Cold Showers Novel Novels & Stories

“You know we aren’t allowed out of our room after ten!” “And what’s gonna happen to you dude?! You gotta take a shit - go take a shit and come right back! Don’t go raping any unmated she-wolves and you’ll be fine.” I say unapologetically as I slam the door to the bathroom. I had some business to take care of myself...a hot shower would be the perfect place. Maybe tomorrow I will have better luck. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like!

I had counted the minutes. They had to be cold showers because the alternative was that Devin Cresswell was spending an awful lot of time taking care of a problem I was deliberately creating. The thought of him standing under that cold spray, jaw tight and muscles rigid, trying desperately to think of anything except me, made something warm curl low in my belly. I imagined him bracing one hand against the tile, water streaming down his back, fighting a battle he was never going to win. The knowledge made me giddy, cruel and more than a little reckless.

Maybe bathing with her was a dangerously bad idea. She flinched slightly, still guarding herself, her gaze locked on my hand, uncertain, almost pleading as she thought I was going to touch her. I twisted the handle, and water burst from the showerhead in a sudden rush, drenching her in a warm cascade. She gasped softly, a small, involuntary sound slipping from her lips as the water ran over her trembling body. Steam curled around us, thick and heady, blurring the edges of the room and leaving the space between us taut with anticipation, every heartbeat heavy with tension. I pressed my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in without touching, my body shielding her from the spray. Drop

Heat surged through my cheeks, and I looked away, gulping. "That's... enough," I murmured. "All right." Then he reached past me, turning on the shower. The hiss of hot water filled the small room, warm water tumbling in steady streams that kissed my skin and slid down in shimmering rivulets. Steam clung to the air like a veil, curling around us until the rest of the world ceased to exist. The glass was fogged, muting the sharp light, turning everything into muted gold and shadow. I caught sight of my scars, and a rush of shame burned in my chest. I shifted my arms to cover them, hunching in on myself.

There were twelve showers hanging on the wall. The thought of them all bathing here at once and seeing each other naked sent shivers down my spine. ThankGoodness it was empty for now. “I’ll be waiting outside,” Danielle said and left me alone in the empty shower room. I got to a corner, pulled off all my clothes and turned the shower on. The water was so cold, I shivered and turned to look for some sort of heater. “Damn it.” I shrieked. “Are you ok!” Danielle said, rushing in.

I don't want to spook Ophelia with my ghastly look. As I arrive, the breath of freshly scented air in the guest bedroom meets me warmly. It pinpoints my condition, as I realize how sweaty I feel, my whole presence seeming like a contamination in the room. I make my way to the bath section of the guest room and let the shower run. For minutes, I stand under, relishing the cold streams as it dances down my skin. One hand pressed against the cold tiles while another hand lodges at my waist, I stall.

Chapter 23: Cold Water, Hot Doubt Nico didn’t go back to sleep. He couldn’t. The second the shadows released him—dumping him back onto his own mattress in room 413—he bolted upright, chest heaving, skin prickling like he’d been dipped in ice. The room was quiet. Kai’s soft snores. Jax’s arm hanging off the bunk. Theo’s laptop screen dark for once. He didn’t wake them. He grabbed a towel and boxers from the drawer, slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and turned the shower to maximum cold.

I felt exposed, and despite feeling so cold, I felt my cheeks go red under his gaze. "Stop looking at me like that." I scold him and cover myself up with my arms, and his lips quirk a little. "I can shower on my own, so, you can go—hey, put me down," I complain when he lifts me into his arms, and we both step into the shower. I whimper when the barely warm water hits my flesh. "Oh...my God, Cole, it's...cold...it's cold." I shiver visibly and sink into his arms, searching for some warmth.

She cried deeply and collapsed onto her cozy bed for a while. After a few minutes of weeping, she got up and undressed. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the cold shower. She shivered as the water cascaded down her hair. Elena tilted her face up slightly, allowing the water to trickle down the contours of her body. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she shuddered with desire as the water tickled her sensitive areas. She thought about the handsome stranger she had met in the parking lot, and an erotic thought crossed her mind. which made her shudder with desire.

She hurries out, Stepdad following after one last glance at me. Now it’s just me and Elena in this empty, echoing house. She leads me to the bathroom, all marble and glass. “Stand right here, sweetie. Let me demonstrate the rainfall showerhead. Close your eyes and imagine mornings here.” I step into the open shower stall, still fussing. “This is stupid. I’m not—” Cold water explodes over me. I gasp, sputtering as the showerhead sprays full blast. My white shirt turns transparent instantly, plastering to my skin. My nipples harden instantly, dark and obvious, big tits straining against the soaked fabric, bouncing with every shocked breath.