Free The Allotter:The Threads of Destiny by Kimberlie L. Faye

noticed it? She used to think of herself as pretty observant but apparently, she was not. Opening the shower door, she scanned her surroundings. Empty. With hesitance, she closed the shower door again. Picking up the razor, she inspected it as if it would grow teeth and bite her. Mentally shaking off her paranoia, she shaved her legs.
      Rinsing herself she was thankful to feel clean again, briefly thinking that her shower would be complete if she was able to wash her hair. Turning to shut off the water, she spied a brand new bottle of shampoo sitting on the shelf she had found the razor. She picked it up, the water sluicing down her slack-jawed face and dripping into her mouth. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion as she stared at the bottle, questioning her sanity yet again. Was the shampoo there a moment ago? If she was insane, she mine as well have clean hair. A nervous bubble of laughter burst from her lips. Surprised by her own response to the situation, she stifled it with her hand slapped against her mouth. She decided to wash her hair, after all, that was why the shampoo ‘showed up,’ right?
      Lathering her hair up with the lavender scented shampoo; she closed her eyes, tilted her head back into the water, and rinsed the soapy bubbles from her hair. She refused to analyze why her favorite scented shampoo magically appeared in the shower. As the foamy water streamed down her back, thoughts of Kratos and how warm and hard his body felt sifted without warning through her mind. In the deep recesses of her mind, she felt as though his body and scent were familiar to her. As if she knew every sculpted, golden inch of him. She reluctantly admitted to herself that she wanted to feel him against her again. His proximity gave her a sense of awareness and safety that she didn ’t understand. She had never met him before, and yet, he was familiar.
       Eyes closed, she pushed the water from her brow, back to the ends of her hair and wrung the soap and water from her curls. She scrubbed her face with her palms, and then wrapped her hands gently around her neck. Fingers locked behind her neck, she arched her shoulders back into the water. Her breathing was uneven; thoughts of what Kratos ’ bare skin must feel like rubbing against her own skin invaded her mind. A memory sifted through her consciousness, their naked bodies pressed intimately together in an embrace of ecstasy. She sucked in her breath, was it a memory? She dismissed her musings, a little ashamed at her bizarre and promiscuous thoughts. Given her circumstances, sex was the last thing she should be thinking about! But, the images seemed to tumble through her mind against her will. A flash of a memory, his fierce blue eyes glittering with need as he clasped her shoulders while his lips descending upon hers.
      She suddenly felt light-headed and staggered, as if she was not quite mentally present. The water sluiced down, a finite lapse in time causing the droplets of water to stutter and then resume it ’s descent to the drain.  Shaking her head, her body felt a bit feverish as the heavy and balmy air robbed her of fortifying breaths. She felt a haze of lust ripple through her body and cloud her vision. A throbbing sensation began to build between her legs, causing her to clench her thighs together. With trembling fingers, Evie trailed her finger tips across her collarbone, her palms skimming lower, cupping her breasts. She sucked in a shaky breath, as she pinched her nipples. She trailed one hand down to her nest of curls, her middle finger dipping into her moist throbbing heat. Just as she was about to press her finger into herself, another hand covered hers, pressing her finger and his simultaneously deep into her. What was she doing? Her mind raced to shake her out of the spell she seemed to be under, but the exquisite pleasure over rode her good sense.
      She heard a moan and realized, as she licked her lips, that it was from her.  Her butt quested