Hawk (A Stepbrother Romance #3)(65)

"Bow chick a wow wow," May says, in a sing-song voice.

Alexis shoves away from me and rounds on her sister.

"What are you doing?"

"Watching you guys get hot and heavy." She fans her face. "I think I've got the vapors."

Alexis scowls.

"I call the shower," May announces, and heads for the stairs. "If I can find the bathroom."

It turns out there's two, one on each floor. The house has a master suite on the second floor, with its own full bathroom.

"I'll wait my turn," I announce. "I'll take this room across the hall."

Alexis just looks at me.

"Get in here."

I pull the bedroom door shut. It's a big room, with a four poster bed, though it's not made up. Blankets and sheets rest, folded neatly, at the foot of the bed. Alexis steps out of her shoes, then slips the broad straps of her dress of her shoulders and it falls to the floor, leaving her blouse draped down just low enough to cover her hips.

She unbuttons that next and peels it off, looks at me with an almost nervous expression, and takes off her bra. Then she slips her underwear down, lifting one leg at a time to take them off, and walks into the bathroom, trembling all the way. It's the cold making her shake, must be. Already shirtless, I strip out of my suit pants and shoes and follow her in. The bathroom is as dated as the rest of the house, odd colors and funky 70s wallpaper with little roses, but it's clean even if it's cramped.

Alexis, buck-ass naked, bends over in front of me and leans on the edge of the tub as she turns on the water, and lets it flow on her wrist. Gooseflesh stands up on her arms. As she stands, I savor the sight of her body, the lush swell of her hips, the sweeping arch of her back, a hint of her full breasts from behind as she stands and watches the water flow. It feels like cheating to glance at the mirror and see her soft nipples starting to harden from the chill, or maybe they're getting hard because of me. I step closer behind her and she leans into my chest as steam starts to swirl around us. I put my arms around her waist, and feel her stomach under my palm. She holds her hand out and grabs a bar of soap from the holder. The water turns pink as she scrubs her hands clean. I take it and clean mine.

Lifting one foot, she steps into the tub, under the hot spray, and turns to face me, water cascading down her body, streaming from her breasts, wetting the soft dark hair between her legs. I step in after her and pull the curtain around us, surrounding us with the hot steam.

Outside hot humid air is torture, but in here it fills my nostrils with every breath and I start to feel clean. Alexis steps beside me to stand right under the spray and I stand behind her, letting the water flow down her back and onto my chest. She gasps as she feels me getting hard against her back, and I sweep my hands up her stomach and cup her breasts. Alexis molds against me and breathes softly, her hair growing heavy with water.

"Wash my hair," she says. There's a bottle of shampoo on the shelf, next to the soap. I take it but she says, "Wait."

She turns off the water and turns the lever, turns it on again and starts to fill the tub.

I sit down, and Alexis lowers herself to sit in front of me, my cock sliding along her back as she settles against me and lays back, and the tub starts to fill. Now that the water is off, we both start to shiver, Alexis quivering against me. The water rises almost too hot around our legs, then over her chest, and she reaches up with her foot and shuts it off with her toes. She sits up and leans forward, then I sit up behind her and squeeze out a big handful of shampoo and start working it into her hair.

She closes her eyes and makes a soft contented sound as I work my fingers over her scalp. Her hair is so thick and rich, even when it's wet. I take my time, until the shampoo has thoroughly worked in, and let it sit while I knead and massage her shoulders. I can feel the tension in her muscles. She yawns and leans back, and I start pulling the shampoo out of her hair with long strokes of my fingers and use a plastic cup to pour water over her head, taking my time to rinse it out.

Alexis shivers every time I touch her.

After what feels like hours, her hair is clean and soap floats on top of the water. She lets the stopper out and stands up, water streaming off her body. After she steps out I rise and follow her, taking a towel from the shelf to wrap around her. She sits on a little bench by the door and I use another one to dry her hair, ignoring the water clinging to my own body. As I scrub the towel on her head, Alexis turns and looks up at me, leans over, and takes my cock in her mouth.

I freeze, a shock running down my legs. She just holds the tip between her lips and sucks a little, then gently lets it slide free of her mouth, putting a little kiss on the very tip before she leans back. She stands and her towel slips to the floor, and walks out of the bathroom naked.

I follow, and watch. She spreads the sheets on the bed, stuffs the pillows into their pillowcases, all the while nude, then rolls onto the bed and lays there, legs spread wide, and arches her back as she slips her arms behind her head and looks at me expectantly.

I dive onto the bed and kiss her, hard, slipping my arms around her. She's so hungry, her kiss anxious and demanding, moving to keep our lips together as I pull back, meaning to break the kiss and go for her soft silky throat, feel her skin on my lips. Instead I settle my weight on top of her and feel her breathing. It tickles my lips as I slide my tongue over hers and she makes soft, contented sounds. I could do this for a while, just feel her still damp skin on mine, the soft press of her breasts, the heat of her stomach against the underside of my shaft. Her hand snakes between us and her delicate fingers wrap around my cock, and she lets the skin slip through her grasp, stroking me.