“Eagle! Fuck!” she snapped, hanging her head as she caught her breath. “Please,” she finally pleaded, pressing her ass back and wiggling it, her pussy wetter than it was five minutes ago.

“Please what?” I asked, standing to my feet and stepping up behind her, sliding my length up in between her ass cheeks.

She inhaled sharply. “Please fuck me,” she groaned, stamping her foot like a pouting child. “You seriously need to let me come before I explode, and if I explode, I’m taking you down with me.”

I laughed, the sound coming out harsher than I intended, or maybe it was just kind of unusual, one I didn’t hear come from myself often. I smirked, enjoying the way Skylar knew her body so well. She knew what she needed and what she wanted, and she definitely wasn’t afraid to say it.

It was fucking sexy as hell.

I only drew back once, done with teasing and fucking around.

My cock was so hard, I needed this release too. I thought I might injure myself soon if I didn’t get it inside her, right where it’s been dying to be this whole time.

I lined it up, then thrust my hips forward, the both of us groaning in unison as I bottomed out inside her. My hands went to Skylar’s hips as I held myself there, trying not to detonate from that one clench of her delighted walls around me. She tossed her hair aside and looked at me over her shoulder, the warmth I found there was mixed right now with a devilish spark that I found sexy and intriguing. I pulled back slowly and her gaze narrowed to a glare before I drove my entire length back inside her and her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to hold on for dear life.

“Hold on tight, baby girl,” I warned her, wishing I had her face with me right now so I could get lost in her mouth and completely own her. I pumped my hips faster and harder, the slapping of skin against skin and pleasure filled moans filled this bathroom and probably the neighbors too.

“Oh shit,” Skylar murmured, and I caught her around the waist as her legs began to shake and threaten to give way underneath her. “Eagle!”

A heat wave moved through my body, starting at my toes. It was hot, and it made my skin tingle as I began to come. The walls of her pussy tugged and pulled at me, dragging every last fucking drop of cum from inside me with each and every aftershock of her orgasm.

She was still clutching for dear life to the bar across the shower, and I was bent over her back with one arm wrapped around her waist and the other pressed against the shower wall above her head, trying to hold the both of us up as our bodies found their strength again and we fought to catch our breath.

When I finally felt as though I had my shit together, and I wasn’t going to collapse on the shower floor and kill myself—not that it wouldn’t be worth it after screwing the most beautiful fucking woman—I pressed a gentle kiss right between Skylar’s shoulder blades and took a step back.

“Holy motherfucker!” I screamed, leaping out of the spray of water that had now turned ice cold.

Skylar giggled and sunk to her knees against the wall. “I’m actually kind of glad it’s cold, my body feels like it could overheat at any moment.” She paused. “Wow! I’ve never come that quickly in my life.”

I snorted, stepping forward and holding my hand out to her.

She smiled almost shyly as she took the offer and I pulled her to her feet, my other hand automatically threading itself in her hair and cupping the side of her face. “Obviously I did my job pretty well then, huh?”

She laughed, the sound so full of life that I had to grin. “Can’t argue with that one,” she agreed with a shrug before reaching up on her tiptoes and pressing her breasts against my chest. Her mouth was a breath away from mine, and suddenly, the water just stopped, and an instant chill went through me. I looked to the side and saw she’d twisted the shower to off, leaving us both breathing heavily and dripping wet, her in more ways than one.

“What if I needed a cold shower?” I asked, turning back to her with an eyebrow raised. She fell back onto her heels and rolled her eyes.

“We just did it in a cold shower, I think it’s safe to say that that won’t do shit to make your soldier there stand down.” She stepped back, and my hand slipped from her face. “There’s a pretty damn comfortable bed in the other room, though.”

As I opened my mouth to speak, a buzzing noise filled the room.

It took me a minute to realize it was my cell phone ringing.

And just like that, my high was gone.

The peace was gone.

The shadows were slipping in again.