Edward POV
The words came from my mouth before I could stop them. Seeing her standing in the back of the shower, vulnerable but willing, was the push I needed. I love her. I am in love with Crazy Macy.
The remnants of her bra and panties hang off her body, but she doesn't attempt to cover herself. Her blue eyes don't leave mine. She doesn't know what to do and is waiting for guidance. I promised Winston I would not take her virginity, but now that she is standing in front of me, I don't know if I can keep that promise.
Macy is a walking goddess. Even in her weakened state, with the iron on her wrists, she is powerful. The spark of defiance remains in her eyes. That is something that no one can take from her. Everything about her is drawing me in. Her chocolate scent is making my mouth water, and Dever demands that he sink his teeth into her neck. He is tired of waiting to claim her.
Running my fingers up her arm, goosebumps rise on her skin, and she shivers. Grabbing the back of her head, I tilt it back so she can't escape me. I lean in close to her, and our breath mingles together. Her eyes are closed tightly, and she sucks in a sharp breath. She is nervous. I had planned on kissing her, but I need to know that she wants this as much as I do.
"Macy," I whisper. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know," she responds honestly.
I pull away from her. I have caused her enough damage over the years. I don't want to make things worse between us.
Cool air separates our bodies, and her eyes open. I can see the confusion in her eyes, and I fear that she thinks I am rejecting her.
"Will you wash my back?" I fill the silence between us.
She looks between me and the soap before nodding. I turn my back to her, and her hands run over my skin. "This is not the fun I expected."
"It is fun for me," I moan as her touch leaves a wave of tingles in their wake.
"Turn around," she whispers.
My cock is at full attention when I turn to her, and it brushes against her stomach. I expect her to sneak another peek, but she keeps her eyes on mine. Her soapy hands trail over my chest, making sure not to miss an inch. Brazenly, her hands travel lower, covering my waist in soap.
I don't move even though her touch is driving me crazy. This is her party, and she can touch whatever she wants.
Her fingers brush against the small patch of hair above my cock, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop from groaning. I am desperate for her to touch me and to touch her in return. The sound of her quickening heartbeat is the only sound I can hear.
Her touch stops at the base of my cock, and her fingers twitch nervously before she pulls her hand away. "Will you wash me?" She asks innocently.
"I thought you would never ask," I smile.
Only I don't bother lathering up my hands. Instead, I press my soapy body against hers and pull her into the water with me. She lets out a tiny squeal, but it isn't one of protest. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she presses her lips to mine. Her kiss takes me by surprise, and I gasp. Another surprise hits me when she thrusts her tongue into my mouth.
The kiss is greedy and full of need. Her fingernails dig into my skin, and she holds me close, not willing to let me go. My cock is pulsing painfully against her stomach, and I don't know how long I can hold back.
I grab her by the shoulders and put distance between us. A pout forms on her lips as she backs away from me.
'Winston,' I shout through the mind link. 'I am going to fuck her if you don't get up here right now.'
'Now isn't the time,' he growls back. 'I am dealing with some shit down here.'
"Fuck," I groan.
"It's okay," Macy whimpers. "I shouldn't have thrown myself at you."
"Crazy," I say, grabbing her by the chin. "You don't ever have to be sorry for that, but Winston is fighting for his life downstairs."
"Why didn't you say something?" She grumbles.
She tries to leave the shower, but I am not ready for this to end. WInston can fend for himself just a little longer. I pull her back against my chest and press my mouth against her neck. My canines brush against her skin, and she tilts her head to the side. I am losing control of Dever. He is going to mark her.
"Do it," she pleads with me. "Claim me."
I press her back against the wall of the shower, and she brushes her hair off her neck. Reaching between her legs, I play at her entrance with my fingers. Her back arches off the shower wall, and I plunge a finger inside her core.
"Edward," she cries out as I curl my finger inside her.
"What do you want?" I ask her.
"Mark me," she breathes. "Claim me."
"It will hurt," I warn her.
Her hips buck against my hand, and she moans in my ear. She slips her hand between us and grabs my cock, and lines it up with her entrance.
"You aren't losing your virginity in the shower," I moan as her pussy rubs against the head of my cock.
"Then take me to the bed," she demands.
"What about Winston?" I grunt.
"I am here," Winston's voice comes from outside the shower. "Do what she wants."
Picking up Macy, she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock is almost inside of her, and I am not sure I can be gentle once I start fucking her. I step out of the shower, and Winston strips off his robe and takes our place.
"She wants you," he says sadly. "I will be there later."
"I want you both," Macy mewls as she wiggles against me. "Please, Winston."
We have shared a woman before, but this is different. We are going to claim what is ours. We both need to be there, and Macy senses that as well. She reaches for him, and he takes her hand. We all walk into the bedroom together, and I lay Macy on the bed.
She spreads her legs and raises her arms above her head. It is an invitation. One that we won't turn down.