The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106: 106 | The Sheets Aren’t Going to Wash Themselves

The hot water felt amazing against my aching muscles. Sloane stood under the spray with her eyes closed, pink hair plastered to her scalp as steam filled the entire bathroom.

I watched her through the fogged glass of her shower door, appreciating the view while my brain finally had a moment to process what the hell I’d just agreed to.

A threesome. With her and her mother.

In what universe was this a reasonable solution to any problem?

The Scumbag System’s universe, apparently.

"Are you going to stand there staring, or are you actually going to help me wash these sheets?" Sloane called without opening her eyes.

"I’m appreciating the scenery."

"The scenery is covered in your—" She stopped herself, her face going red despite everything we’d just done. "Just get in here and help me rinse my hair."

I stepped into the shower behind her. The space wasn’t exactly built for two people, which meant we were pressed together immediately. She leaned back against my chest with a satisfied sound.

"Your hands are magic," she muttered as I worked shampoo through her hair. "How did you get so good at this?"

The question made my stomach twist uncomfortably. Because I’ve been practicing on your mother for two weeks straight, was not the answer that would keep this moment peaceful.

"Natural talent," I said instead.

"Right." She didn’t sound entirely convinced, but she also didn’t push it. "Well, keep doing that thing with your thumbs. It feels incredible."

I massaged her scalp carefully, working out the knots from where I’d grabbed her hair earlier. She practically purred under my touch.

This was dangerous. Too comfortable. Too easy.

I was starting to forget that every moment between us was being tracked and monetized by an interface only I could see.

"Turn around," I said quietly.

She did, tilting her head back under the spray to rinse the suds away. Water cascaded over her shoulders and breasts, making her skin shine in the fluorescent bathroom light.

I’d seen her naked before. Hell, I’d been inside her less than twenty minutes ago. But something about this moment felt different. More intimate somehow.

Maybe because she wasn’t performing for me. Wasn’t trying to prove anything or compete with anyone. She was just Sloane, standing in a shower with soap in her hair and a soft smile on her face.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, catching me staring again.

"How much trouble we’re going to be in if your mom gets home early."

She laughed. Actually laughed, bright and genuine. "We’re already in trouble. The question is just how much trouble we can handle before everything explodes."

"Encouraging."

"I’m a realist." She grabbed the body wash and started lathering herself efficiently. "Besides, you’re the one who suggested we all share. You get to figure out how that’s actually going to work."

Fair point.

I grabbed the conditioner and worked it through the ends of her hair while she washed herself. The domesticity of the whole thing was weirdly nice. Like we’d been doing this for years instead of days.

"Does it bother you?" I asked quietly. "Sharing, I mean."

She paused mid-scrub, her expression going complicated. "Honestly? I don’t know yet. Ask me again after we’ve actually tried it."

"That’s not exactly reassuring."

"You want reassuring? You’re sleeping with me and my mother simultaneously. There’s nothing reassuring about this entire situation."

"You’re handling this way better than I expected," I admitted.

"That’s because I haven’t fully processed it yet. Give me twelve hours and I’ll probably have a complete meltdown." She reached up and kissed me softly. "But right now? I’m choosing to focus on the fact that you’re mine, and nobody gets to take that away from me. Not even her."

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