“I’m clear on that.”
He exhaled. “Glad we seem to agree on more and more things.” He smiled and pushed off from where he’d leaned against the counter to call his family.
Alex turned to face the doorway, catching Ryan’s attention drifting the same way. “She’s up. And she’s probably starving.”
“I’m on it. You go.” Ryan turned and opened the fridge.
This threesome really did prove useful quite often. Alex padded down the hall to the bedroom, knowing when he returned, Ryan would have brunch ready for their famished mate.
When he rounded the doorway, she wasn’t in the bed. “Lindsey?”
“I’m in here.” Her voice wafted from behind the closed door to the bathroom. “Give me a minute.”
He never wanted to give her another minute again in his lifetime, but this was still so new to her. He held back the urge to barge straight in and hopefully catch her naked body getting into the shower.
She wouldn’t be used to such an intrusion.
Human women had modesty issues.
“Can I get you anything?” He leaned against the doorframe waiting for her to come out.
“No.” The toilet flushed. The water ran in the sink. His cock jumped to attention. Was she still naked? He needed her again.
Silence. What was she doing? What did women do for so long in the bathroom? His sisters were the same way.
“I can feel you standing right outside the door, Alejandro. I’m fine. I’m going to take a shower now.” The water came on. His dick bobbed and stretched against his jeans.
He put his hand on the doorknob, but didn’t attempt to turn it. Would it be locked? He didn’t want to find out, and released his grip as though it were a hot potato, stepping back a few feet, hands twitching at his sides. She needed her space. A moment away from the men.
But, Dios Mio, it’s going to kill me.
“What’s going to kill, you?”
“She’s in the shower. Door closed.”
Ryan laughed into his head. “Let her be. She’ll come out. Brunch is almost ready.”
Alex’s grumble was unintelligible even to himself.
He waited. Five minutes passed before the water shut off. He visualized his dripping sexy mate just on the other side of the door reaching for a towel. Her breast would rise with her arm, her nipples puckered from the cool air filling the shower stall.
He almost moaned.
Thirty seconds later the door flung open and one slightly amused woman stood two inches from his face. When had he inched closer to the door?
She was still soaking wet, a huge fluffy white towel wrapped around her body, covering way too much skin. Why did the towels in this house have to be so large?
Her wet hair was hanging down her back in ringlets, dripping on the floor.
“What?” She smiled. “See? I’m still here. Just needed a shower. I bet you take one every day too.” She was amused, not angry. Thank God.
“Sorry, I…” Did she have to be so damn sexy right now? Her cheeks were pink from the hot water. As his gaze wandered from her face to her exposed chest, she flushed, red splotches forming across her shoulders and neck. Were her breasts flushed in that glorious color also?
She turned to the mirror a grabbed a comb. He prayed the towel would somehow break loose and fall to her feet while she worked out the tangles.
He felt like a teenager watching her work. Hopefully, he wasn’t drooling. Her beautiful, dark hair hung long down her back, glistening.
“Is she out yet?”
Ryan’s voice made him startle. “Yes, she’s primping.”
“Tell him I’m coming.” Lindsey gazed at his reflection in the mirror and bit her lip. “I can smell the coffee and bacon. What time is it anyway?”
“Almost noon. How do you do that?” He looked at her, narrowing his eyes.
“Do what? Know what you’re thinking?” She put the comb down and stepped closer to him.
He reached to adjust his cock, hopefully subtly.
“I can see on your face when you’re communicating. Your eyes do this thing.” She waved her hand in the air as if that explained everything. “Your pupils dilate and you glance slightly up to the right as if there’s something interesting on the ceiling.” She grinned smugly and put her hands on his chest.
He sucked in a breath as her lips reached up to lightly land on his for a quick kiss. The mint of her toothpaste wafted from her mouth, and he wanted to devour her entirely right then.
He lifted his arms on a moan to wrap around her, but she was gone as fast as she’d arrived. Pressed past him, ducked under his arm, and headed for the door. “Coming?” she tossed over her shoulder. “I’m starving.”