Ryder's POV

The bathroom door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. The sound echoed in the small space like a gunshot.

I stood there for a second, dripping, still half-hard, cock slick and heavy with her. Freya’s sweet, musky scent clung to me unmistakable. My skin felt too tight, and too hot.

What the hell did I just do?

I twisted the shower knob to scalding. Water hit like needles. I stepped under it anyway, letting it burn across my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs. It's a punishment and I deserved it.

I braced one hand against the tile, head bowed, steam rising thick around...