Nineteen
A few hours later, Eagle and I stood under the spray of a warm shower. He washed my body the same way he’d done the other night. He wasn’t trying to get a rise out of me, but my temperature rose anyway.
He squirted liquid soap into a luffa. Then he squeezed the suds onto the side of my neck. The foamy water dripped down onto my shoulder. Eagle caught the frothy mix of soap and water with his palm. He curled his fingers into my shoulder and massaged my skin, my muscles.
His hands brought the luffa and soap to my chest. He cupped my breasts. He didn’t toy with my n*****s. Instead, he wiped the c*m and squirt juices from my skin.
The o****m games had gone on until we’d felled everyone in the line. I’d lost track of the points. My attention had only been on the task at hand and ma
