Chapter 8
Noah’s POV
Water still ran down my back in cold little trails as we stepped out of the bathroom, the three of us naked and not giving a single f**k about drying off.
My skin prickled from the chill and from the way Ryker and Rowan kept their hands on me, one on my shoulder, the other gripping my hip like they already owned every inch.
The cabin felt huge and empty around us, just trees and mountains outside the big windows, no neighbors for miles. That thought made my stomach flip in the best kind of way.
“Kitchen,” Ryker said, voice low and rough. “Now.”
I laughed under my breath, heart pounding. “You guys don’t even let a man catch his breath after the shower, huh?”
Rowan smirked and shoved me forward gently. “Breath is overrated when your ass looks like that, drippin
