Eve

I woke sometime after noon weak and exhausted, but only in the best of ways. The Rogues were still gone, and briefly, I wondered what kind of trouble they may have been getting into, but I was too comfortable and cozy to care. I trusted them wholly, which was a far cry from my first meeting with them six months ago. But since then, they’d each devoted their time and protection, and for that, I was grateful. I felt that with them by my side, nothing and nobody could hurt me.
I stretched and yawned, cracking a kink in my neck before pulling myself out of Keane’s warm and welcoming bed, buck ass naked. It was warm in the dorm as I crossed the floor and made my way to his bathroom to shower, cranking on the hot water before stepping under. I grabbed the body wash they had there specifically for me (lavender and vanilla, Keane’s favorite) and washed the exhaustion and soreness from my body, closing my eyes as the steamy stream of water rinsed over my skin. I wished the boys were back from whatever business they’d had to attend to; I wouldn’t have minded a quickie in the shower.
Grinning to myself like an idiot, I thought of each of their faces, hardly noticing as my own hand slipped down between my thighs, gently caressing the sensitive parts between my legs. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the shower wall before taking the shower head from the mount and bringing it down. A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips as the water shot between my legs, igniting a fire in my belly that had been raring to go. I moaned, parting my legs, pressing the shower head against my folds. I was so caught up in the moment of self-satisfaction that I didn’t hear the door open, and a moment later, the shower curtain was pulled open, and Keane stood in front of me, grinning slyly.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said. “Enjoying yourself in here?”
Not even the warmth from the water could compete with the flush of heat that rose to my skin as Keane’s eyes roamed my naked body, taking me in like a hungry animal ready to devour me completely. Out of habit, I dropped the shower head and started to cover myself, but Keane shook his head, tsking softly at me.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured, reaching for the shower head as water continued to trickle over my skin. “You know the rules, baby. You don’t get to be shy with us anymore.”
I met his smile with my own, allowing myself to sink against the wall as Keane rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, revealing those sinfully sexy muscles that flexed and rippled as he adjusted the tap to warmer and stepped closer to me, using the shower head on my body just as I had been moments ago. Somehow, it was ten times better coming from him, and in no time at all, I was moaning, gasping, begging for him.
“That’s better,” he whispered, locking the fingers from his free hand in my wet hair to draw me closer to him. As the water massaged between my legs, Keane drew my head towards his and kissed me hard, forcing my lips apart with his own as the heat from the shower and the flush of ecstasy prickled over my skin, drawing me gently toward the edge of release. A burst of pleasure fluttered from between my legs as Keane used his fingers along with the shower head to massage me, teasing me. I cried out as he drew my lip between his teeth to bite it, drawing blood, but it only drove me harder and faster, and my legs clamped around his hand, hips rotating as my body spilled over the edge. My limbs trembled as I collapsed into Keane, worn and exhausted, feeling like jello. The shower head fell from his hand as he held me against him, ignoring the water that clung to his shirt, magnifying the muscles under his clothing.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in my ear, reaching for a folded towel that he draped over my back, guiding me out of the bathtub. I leaned against him, sucking in air, breathless and shaking but overwhelmingly satisfied as Keane led me to his bed and grabbed a pair of fresh clothes for me from the closet. He helped me dress, large but gentle hands caressing my skin as he worked.
“Where did you guys go?” I asked finally, breaking out of my euphoric trance. All I wanted to do after that shower was climb back into his warm bed, preferably with his naked body beside mine, but I knew I couldn’t lay around all day, even if I wanted to.
“Teague told you,” he said, reaching for the hairbrush as he gently began to work at the knots in my hair. I closed my eyes and allowed him access, tilting my head back a bit as the tangles slowly worked their way out. “We just had some business—”
“To attend to,” I finished. “Right.”
Keane chuckled, tugging extra hard at an unruly knot, and I winced. “Don’t sound so sassy about it,” he insisted. “It’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little face about.”
“I’m not worried,” I said. “I’m just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
“I have a right to know, don’t I?” I demanded, feeling riled up suddenly. If I had to guess, I could almost guarantee that whatever secret business the Rogues had attended to had something to do with none other than my piece of shit stepbrother, Grant.
“We just want to protect you,” Keane said. His tone had gone from playful to moody in a split second, and I knew that was my sign not to keep pushing him. The Rogues were good to me, better than good, but we were still in an insane asylum, and we still had our issues. Keane could be pushed, even by me. I had to choose my battles carefully.
“Fine,” I said stubbornly, ignoring the sensation of the brush strokes becoming more aggressive through my hair. “If you won’t tell me, I bet Beau will.”
Another hard yank. This time, I couldn’t bury the cry of pain that escaped from my lips.
“Watch yourself, beautiful,” Keane murmured, lowering his lips to my ear to speak softly into it. “I’d do anything for you, kitten, but keep pushing me, and your punishment will be less than pleasant.”
I resisted the urge to tell him that I quite enjoyed their harsher punishments, but I kept my mouth shut for now. Pretending I hated them was half the fun, and I enjoyed these little games just as much as they did.
“Will you at least tell me when you hear about when he’s supposed to come?” I asked meekly, trying to hide a smile as Keane set the brush aside and began to braid my hair. “I’d like to be prepared.”
“We’ll see,” he said. “It’s nothing you need to worry about now.” Once he placed the band in my hair to secure the braid, he leaned down again, brushing his lips against my ear as a shiver of pleasure gushed through me. My legs were still weak from this morning and the shower, but I still wanted all I could get. I couldn’t seem to get my fill of them. “Come now,” he said, taking my hand in his. “Let’s go to the cafeteria for lunch. Beau and Teague will meet us there.”