When Aiden delivered the bourbon and glasses to his sister's bedroom, Lucas ordered him to return to his room and then closed the door on him. Sick voyeuristic bastard, Lucas thought to himself. He set the bottle and glasses on the side table and grabbed his satchel and retrieved a few candles. He lit them, giving the space a light orange glow. Bright light spilled from the bathroom where Reagan was still in the shower. He was sure she was washing away off all of the c*m from her body and he decided to check on her.
The oversized luxurious shower had twin nozzles and a built in marble bench. Through the steamy glass doors, Lucas could see the blurred outline of Reagan. He could see her hands pressed against the wall while the water showered down onto her long locks. He could see the tanta
