I wasn’t used to this, to being cared for in such an unassuming way. My body protested as he turned me gently under the spray, rinsing the suds from my hair. The ache between my thighs throbbed in time withevery memory—five times, maybe more, and still I felt like I hadn’t had enough of him.
"Didn't know you'd be this sensitive," he murmured, kissing the top of my head. His voice was lower than usual—deeper, grittier,used.Exactly how I wanted him.
"Didn't know you'd have no refractory period," I rasped back.
Callum hummed. "Can't help it. You come like a fucking dream. Tight as hell, greedy as fuck, and the way you squeezed me when I pushed my finger in that perfect little ass of yours?" He groaned. "I nearly lost it."
I swayed forward, bracing my palms against the slick tile as water streamed over my spine. "You alreadydidlose it."
His low chuckle melted into a growl. "Yeah, well. You ruined me first."
A giggle burst from me before I could stop it, and he turned me to face him once more.
“What’s funny?” he asked, his lips curving into a half-smile.
“Nothing,” I murmured, shaking my head. “Just… remembering.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t press, his hands sliding down my arms to rest on my hips. His hair clung to his forehead, water slicking it down and softening the razor-cut lines of his jaw. Somehow, even wet and spent, he still looked like sin incarnate. Like theCallumFraser the world revered. Except now, he was justCallum, and he was mine.
I let my gaze wander over him, my cheeks flushing as memories from the night played back in vivid detail. He touched me like he was mapping a route he’d never forget. He praised me for just being here andhis.He looked at me as if I was the only thing that mattered in the world. He said my name, over and over, until it felt like it belonged to him.
“Auri.” His voice cut gently through my thoughts, fingers under my chin. “Still with me?”
“Yeah,” I said softly, my lips curving into a small smile. “Just… sore.”
His expression shifted, guilt flickering in his eyes before he hid it behind a playful smirk. “Good sore or bad sore?”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled up. “Good sore, you idiot.”
He grinned, smug and sweet, then kissed my forehead before reaching past me to kill the water. The silence was jarring, the absence of the spray making the air feel colder than it was. Heretrieveda towel and wrapped it around my shoulders before grabbing another for himself.
“Come on,” he said, his hand warm against the small of my back as he guided me out of the bathroom. “You need to rest.”
“So do you,” I mumbled, realizing that he had successfully distracted me from my unfinished race while simultaneously celebrating his win.
Once we were back in the room, he didn’t give me a chance to protest. He tugged me toward the bed, the sheets still tangled from our earlier mess as if they remembered us. The towel slid off my shoulders as he pulled me in, his body warm and heavy against mine, like he was anchoring me to the moment.
“Callum,” I started, but he cut me off with a soft kiss to my temple.
“Shh,” he said. “You’re not going anywhere. Just let me hold you.”
I hesitated for a moment, the instinct to pull away warring with the desire to sink into him. But his comfort, his steadiness, made the choice for me. I tucked my head beneath his chin, letting the rhythm of his heart sync with mine as his hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on my back.
In the quiet of the room, with his arms around me and his breath ruffling my hair, I let myself relax. His fingers shifted, drifting up to my shoulder. He traced along the freckles there—one, two, three—like he was mapping constellations in the dark. I didn’t have to ask what galaxy he was drawing. I already knew. It was us.
For the first time in a long time, I felt safe—not just physically but in a way that reached deeper.Callumhad slipped past every wall I’d ever built. And the scariest part wasn’t that he was already inside.
It was that I wanted to leave the door open for him.
Soft light spilledthrough the curtains, painting the room in morning haze. Callum’s arm slung across my waist, warm and heavy—comforting and suffocating all at once. His breath skimmed the back of my neck, each rise and fall syncing with mine like we were still locked together.
Every muscle in my body ached in a way no training session ever had—deep, wrecked, thoroughly used, and I couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped me.
“What’s so funny?” His voice was a low rumble against my ear, still rough from sleep. Desire unfurled low in my stomach.
Fuck. How was Istillhorny?
Or maybe it was horny again.
