“I dunno, try not to anymore.” He shrugs before looking at me and smirking. “I’m gonna stay with you for a couple of days.” I should find it slightly worrisome that he’s not asking me, instead telling that’s what is going to happen.
“And what if I don’t want you to?”
“Too bad. You have to have someone make sure you’re okay.” He doesn’t look over at me as he pulls the truck up into my driveway.
Just as before, almost as soon as we step inside my house, and it’s just him and me, we fall into some sort of calm rhythm. He does a few errands for the club here and there, but for the most part, he remains around my house with me. He makes sure I eat, most of the time ordering out, and helps me with freeing my arm out of the sling to shower. The first time he asked me if I wanted help, and even though I said no, he waited outside of it as if just to make sure. It wasn’t that difficult since I didn’t have to wash my hair.
The second shower I took, I decided not to wash my hair again, because I knew it would just be too much. And just as before, he sat outside of the shower, talking with me, just to keep me company.
Today is different because it’s been too long. I need to wash it and honestly, I need to shave as well, plus I’m pretty sure it’s given my shoulder enough time to heal.
Zane is careful with me as he lifts the strap up over my head.
“I can get it.” It comes out as an unintended whisper as I look up at him.
“I know, I like to.” His eyes lighten as he says it. The brown becoming more of an amber color. He next helps me remove my shirt and jeans. This time, for some reason, feeling more intimate than any of the others, maybe it’s just the time that we have been spending together. He turns as I stand in front of the mirror, naked, and flicks on the water.
I reach up with my left hand and pull the hair tie from it and watch as it lays in creases from being up for so long.
He turns, leaving the bathroom as his phone rings and I feel like I can breathe again. Stepping into the shower in private.
I’m surprised when I hear the shower shut behind me and can already feel his presence radiating into my flesh. I force the shiver away when his hands come up and brush against my skin.
Glancing over my shoulder and looking up at him, I gasp. Something about the water rolling down his body with him standing so close to me… the droplets making the ink standout more drastically against is skin, it’s causing the rules to become foggy in my brain. “What are you doing?” I finally ask him and watch his tongue skirt out of his mouth and lightly graze his lower lip. I want to reach up and follow its trail with my own tongue.
“You can’t wash your hair with your arm right now.” He nods down at my right arm.
“I’ll be fine.” I try to put as much distance between us, shaking my head to make any emotion I have disappear.
“Tatum.” His voice is so low as it rumbles in my ear and to my core. “Stop being so goddamn stubborn.” He laughs out a puff of air, which rolls its way across my neck.
“Fine.”
He picks up the shampoo and squirts out some into his hands before he’s lathering it up and massaging it into my hair. The way his fingers work it onto my scalp makes my eyes roll back into my head. Scolding myself and making sure I don’t let out an audible moan. Fuck, this man, I’ve fucked him more times than maybe anyone and he’s given me some of the best orgasms in my life, yet somehow, this is more fucking intimate, and maybe more erotic than all of that.
“Rinse.” He whispers into my ear, immediately causing me to turn around and face him as I lift my head up, allowing the water to rinse the suds from it. My eyes open, falling directly to his, and I watch as they ignite.
And we both purposefully ignore his hardening dick between us. Then he smirks as he twirls his finger around, telling me to turn again.
I follow, but not before I start again. “I can do it, you don’t have—” I’m cut off as he pushes my head backwards, shoving it under the stream of water. I pull my face out as his hand releases me and gasp, looking back at him. “Did you just fucking waterboard me?”
“I wouldn’t have to if you just did what you were told.” He cocks an eyebrow at me this time.
“Well, if you think I’m going to do that, then you don’t know me very well, do you?”
“I think we both know how well we know each another.” He steps into me, leaning his head down. “Like I know, right now, if I run my hand up your thigh, your pussy will be begging for me.” His hair mats to his head as he steps in closer to me. “And goddamn, I want to fuck you right now, but…”
“But you’re too much of a pussy to?”
A smirk twitches on his lips as his hand comes up quickly, gripping into my hair and pulling me in to him, slamming his lips down onto mine. His hands coming down and cupping my ass, lifting me up until I’m level with him and pressing me against the wall beside us. Pulling away from me for a moment, leaning his forehead against mine, and whispering. “You don’t need to move at all. I’ve got you.” His eyes coming up as he looks at me and he becomes serious, a slight of emotion filling his face. “I’ve always got you.”
His lips fall back down to mine before I can respond, and I lift my left arm, slinging it across his shoulders and resting my right against his torso. His kiss slows down, passion radiating through both of us as he gently slips inside of me. His hand rising until he’s caressing my face, easing my face to match his. His thrusts inside remain steady, taking their time with me.
He pulls back and looks down as if he wants to take in every inch of this moment, as if he never wants to forget it.
My heart slams into my ears as his eyes lock with mine, and I swear they show the same emotion that I’m feeling.
The one rule we made. But maybe this time is different, maybe realizing that after all this time we keep coming back to one another is enough for us to… I don’t know, do something.
