Free The Foster Family by Jaime Samms Page A

groaned and rested my head on the tiles. “Please go away,” I begged.
    The door creaked again.
    The last thing I expected was tears stinging my eyes, and I blinked, trying to blame it on the shower spray. The shower door slid quietly open and a hand spread over my back.
    “Turn around, Kerry,” Charlie whispered.
    “Can’t.” I shuddered but pressed back into his comforting touch.
    “’Course you can. Come on.” His big hand covered my entire shoulder, and he pulled me inexorably around to face Malcolm. “You sure have a lovely cock,” he said, lips close to my ear as he stepped in behind me. He tugged me back until I gave some of my weight over to him and let my back settle against his chest. His big hands stroked over my body. I thought he was going to jerk me off, but after a few minutes, he pressed lips to my temple and left me alone in the shower again.
    I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to watch them watch me, but I was too far gone not to find some sort of relief from the relentless assault my libido was making on my body.
    If I didn’t get off, I’d explode, and it wouldn’t be an attractive sight.
    “He’s a pretty boy,” Malcolm said, and I could imagine how he might be touching Charlie, caressing him as he dried him off, just because he could. But I couldn’t bring myself to know if I was right. It would have meant acknowledging I was putting myself on display for them. Acknowledging that it was not only okay, but that I was enjoying it.
    I stroked slowly, making long, easy motions, drawing it out, because if I didn’t it would be over embarrassingly fast. I raised a hand to splay over my chest, because I liked a little nipple action with my masturbation, but Malcolm cleared his throat and I opened my eyes to look at him.
    I was right. Charlie leaned against him, wrapped in a towel and Malcolm’s arms while Malcolm looked past him to me. He trapped me again, drawing me deep into his gaze, and I swallowed so hard I nearly choked.
    “Just your cock, Kerry.”
    I dropped my hand, partially fascinated that I didn’t question him, partly exhilarated that he thought I was worth the bother of directing. Not knowing what else to do with it, I pushed my palm against the cool tiles and spread my fingers, rested my shoulders there too, and stroked more firmly.
    It was hardly a shocker that it only took a mere count of seconds to get myself too close to turn back.
    “Let it go, Kerry,” Malcolm said, voice almost tender. “Just let go.”
    My head thumped back against the tiles and my knees wobbled, but still, I couldn’t make that last short leap to release.
    “Let go.”
    But I couldn’t, and the frustration was enormous. I ground my teeth and my breath caught. Once again, my eyes stung, and I desperately wanted to turn my back on them. Suddenly, getting off was less important than not letting those tears out, wherever they had come from.
    The shower door rattled, and I forced my eyelids up to find Malcolm just on the other side, hands gripping the bar tight.
    “You have to let it out, Kerry,” he said softly. From the distance, his face was blur, his eyes dark pits. His mouth might have been turned down slightly, and my chest tightened at the idea I might be upsetting him.
    My hand had stopped on my cock, and I stared at him, trying to focus through the water and my own nearsightedness. I knew my eyes would be glassy and red. I was too close to breaking down, and there was no way to blame that on the shower.
    He splayed his own huge hands over the glass and frowned. “God, I wish I hadn’t made Lissa that promise not to touch you. Trust me.” He leaned his forehead on the glass and held me with his gaze. “Just let it out. It’ll be okay.” His voice was so soft. So tender. He wasn’t upset. But there was something I wasn’t getting. I could see it in the tension of his fingers against the glass and feel it in the thinness of the air in the room, in Charlie’s hovering presence.
    It