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“You really aren’t bothered about the things I fantasize about, are you? The things that my mind conjures up make me question my own morals and sanity.”

“No, because we think the same way, baby. We were designed for one another, the four of us.”

She doesn’t say anything else, letting me take control. I get down on my knees in front of the tub, and lather soap onto the washcloth. She watches me, emotions playing out on her beautiful face as I work the cloth over her body.

Once her body is clean, I move to her hair next.

Caring for Cove like this settles something inside me. The darkness that is always at the brink of swallowing me whole dissipates whenever she’s near.

She’s the pureness in my life where my world is normally filled with violence.

My brothers and I have been through unspeakable things, done things that will haunt us for the rest of our lives, yet being in the mere presence of Cove makes us feel like none of that matters.

“Mhhmm,” she hums as I take my time working the shampoo through her hair.

“Feel good?” I ask with a soft chuckle.

“So good. So fucking good.”

A wave of heat rushes through me, causing me to thicken in my jeans. The sounds she’s making are going right to my cock.

As much as I want to push things further, I choose to rinse her hair instead.

“Let’s get you out of this tub. The water is turning cold.”

“Nooo,” she groans. “It feels so nice.”

“I can run you another one later. Or if you want, you can use the hot tub.”

“Okay,” she sighs.

Getting to my feet, I grab one of the large fluffy towels. “Thank you,” she murmurs, as her wet, slender hand takes mine. I help her get to her feet, the water dripping down her body. I pause, taking a moment to enjoy the view before me.

The fire inside me burns brighter, my balls becoming painfully tight. But unlike last time, it’s not my pleasure I care about. It’s Cove who I want to feel good. I want to please her the way she did me.

Her nipples are hard, stiffened peaks. Water drips over them, and I give in to the urge to lean forward and suck her tight bud into my mouth, licking the droplet.

Cove sucks in a sharp gasp, which turns into a low moan when I suck and nibble at her breast.

“Maverick,” she whimpers. “You’re not playing fair.”

“How so?” I ask, pulling back with a pop. I look down at her with hunger in my eyes.

Her gaze blazes back with need evident in her stare.

“You’re teasing me. You’re going to get me all worked up and leave me on edge again, aren’t you?” She crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes.

I’m about to say no when I notice a trickle of red dripping down her leg.

“What?” she asks when she sees that my attention has shifted. She looks down and curses. “Shit,” she grumbles, cheeks turning pink. “I’m sorry. I should have changed it before getting in.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I tell her, wrapping the white fluffy towel around her.

“Bad towel choice,” she whispers as I help her step out of the tub. “I’m going to stain it.”

“I have plenty where this came from.” I guide her over to the bench off to the side.

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking over her shoulder. “I should change this before it makes more of a mess.”