"Lie back."
I did as she asked, feet planted firmly on the floor and eyes planted firmly on her. She undressed for me slowly and my cock throbbed. There was a small spot formin' on my royal blue shorts that was turnin' more of a navy color with how wet it was gettin'. I was leakin' like a busted faucet.
In the six days since I'd had my dick inside her, I hadn't once jerked it. Didn't feel right when she was pissed at me. And I didn't want my hand.
I wanted hers.
Or her mouth.
Or her cunt.
Or her ass.
Or her tits.
When she was completely bare and I was salivatin' like a man starved, she spread my knees and stepped between them. Hingin' at the hips, she braced one hand on the bed and used the other to slide the hem of my shirt up.
I didn't wanna complain.
Fuck, I was so hard and horny and I wanted her somethin' fierce, but?—
"We just got that shirt on, baby."
It came out as more of a whine than anything.
"I'm not takin' it off. Just movin' it outta the way."
She kept adjustin' the shirt until the pretty patch of blue and black and purple bruises was uncovered.
Then she pressed her lips gently to the skin there.
I dropped my head back to the bed and closed my eyes. Her featherlight kisses healed more than time and rest ever would.
"I'm so"—her voice cracked—"sorry he did this, Brody."
I sifted my fingers through her hair and gripped just tight enough to have her pullin' back and lookin' up.
"It ain't your fault." Hopefully, between my tone and my glare, she took this shit seriously. "Only one person accountable for Wyatt Cole's actions, and that's Wyatt Cole. Word around town is he tucked tail and run when Hank's cloudy eye landed on him."
She ducked her head, tryin' to hide her smile.
I saw it.
She continued torturin' me with kisses to my ribs when really I wanted kisses on my cock.
What felt like hours but was probably only seconds ticked by.
"Cal, you're killin' me here."
I didn't see her smile, but I felt it against my skin.
She looked up at me through her lashes—which she batted at me—and asked, "What ever do you mean?"
"Oh, cut the shit. You ain't been innocent a day in your life."
"Not since the day Wyatt Cole stole it from me." Her face was stone.
Time stood still. I didn't breathe. Could tell my eyes were buggin' outta my head, but couldn't do a damn thing about it.
