June’s POV
I pictured Josiah’s face as I inched my fingers along, moaning ad the bubbles popped against my skin. God, what I wouldn’t give to have him here now. I moaned as I pictured his hands were mine were, wanting to taste him again. But when I was close to release, my mind wandered again to Hank and his trappings, wanting to know what a monster like that would feel between my legs.
Why not wonder; after all, Josiah’s dead and Hank is a living man. Albeit a taken one that turns into a wolf at the drop of a hat. I let my mind wander though, agreeing with myself that since there was no harm in thinking and not acting, everything was alright and on the table as long as I didn’t really act things out in real life.
I pictured Hank himself then in the tub with me, sliding into the water a
